Page 118 of Princess Avenged

I look up into each of their eyes in turn, and their expressions of happiness, of adoration, nearly break me. I’m about to tell them once again that I love them, but Flame’s fangs spring out and he gestures toward Blade.

Leaning between us, Blade tips his head to the side, and Flame spears his fangs into his throat.

Flame groans as he feeds. So does Blade.

Flame quickly releases Blade’s vein, and blood drips onto my skin. Flame doesn’t take the time to finish his last swallow or even lick his lips.

Instead, he accelerates his thrusts, moving so quickly inside me I can barely see him move. Blade swipes some of his own blood from Flame’s open lips, and then touches his blood-tipped finger to my clit.

I detonate again. And the other three brace me, as Flame’s hips continue to pummel me, moving like a piston and creating so much heat between us I fear he’ll literally set me on fire.

My hips fight to buck, to swivel, to pull back, to control any of this action, but the men are holding me so tightly I have no choice but to feel the full force of every single one of Flame’s punishing thrusts as my body continues to uncontrollably squeeze around him.

Punishing is the only word to describe Flame’s force, but if this is a punishment I will gladly misbehave—and often. I’ll do whatever it takes to deserve this brutal treatment again—and again and again.

Flame erupts inside me, and I cry out, unable to hold anything back. I’m a quivering mess, limp, unable to move, but no longer wanting to move. I lean back against the men, and they continue to look at me as if I’m the most beautiful, the most important being in the entire world.

Flame slips out from inside me.

“I’ll take her from behind,” Crusher says. “You three look into her eyes.”

Crusher flips me, setting me onto my hands and knees on the table, and it lowers a few inches as the other three men hold me, their hands stroking my belly, my back, my breasts.

I grip the other edge of the table, as Crusher’s arms nudge my knees farther apart, stretching me, exposing me, and making me feel slightly off balance.

“What a beautiful sight,” he says, and I feel the heat of his breath on my sex. “Phil and Flame are dripping out of you, my love. And you’re so red, so hot. So ready for my cock.” His fingers slip through my slit, and my hips wiggle and bounce at the stimulation.

“Be still.” His hands grip my hips. “I want you still while I fuck you. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“I…I don’t know.” It’s an honest answer, and I’m not sure if we’re back in the earlier role play. Regardless, my pelvis is already tilting, trying to move, even as Crusher’s hands grip me tightly.

“Don’t move,” Crusher says gruffly. “You can do it. You’re a warrior. Don’t disappoint me.”

He tugs my hips back, and his thickness splits me in two.

I cry out, and he stops there, buried deeply inside me.

“Oh, darlin’.” In front of me, Flame squats, looking into my eyes and stroking my face. “Watching the impact as he drilled you. Shit. Such a thing of beauty.”

Phil’s hands stroke my back, and I look into his eyes. “If Crusher hurts you…” His voice comes out in a growl, and I nod, promising that I’ll let him know. And that I know full well what he’ll do to Crusher. But I’m also certain that Crusher would never hurt me, not really.

And then, as if he could hear that thought, Crusher firms his grip on my hips, and starts to rock my ass back against his hard thrusts as he drives this thickness deeper and deeper inside me.

“Good girl,” he says as he pounds me. “That’s it. Take me in. Take it all in, but don’t move. I’m the only one who moves your body, until I release you.”

One of his hands slides up to my shoulder. Then, with one hand on my shoulder and one on my hip, he tugs my body back even harder to meet each of his drives, each one hitting so deeply I want to scream. But the strikes are hitting too quickly for me to react to individual thrusts, and the combination of pain and pleasure lifts me right off the massage table, right out of the room.

“That’s it, baby,” Crusher says as he thrusts, and I marvel at how calm and unstrained his voice is. But that’s Crusher. Always in control. And I take that on as a personal challenge for the future. Someday I’ll break Crusher, in all the ways he’s currently breaking me.

“Stay still now, baby. Easy. Take me all in, even though I’m too big for you. That’s the way.” His voice is like a balm, and the other men continue to soothe me, with their hands and their eyes, as they take turns looking into mine.

“It’s time now,” Crusher says. “Brace yourself, baby. Be brave. You can take this. And remember—no moving.”

I don’t have time to guess what he means before his seed erupts inside me, filling me completely and racing into my bloodstream so quickly I swear I can taste him.

My back is cramping from trying to keep still. My elbows collapse, and my body curls into a ball as he continues to thrust hard inside me.

“I said no moving!” His hand on my shoulder tugs back on me. “Fuck. Fuck. This tighter position is worth your disobedience.”

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