Page 10 of Princess Avenged

Then he slows his pace, and everything I’ve been thinking pours out of my throat at once.

“I need to be impaled on Crusher’s cock. In fact, I need all three of you to fill me. One after the other. Or all at once. However you can make it happen, I need to feel you all. I need to be stuffed so full there’s no room left inside me for anything else.”

My mind is scrambling, racing. I know that what I asked for isn’t possible, but my subconscious is begging for my body to be destroyed by these three men all at once. The fullness of Crusher in my ass, might alone be enough to force out the sadness in my mind, the pain in my heart.

All three men’s hands are now on my body, stroking me, kneading my softest places, and I close my eyes, willing every muscle inside me to go limp. Now that I’ve expressed my request, now that I’ve given them permission to do the impossible, I need these men to make all the decisions. I know the effect of what I need but can’t begin to imagine the ways they might actually deliver the mind erasing experiences I crave.

Lifting my upper body off the chaise, Blade kisses me tenderly. And as we kiss, my body shifts positions, until I’m upright, my legs dangling, my body limp. And I continue to kiss Blade, while my ass remains impaled on Flame’s stabbing cock.

Hungry for Blade, I draw his tongue between my lips, and our kiss deepens as I rock my hips against Flame’s burning thrusts. He must be kneeling on the end of the chaise now, but I can’t be certain and don’t care. Both men moan, and their rumbling sounds vibrate inside me as Blade’s tongue and Flame’s cock probe my mouth and asshole.

My mind drifts on a sea of pleasure, and my tongue strokes Blade’s as he stabs his deep inside my mouth, exciting me in ways I never knew could come from a kiss. I want to draw Blade’s tongue down my throat. Then, imagining it’s his long cock, I moan into our kiss.

My legs bend. From behind, Flame’s hands are sliding up the backs of my thighs, shifting my knees toward my shoulders and changing the angle of his cock’s penetration in my ass. He’s not quite as deep now, but the new direction has stretched my opening wider, and I moan into Blade’s mouth as my body adjusts to the burning pressure.

“Ready?” Flame asks.

My mouth is too occupied to respond, and I’m not even sure it was me he was asking. And then I lose track of who’s doing what, as my body is transported through space, and I lose contact with Blade’s lips for a moment.

Flame’s cock exits my body, but I’m too wrapped up in passion to complain, and then, within seconds, something else pushes against my still gaping back entrance. Blade once again captures my lips, and a new set of hands supports me from behind.

Crusher. Crusher is holding me now. One of his steel-like arms is wrapped around my folded body, now facing away from him. And it’s Crusher’s thick head seeking entrance to my ass.

Blade’s tongue strokes mine, and his hands caress my body. Then Crusher’s grip on me tightens, and his massive cock breaches my opening.

I scream into Blade’s mouth, but Flame whispers words of encouragement into my ear, and his hands slide over my thighs and my hips, soothing and relaxing me as my body accepts the gigantic intrusion. I whimper into the kiss as my physical pain mingles with pleasure, but I don’t care whether it’s pain or pleasure I’m feeling, if it erases my much deeper agony.

All three men have their hands on me now, and they all work together, all their fingers stroking and caressing, gripping and kneading and pinching. I can’t make sense of what’s happening, or who’s doing what, or touching me where. All I know is my body is lifting and lowering over a massive intrusion.

Without any effort on my part, my body is rising and falling, over and over, and the movements are gradually stretching me inside, as my body learns again, how to accept the girth and length of Crusher’s huge cock.

Grief strikes me hard, and I gasp.

I’ll never feel Phil’s thickness inside me again. I’ll never feel his arms around me or his unexpectedly tender touch. I’m about to drown in despair, but then Crusher drives up hard, and the intense fullness wipes every other thought from my mind.

Lifting and lowering my body, the men work together to pump me over Crusher’s thickness, and I willingly take him in deeper and deeper, the pain now replaced by intense pleasure, and I drift on every sensation, not allowing anything else to occupy even a millimeter of awareness inside me.

As Crusher stuffs me, going deeper and deeper each time I’m dropped, a few welcome emotions squeeze into my psyche. I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for these men, for how they’re ensuring there’s no room in my mind, or my body, for anything but Crusher. No room for anything beyond good thoughts, as I ride on the intense pleasure they’re delivering.

These men are putting my needs above their own, tamping down their own losses to give me what I need. I’m not folded so tightly now, and their hands touch me everywhere, squeezing and stroking—brushing my taut nipples and stroking my clit, my pussy entrance. And all the time, Blade continues to kiss me as Crusher’s cock drives its way straight into my soul.

His strong hands tighten their grip on my thighs, folding me, as he tips me back further. Then he releases my legs, and they fall in front of me, striking Blade’s chest. And still Crusher thrusts up from his seat on the chaise, using gravity and his arms to control the speed and range of his penetration that’s become so deep, I can’t imagine taking any more of him inside me.

But somehow, I do take more. And his thickness stimulates places I never knew had nerves. Crusher’s penetrating my chest, my throat, my head, and he continues to lift and lower me over his stiff thickness, taking me miles past my limits. I’m about to cry out that he’s gone deep enough, when I feel the smack of his body striking my ass.

Fully inside me now, Crusher pumps me even harder, thrusting up each time he uses his arms to slam my body down against his lap. And Blade holds my ankles as they slide against his chest and shoulders.

My mouth is fully open, air cools my tongue and throat, and I realize Blade’s lips are no longer connected to mine. Opening my eyes, I discover his silver eyes watching me. Heat and lust consume his expression as Flame strokes Blade at the same pace I’m being vigorously pumped over Crusher’s cock.

Flame releases Blade’s cock and intense pain stabs my chest.

Gasping, I turn toward Flame at my side. He’s tightly pinching both of my nipples, and the pain radiates, flooding me with newfound pleasures. Flame licks his lips, and his eyes bore into mine. He’s carefully gauging what I’m feeling, making sure he hasn’t gone too far. Making sure that Crusher’s thickness, depth and vigor haven’t torn me apart.

I trust Flame. I trust him completely. I trust all three of these men. None of them would ever hurt me, not really hurt me, but Flame’s eyes are reassuring me that he plans to be the one to make sure of that. He’s letting me know that, as much as he loves these other two men, he would rip out their throats if they ever truly hurt me.

As I rise and fall over Crusher’s thick cock, Blade’s fingers start to stroke through my folds, teasing both my entrance and my clit, but never focussing in one place long enough to give me full satisfaction in either. I want to squirm, I want to react to the new stimulation, but Crusher’s tight hold as he pounds me over the length of his cock, leaves me no way to move any part of my body.

Flame’s fingers loosen their searing hold on my nipples, and the relief sends another hard rush of pleasure that races to touch everywhere in my body. Flame has set even my scalp and my toenails on fire. Then just as that pain starts to fade, he drips hot wax on my nipples.

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