Page 9 of Spectacle

“Yes I do,” I admit quietly, feeling ashamed. I’m never going to get used to this need or stop feeling guilty about it.

“Then you’re going to have to wring a few more mutual orgasms out of the man. I’m sure it won’t be a hardship.”

“It’s certainly different, that’s for sure,” I mutter, and Xavier arches an interested eyebrow.

“How so?” he asks as I lie here, feeling Saxon’s cum drip out of me. He must notice too, because he sneakily slides his fingers up and tries to push it back into my body. I’m not sure how he thinks none of us wouldn’t notice that.

“You know, I can think of better ways of keeping your cum inside our mate.” Xavier smirks at Saxon. “Cas, get your cock in her and help her husband out, will you? Lila is going to tell us about what fucking her Aaz’axian was like.”

Cas doesn’t even hesitate. He slides between my legs, stroking his large cock with one hand. “Oh, it will be my pleasure.” He leans in to give me a kiss as he notches it at my opening and smoothly slides inside. My mouth drops open at the stretch. All of my husbands are big, and my pussy forms around them like a glove—perks of being me, I guess. I try to wrap my legs around his body, but Saxon quickly jumps to hold them in place, his large hands circling my thighs and holding me open like a butterfly.

Cas sits back and brings my lower half up off the bed, and then Xavier leans in and flicks his tongue across my clit. My eyes roll back in my head at the sensations, and I grab a handful of his long hair to hang on to.

“Talk, Lila, or we’ll stop,” he orders, and I groan. How am I supposed to form coherent sentences when they are wringing delicious pleasure out of my body? “Did you take his spikes? Did he shred your pussy?”

“Yes,” I answer. “His cock completely shredded my pussy. It was painful and pleasurable all at once.”

“So he filled your pussy with his cum? I bet there was a lot of it. Was he dripping out of you as well?”

“Blood and cum, sounds like my idea of fun,” Saxon murmurs, and when I pry my eyes open, he’s smirking.

Caspian lazily slides in and out, plucking at my nipples while Xavier teases my clit, and I feel my orgasm start to build again.

“One of my harem members had a spiky cock. It certainly was a unique experience. I wouldn’t mind trying it again. I wonder if Brannock is open to men,” Xavier murmurs, curiosity in his eyes.

I growl, not liking to hear about his former lovers. “I don’t know, you’ll have to ask him yourself,” I snarl, although I wouldn’t mind seeing Brannock fuck Xavier. The warlock prince does like his kink, and I’m sure he’s not afraid of a little pain.

“If we add Ghosie to the mix, his aphrodisiac fur may make it so the pain is negligible,” he says conversationally, and I’ve had enough. Although I’m intrigued, I want his attention on me. My inner mimic is pissed at him.

“Hey, instead of pimping yourself out to all the other men, how about you get in here and give your wife some attention?” I growl, and he chuckles. The asshole is deliberately riling me up. I don’t know if he meant any of what he said, but I don’t hate the idea. I just want them to focus on me for now.

“How do you want me, my love? Shall I ride our kraken while he takes care of you?” he suggests, and I know he wants me to tell him what I want, even though talking about what I want makes me blush.

“No, I want you in my ass,” I snap, sick of being teased.

“Of course, how could I deny such a request?” He’s grinning, and I have the urge to smack him, but before I can, Saxon lifts me slightly so Xavier can slide beneath me. He snaps his fingers, and a bottle of lube appears on the bed. Cas takes over holding me and continues to slide in and out of my pussy, sucking on my nipples as I writhe in his grasp. We watch as Saxon pours some lube into his hand, and I turn my head to watch him stroke the lube over Xavier’s cock. They kiss, and my pussy clenches.

Caspian murmurs to me, “You like watching them, don’t you? I don’t blame you. It’s sexy as fuck.”

Saxon pulls away and squirts more lube on his fingers, and then I feel him probe my back entrance, sliding a finger in and stretching me out, and my pussy clenches again. I love being filled in both holes. He pulls out and pushes back in, adding more fingers until I’m stretched enough to take Xavier. I appreciate the effort, but my body doesn’t need it. It’s designed to take many cocks in all holes. I also kind of like the burn. It makes the pleasure so much better when it does come.

Cas lies me back over Xavier, and he wraps his arms around me as Saxon helps him feed his cock into my ass. I’m well stretched, so the burn is slight, and soon I’m filled with both men.

I moan in delight. “Yes, now fuck me hard,” I demand, greedy for more orgasms.

“Not yet, my sweet. You have one more hole to fill, and Saxon has the cock to do it.” Xavier pins me to his body and angles my head so it’s hanging over his shoulder. Saxon sits behind him and feeds his cock into my mouth.

Now I am well and truly trapped between the three of them and can’t move. All I can do is take what they give me as they use my body for their pleasure. The three of them start to move, and I sink into the pleasure, my mind blanking of everything but the three of them sliding in and out. Saxon’s cock leaks precum, and I swallow it down eagerly, using my tongue to lash his length. His flavor is delicious, but I want more, so I use a fang to nick his skin, and blood joins the taste. I suck hard, wanting it all, but Cas and Xavier pick up the pace, and I can no longer concentrate on Sax’s cock. Now all I can do is feel pleasure pulsing through me.

“Such a good girl, taking your husbands—a fuck toy for our pleasure.” Xavier has such a dirty mouth. “We’re going to fill you with our cum, and you’re going to say thank you,” he tells me, his thrusts getting harder.

Caspian matches his pace. My kraken purrs at her mate then projects, Breed me, please, into their heads, my warlock powers being driven by my kraken.

Cas freezes, and his body shudders.

“Cas,” Xavier growls in warning. I can’t look at them, but he must get himself under control. “You know she doesn’t mean it. It’s her kraken speaking, even I can tell that.”

“Yup, I’m good. I can’t implant eggs in this form anyway,” he rasps between thrusts.

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