Page 119 of Princess Avenged

His hand slides off my hip, sliding over my ass and tracing close to the point of penetration, dangerously close to my clit. I both want and don’t want him to touch it. Because if he does, I’ll have no chance of staying still.

He hasn’t given me permission to move, and I can’t believe how much I’m getting pleasure from the idea of pleasing Crusher, of obeying his commands.

“Lower the table,” he barks.

It drops. His angle changes inside me. His weight on me increases, as he bends over me, using his body weight to pin my tucked body down as he continues to thrust hard inside me. His movements are slower now, but unbelievably deep, and I’m so immobilized I can barely breathe.

Then his finger finds my clit. Using some the men’s spent spunk that’s leaked out of me, he rubs my sensitive nub, and I fight against the intensity, trying to buck, but his body weight and the force of his thrusts keep me pinned down.

“That’s it, baby,” he says against my ear. “You’re doing as I asked. Not moving.”

My contractions escalate, and I realize what he’s done. He wanted me to be able to obey, so he helped me do it. He shifted us into a position where I couldn’t move if I tried. My love for Crusher grows.

“Good girl. You’ve earned the ability to move.” His weight shifts off me, and I explode again. My hips swivel and twist, lower and rise, and he has to hold me with both hands just to keep himself inside me as my entire body is consumed by an orgasm so powerful I’m not sure if it will ever end, or if I’ll survive.

My mind blanks, as explosion after explosion steals my sight, my hearing, my ability to breathe.

And when I finally feel conscious again, it feels like hours have passed, like I’ve run a hundred miles, and yet Crusher’s immense hardness is still stroking slowly inside me, and the other men are all caressing every inch of my skin, soothing me, offering soft words of love and support.

“Baby, do you need to rest before you take Blade?” Crusher asks.

For a moment I don’t even understand the question, but then I shake my head, hanging forward as I remain on my knees.

Blade tips up my chin, and I’m dazzled by the flashing silvers in his eyes. “You’re too tired. I can wait.”

I lean forward to kiss him. “I need you inside me.”

My words seem absurd. I’m not only spent, but completely and utterly stuffed full of Crusher, who’s still thrusting this thickness inside me, but I mean what I said.

To end this today, to even take a pause in the action, without having all four men shoot their seed inside me would be incomplete. Incomprehensible. I want our relationship to be one of equals. I’m still sorting out what that means, but as exhausted as I am, I know this can’t end until I’ve had Blade’s beautiful cock shooting inside me.

Crusher slips out, and the men help me straighten onto my knees. My insides are aching, throbbing, and still feeling full, as Crusher’s fluids, and my own, ooze out to dampen my thighs.

Beside me, Blade climbs onto the massage table, sitting cross-legged, his long cock jutting up. It bounces back against his abs, as if it’s angry it hasn’t yet been part of the action.

Flame mounts the table too, straddling Blade from behind, and supporting his friend as Phil and Crusher usher me toward Blade’s lap to straddle him. I’m not sure I have the energy to pump myself over Blade, but I’m too exhausted to object to this position or suggest any other.

Cupping the backs of my legs, Crusher and Phil support my entire weight as Blade guides his cock to my entrance. And then they slowly let me drop.

Gasping, I grab onto Blade’s shoulders as he slides inside me, stretching and rubbing against places not yet fully recovered.

“Easy,” Crusher whispers in my ear. “Let us know if it’s too much.”

I nod as they slowly lower me, working me over Blade’s long cock. I want to ride Blade with abandon, but while my heart wants that, my body’s too tired.

“You need to feed,” Crusher whispers near my ear, and before I can process his words, he re-positions himself, and moves my mouth near his throat.

Overcome by bloodlust, my fangs spring out and drive into Crusher’s throat.

His hot liquid surges into me, and instantly, I feel stronger. I gulp down mouthful after mouthful of his thick, salty blood, feeling Crusher’s strength and confidence—his stamina—coursing through me.

And my appreciation for him, for all four of these men, grows again. I can’t believe I went even a day without admitting how much I love Crusher—how much I love all four of the men. I need each of them in different ways, but I’m just beginning to comprehend all the ways I need Crusher.

I was thrust into positions of power, so young. And even now, at a hundred years, I’m the youngest member on The Vampiric Council, and the weight of everyone’s expectations is heavy.

And I see so vividly right now, as I drink from his vein, how Crusher will help ease that load. The other men will always support me. Will always love me. But Crusher will offer his guidance, his advice. He won’t ever tell me what to do, but he’ll tell me when he thinks I’ve erred, and he’ll loan me his wisdom and confidence when I’m unsure.

I break away from his vein, lick clean the wound and look into his eyes. “Thank you.”

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