Page 117 of Princess Avenged

I shake my head. I can’t possibly speak, but I try to reassure him with my eyes and my expression. He has no reason to apologize.

He’s fucking me even more brutally than our first time in their games room. Back then, he was trying to show me how much he hated me. But he loves me now, and it makes all the difference. So does looking into his eyes.

As hard as his taking me, I can see the love in his eyes, side-by-side with his urge for sexual gratification. Phil needs this. He needs this hard, quick release more than anything.

His expression darkens. Turning so ferocious that, for a split second, I’m afraid the demon’s still there, but then he shouts. “I love you, Ana. I love you so fucking much.”

His thrusts grow erratic. Then he pulls me hard against him, driving impossibly deep inside me, and holding me tightly against his pelvis. Once there, I’m rewarded by the hot spray of his ejaculate, burning me, stimulating me, and increasing the lubrication and pleasure between us.

His thrusts begin again, and as he vigorously pumps me, wildly and without abandon, the other men stroke my back, my hair, my face, my breasts.

“Easy, Ana,” Crusher says. “Easy.”

I can’t figure out why he’s saying that, and then I realize that it’s me, pumping myself over Phil. He’s still hard inside me, but clearly spent in every other way. I’m the one giving him a hard fuck now.

“Let’s move to the next room,” Flame says.

I have no idea why we’re moving or how. All I can register is that Phil is still filling me completely, that his come is driving me insane with need, and that the other men are guiding us, as Phil carries me into the next room, still impaled on his cock. Every step he takes moves him inside me, and it’s both too much and not enough for me right now.

The walls in this room are cedar and fragrant, and soft lighting bathes the space in a cozy warm glow. Phil sets me down on the edge of a well-padded massage table, raised up so that it’s the perfect height for him to stay inside me with his feet on the floor.

Locking my legs around him, I look into his eyes and brush his face. “You need blood.”

He groans, but then nods.

The other three men gather on the opposite side of the table behind me, and I tilt my head to the side, exposing my throat.

Phil’s fangs emerge, and then the sharp stab of his bite shoots intense pleasure racing through me. My blood rushes to enter his body, to nourish him, and I love the feeling. His feeding heightens my own strength and libido, and my pussy pulses around him.

Phil’s hips start to pump, moving his thickness slowly, and I’m so caught up in the pleasure, that I don’t notice when he releases my throat. All I know is that at some point I’m fully leaning back against Crusher, Blade and Flame—the three men supporting me, fondling my body, as Phil thrusts inside me.

“See what we meant by worship?” Flame asks, as he plays with one of my nipples.

“We exist to make you happy.” Crusher nudges my face around to kiss him, and one of Flame’s fingers slides down my body, finding my clit.

An orgasm strikes instantly.

Crusher backs off the kiss, and my body detonates from within, contracting hard around Phil’s cock as his girth continues to slide inside me. All four men watch me in awe as I shatter, as if what’s going on with my body is the most beautiful, most astounding thing in the world.

My contractions slow until they’re more like an even pulse. But I can no longer imagine them ever stopping.

Phil’s jaw hardens, his face reddens. And then he shouts, as he comes again, leaving me shaking and quivering and with even more need. And still the other three watch—touching me, holding me, worshiping me like I am a Queen, a Goddess.

Phil slips out from inside me, then bends over to kiss me, and his heavy cock lands hard against my thigh.

“Who would you like inside you next, my love?” Phil asks against my lips.

“Your wish is our command,” Crusher says deeply.

I smile up at them. “I’ll be happy, as long as every one of you comes inside me tonight.” I look into Crusher’s eyes. “You decide. You be in charge.”

A grin flashes over Crusher’s lips, then his expression hardens. “Flame. Inside her. Now.”

The instant Crusher barks his command, Flame and Phil swap positions. From behind me, Phil holds up one of my legs, tenderly cradling it, as Flame straightens my other leg and rests it against his shoulder. Holding me firmly, Flame slides his cock inside me, going in all the way at once.

I gasp at Flame’s quick entry, but I’m so slick with Phil’s juices, and my own, that while I feel full, it doesn’t hurt. And then Flame starts pumping, taking me slowly and carefully, clearly enjoying not only the act but also putting on a show, as the other three watch, gathered around me.

“See how she stretches?” Crusher says deeply. “See how her body yields to Flame’s pounding cock? Her cunt is tiny, but eager. So hungry. So capable. So ready to accommodate whatever we give her.”

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