Page 11 of Princess Avenged

I cry out, my body pulsing with the burn of every nerve ending exploding inside me at once, trying to respond to the massive stimulation in my ass and in my breasts.

Flame repeats these cycles over and over, pinching and releasing, dripping wax and then ice, delivering pain then removing it, as Crusher continues to thrust in my ass, and Blade strokes through my folds with contrasting gentleness.

“Shift her lower,” Blade says.

Crusher slides against the back of the chaise, tipping me more fully against his chest, and my bent legs rise even higher.

Kneeling in front of me, Blade shifts his hands from my folds to the backs of my spread thighs. Crusher’s legs are on either side of the chaise now, his feet bracing on the floor to power his thrusts.

Blade’s erection slides through my folds, borrowing the motion of Crusher’s drives to stimulate my sex. And it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

I take back my earlier fantasies.

I don’t need three, or even two cocks inside me at once. One cock, combined with external stimulation is beyond intense and far more than enough.

Looking deeply into Blade’s silvery eyes, I float away on bliss as his cock slips through my folds and over my clit, as Flame continues to play with my nipples, to stroke my throat, alternating between both places and keeping me guessing.

And then just when I think I’ve hit my apex of pleasure and gratitude, Flame leans in from the side, turning my face toward his and stealing my attention with a passionate kiss.

I’m in heaven now, drifting higher and higher, rising far above the real world and all of its sadness and danger. All I need in this life is Crusher’s thick cock in my ass, Blade’s long one stimulating my folds, and Flame’s hands roaming everywhere else, as our lips and tongues spar with the other’s.

Blade shifts. And before I can process what’s happened, his long, stiff cock stabs into me. Instinctively, my body tries to fight the extra intrusion, arguing that there’s no more room for anything beyond Crusher inside me, but then my pussy turns greedy.

I try to shift my position, so that I can take in more of Blade’s length, but the men seem to know what I need, where my boundaries lie. I have no need to control my body’s position and couldn’t move if I tried.

Blade adjusts on the chaise, so he can more fully thrust into me, and all the air leaves my lungs as his long cock strokes against Crusher’s through my internal, hyper-sensitive walls.

Crusher thrusts into me hard and deep, and then he holds me down, keeping me still with him fully in my ass. Then Blade stabs into me with more rigor, moving faster and faster, and creating so much heat and friction I scream into Flame’s mouth.

Then one of Flame’s hands slides from where it’s been tormenting my breasts. And his finger slips between me and Blade to circle my clit.

He’s likely also grazing Blade’s cock as it slides in and out of me. And all four of us are moaning now, the sound like a chorus of pleasure, rising toward an infinite crescendo.

Wriggling, I struggle to move as my need for an orgasm elevates. But Flame’s finger is avoiding direct contact with my clit, and I can’t get there. I’m feeling far too much, and my frustration lets reality slip back in.

I break from Flame’s kiss, panting, closing my eyes, hoping some focus will help me return to the clouds, to the ocean of pleasure that wiped out everything else. And hopefully bring me the orgasmic relief that I need.

It’s hard to imagine feeling more pleasure. Hard to imagine more pleasure even existing in this world, and yet what these three men are delivering is no longer enough to wipe clear my mind.

“More,” I call out. “Stuff me so full there’s no room to remember.”

My eyes are still tightly closed, but I sense as the men shift positions. And then they still. Crusher’s fully inside my ass, but only the head of Blade’s cock is lodged inside my sex.

“She’s too small,” Blade says.

“Let’s try,” Flame replies, and I open my eyes to see that he’s now straddling us all, leaning one arm against the chaise behind Crusher, with his back toward Blade.

Holding his cock with one hand, Flame rests it against Blade’s. Then fingers stretch me, as the men try to ease his cock inside me next to Blade’s. The pain is intense, so I squeeze my eyes shut again, trying to relax, not wanting Flame to see my discomfort and possibly give up.

Because I want this. I asked for this, and I need to let them figure out if it’s possible. I can’t begin to imagine how both Flame and Blade could ever breach my pussy’s entrance at the same time, even if my body weren’t already stuffed full of Crusher.

“Got it!” Flame cries out.

All the air vacates my chest.

Searing pain consumes me, wiping out the entire world. But then relief spreads too.

Because this is the solution. This pain, this pressure, all of it gradually turning into pleasure, will erase my ability to think, to feel anything beyond what these men and their gloriously hard rods are doing inside me. All three at once.

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