Page 12 of Princess Avenged

Flame thrusts. Both his and Blade’s heads are fully inside me now, stretching my opening wider than I ever imagined was possible.

And once in, Flame pauses as Blade pushes himself all the way back inside me. My pussy is screaming, objecting to the intense stretching, but I breathe deeply, letting myself adjust.

Buried deep, Blade stills, and then Flame starts to pump, his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside me, stretching my very being, until he’s in as deep as Blade. Their cocks are not only filling me beyond imagination, they’re stroking against each other’s and no doubt putting added pressure on Crusher’s cock, deep in my ass.

Flame groans. We all grown, and new nerve endings detonate inside me as the heads of Flame and Blade’s cocks strike each other each time Flame thrusts. Then all three men pause, remaining still inside me, for what feels like hours.

My body vibrates and throbs around them; all my blood rushes to meet their cocks; all their blood rushes to join mine; and our combined heat and power meet at the intersection of our bodies. Inside me, their three cocks vibrate and twitch, pulsating deep inside me, even though no one is moving.

“Fuck her,” growls Crusher. “Fuck her now.”

Flame starts to drive.

All four of us groan in unison, as Flame thrusts and thrusts, pounding himself into me, stroking against Blade, and no doubt pushing Blade’s cock harder and harder against Crusher’s. I can only guess how it’s feeling for each of the men. All I can know with certainty is my intense stimulation, the absolute ecstasy that this is creating for me.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I shout as my head bangs against Crusher’s chest, striking him so hard I might bruise him. And Flame continues to fuck me roughly, to fuck us all as the other two men remain still inside me, and I lose track of everything else in the world.

One of them yells. One of them ejaculates in my pussy, but it’s hard for me to tell whether it’s Blade or Flame. Maybe it’s both because I can feel both of their essences flowing through me. Before I can concentrate enough to work it out, Crusher starts to pump in my ass again. His powerful hips thrust up from below, sliding his massive cock once again, creating potent friction, and lifting all three of us with his punishing thrusts.

“Holy shit. Hold on!” Flame yells, but I know he’s not talking to me, because, even if I wanted to, there’s no chance I could hold onto anything, or control any of this. Crusher continues to pound me up against the other men’s bodies, and both of them are sliding inside me too.

With a roaring shout, Crusher shoots his load in my ass.

Explosions detonate in my mind, and Crusher uses the increased lubrication to pump faster, and all three men continue to thrust too.

In and out. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. Then slower. Then faster.

At times, all three thrust together, filling me beyond belief. At times they drive against each other, Blade and Flame working in opposition inside my sex. I stop even trying to keep track of their actions as the three magical rods slide inside me, creating more and more friction, more and more pressure, more and more pleasure than I have ever imagined.

My eyes refuse to open, and I’m not sure I could see if they did. My entire world is consumed by the three cocks ramming hard and deep inside me, simultaneously hitting every sensitive spot in existence. Every time I think I’ve hit my limit, every moment I consider telling the men I can’t bear any more pleasure, one of them changes their motions, taking me to an entirely new place, and I can no longer bear the thought of any one of them stopping. Not ever.

Before meeting these men, I longed to explore the world, but they’ve revealed the entire universe, without us even leaving the room.

Another orgasm strikes me, finally. My entire body contracts and convulses, and all four of us shout at once, broadcasting our heightened pleasure, as we continue to move as one, working in concert, each moment lifting us higher and higher—further and further away from reality.

And I never—ever—want this to end.

Chapter

Six

Ana

Opening my eyes, I find Crusher’s gazing into mine, filled with love and concern. Happiness floods me, and a smile washes over my face, but it only lasts a few seconds before I remember.

Unable to bear the pain, I divert my gaze.

Blade and Flame are lying on the far side of the bed, their limbs entangled, their arms wrapped around each other’s bodies as they sleep. Watching those two together, my contented feelings flash back, and I wish I could avoid reality, but I can’t continue to ignore the truth.

Phil is gone. Phil is dead.

I must face that, even if it doesn’t seem possible, even if every part of my body and soul refuses to accept it. Even if I still can’t fully believe that it’s real.

I feel sure that my gut, that my heart would know if Phil were truly gone. Given the depth of my feelings, surely, I should feel a profound shift in the universe if Phil’s no longer in it.

And yet, the earth is still turning, the air still contains the molecules required to breathe, and gravity is still holding me down.

It doesn’t seem possible that any of these things should be true in a world without Phil, but logic tells me my gut must be wrong. Crusher wouldn’t lie to me—especially not about something so important as the death of someone I love. And he would never have left Phil unless he was sure he was dead.

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