Page 107 of The Devils' Darling

Tino stares down at me with a heated gaze. “Look at your gaping pussy. All ready for my cock.”

He’s impossibly hard, the head dark and swollen and leaking pre-cum. He moves back between my spread legs and pushes the head of his fat cock inside me. I groan in response and drop my head back against the cushions.

Dom strips off and straddles my shoulders, his knees either side of me, as he places more pillows under my head, raising it. It’s hard to focus with Tino oh-so-slowly fucking me, but then Tino holds himself deep and reaches around Dom to take hold of Dom’s cock.

Dom gives a noise that’s somewhere between a grunt and a growl and allows Tino to hold him. Tino’s chest is pressed against Dom’s back, while Tino’s cock is wedged deep inside me. Tino moves his hand up and down Dom’s length a couple of times, masturbating his friend, and then presses the head to my lips.

“Suck Dom hard,” Tino demands.

I open my mouth, and Dom’s long, thick cock slides over my tongue. The salty, musky taste of him fills my mouth.

Tino releases Dom’s cock and goes back to concentrating on fucking me.

Moaning around him as Tino’s piercings light me up inside, I take Dom down as best I can. Dom grabs hold of the metal bars of the headboard, the muscles of his arms and chest bunching, as he fucks my face. I choke on his cock, but I keep going, moving my head back and forth to keep up with his pace.

Soon, the room is filled with nothing but the sounds and scents of sex. The men’s deep moans and my whimpers fill the air, and the rhythmic movement of Kirill’s fist over his cock only adds to the debauchery.

“I’m going to come down your throat so hard, Duchess, and you’re going to swallow it all for me. Don’t spill one fucking drop.” Dom is panting, and he’s almost about to come.

His cock swells in my mouth, and he rams deep down my throat as he spills his load. I struggle to swallow it all, but I manage it, making sure not to let any dribble out of my mouth.

He pulls free and gently rubs my lips with his thumb.

“Such a good Duchess for us.” His praise makes me warm inside, and he climbs off me, giving me and Tino space to finish.

Tino is hitting me deep and, when he adds a finger to rub at my clit, I spiral. I fall over the edge. It’s all consuming, the intensity of my pleasure, and I buck and thrash, yanking against the cuffs as a scream escapes my lips. My pussy clamps around Tino’s cock, milking him.

“Oh, fuck.” Tino loses it, finding his release as his hips piston like a damned animal in heat.

We fall together, breathing hard, until he softens and slides out of me.

Kirill walks over to me, his cock obscenely jutting out of his pants, hard and angry. It’s fucking throbbing right in front of my eyes, he’s that needy.

He rubs the slit and watches me greedily. “Ready for me to mark you as my perfect Kukla?”

“Yes, please,” I whisper. My voice is hoarse.

He takes Tino’s place and gently wipes his finger over my pussy, and shocks me when he pushes some of Tino’s cum back inside. Dipping his fingers in and out, he seems to play with Tino’s semen, while touching himself. He groans as he aims his cock at me, bumping the head over my clit and rubbing it against me. Though I don’t think I can come again, I’m still so sensitive, and the pressure feels incredible.

“Going to paint you, Duchess,” he growls.

He works his cock with his fist, his expression intense and sexy. His jaw tightens, and he comes with a grunt, aiming right on my clit. I’m bathed with hot fluid. He’s not done, though. He crawls up over me, painting my breasts too, and then aiming the last few splashes over my face.

One final, long pulse of cum dribbles out of him, and he catches it with his thumb and paints some on each nipple.

“Perfect,” he says, smiling with dark satisfaction.

I’m sated, but as I come down from the high, the muscles in my arms threaten to cramp. I move a little, trying to relieve them, and wince.

“You okay, Kukla?” Kirill asks, all concern at my expression.

“A little sore.”

“Let’s get these cuffs off and clean you up.”

He undoes the cuffs before Tino lifts me and carries me into the bathroom. Dom is already there, running a bath. He adds my favorite scented bath oil and tests the temperature.

Tino carefully wipes down every inch of my body with a warm, damp cloth, and then lifts me into the warm water. They all sit around me, gently washing me, talking to me. Now and again, they kiss a shoulder, or an arm, or my cheek.

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