Page 80 of Princess Claimed

My stomach tightens, but I nod yes.

I quickly want to clarify. “Do you mean…one of your cocks?” My voice is breathless, tightened by fear.

“No,” Phil says quickly, looking at Crusher, then back to me. “Just a finger. If a finger doesn’t make you feel good, no sense trying a cock. That was only the tip of my pinky.”

Now more curious than fearful, I nod. I really do trust these men.

“With some vampires,” Crusher says, his voice hoarse, “that hole is deeper, and I can go all the way in.” His fingers twist inside my pussy.

I gasp. “You haven’t been all the way in?”

He shakes his head.

I can’t imagine anything deeper than how Crusher has already felt inside me, or Phil, and Crusher continues to look into my eyes, as his fingers slowly pump, and his thumb strokes my clit.

Lust builds in his eyes. He clearly loves the idea of being even deeper inside me, no matter which hole he’s stuffing.

Have any of the four men been fully inside me? If not, how would that feel? A wave of rabid lust ripples through me, and Phil growls, clearly sensing my rising desire.

“Turn toward Phil,” Crusher says softly.

I do as he suggests. His arm is now draped over my hips, and his fingers are still thrusting slowly and shallowly inside me as Phil caresses my face, my throat, my breasts.

From behind me, Crusher’s other hand slides between my legs, and I gasp as a new finger, one from the hand behind me joins the two already probing my pussy. The fullness, and change in pressure steals my mind for a moment.

Even a single one of Crusher’s fingers makes me feel full, and three, especially with one from a different hand, is almost more than I can bear. My body’s trapped between his arms, his hands joining to push into the same place, from both the front and the back.

The finger coming from behind, slides out of my pussy, but keeps contact with my body as it slides back to my pucker. Then with my dampness still on his fingertip, Crusher circles my asshole. I gasp at the initial contact, but then relax. It feels good, the nerves there so sensitive.

Looking into my eyes, Phil continues to caress me everywhere else. His hands brush over my belly, my throat, my breasts, my face, and my body feels so alive, so sensitive, so needy that I’m almost desperate, even though the three of us have been having sex, almost non-stop, for what must be hours and hours and hours. I will never get enough of these men.

“I’m going to use my blood for lubrication,” Crusher says from behind me, and he puts more pressure on my tight pucker. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” My word comes out on a hiss that Phil catches in a kiss, and my mind floats away as our mouths spar, his lips and tongue and teeth teasing mine.

“Ready?” Crusher asks, and I realize he’s no longer touching my pucker.

I break the kiss to nod, and then Crusher’s finger presses against me again, this time coated in blood. My entire body bucks, moving away, but then I press back harder against his touch. Who knew I had so many nerves back there? And that’s just the entrance.

“Do you like that?” Crusher’s finger circles, delivering more blood. “Does that feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” I moan into Phil’s mouth, and then Crusher pushes his finger inside me.

“Oh!” I suck in a breath, almost biting down on Phil’s tongue.

Crusher’s finger stills; we all still.

Pain from the sharp penetration floods through me, leaving me pulsing. But as Crusher’s blood absorbs into my body, mixing with my endorphins, my adrenaline, and whatever else, makes me want so much more.

“Should I stop?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“More?”

I nod.

“Stop asking questions,” Phil says gruffly. “I’ll tell you if you should stop.” Holding my head sandwiched between his hands, Phil looks directly into my eyes, and I trust him to make the call. If Crusher hurts me, or goes too far, Phil will see the evidence in my eyes.

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