Page 94 of Snake

Nim

I’ve gone past the point of pleasure or pain. My body is limp and loose, the two men filling me, the only thing keeping me from falling over.

The sound of their dicks pumping into me, their hips slamming against my body, is a hypnotic melody that quickly sends me into a trance. They pick up speed, setting a harsh rhythm that ignites every cell in my body. I think I’m rocking in time with them, but there’s no doubt who’s in control. Silas might be punishing my ass with his cock, but Mason’s kiss and his powerful thrusts are what’s truly setting the rhythm.

Silas goes stiff behind me, his dick buried deep and his balls pulsing against the curve of my ass as he comes inside me.

Mason fills me with his seed too, while Silas is still groaning and grinding his dick into my ass.

I spread my legs a little wider apart for them, so they can get in even deeper.I’m aching, throbbing, clenching inside, holding onto both of them, keeping their dicks prisoner so I can take what I need from them.

I drag my hand down Mason’s chest, leaving streaks of blood behind where I’ve dug half-moons into his skin, and I stroke my fingers over my engorged clit.I move away from Mason’s kiss, staring deep into his amber eyes. They’re awash with a bright light, this awed, puppy-dog look of affection that’s so strong, I feel tears pricking at my eyelids.

“Keep going,” I whisper. “I’m almost there.”

Mason’s groan sounds more like the rumble of a distant thunderstorm. He grinds his hips against mine, but his dick is already going soft inside. “Christ, there’s no satisfying you, is there?” He doesn’t sound angry…he sounds awed.

He pulls out of me and shoves a thick finger deep inside my pussy. “There you are,” he murmurs.

Silas replaces his dick with a finger, too. And Knox puts a hand between Mason and me and starts massaging my clit. The three of them bring me to an orgasm that transcends space and time. I hear myself wailing, can feel my muscles clench up, and then it’s like I’ve left my body.

I’m aware of the three of them shifting, changing positions, but I lock my eyes shut, my breath huffing out like a wild animal’s.

Mason pulls his fingers out of me. A hard thrust sends a new cock deep into my pussy, Silas letting out an animal grunt as he slams home. My eyes open, blurry, as hands brush hair out of my face.

I stare into stormy blue eyes, tears leaking down my face as Silas slowly fucks me through my orgasm.

“One more,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my mouth. “Give us one more, baby, then we’re done.”

“Silas, please, I, uh...uh...” Something changes. I make the oddest sound, like a hollow grunt, as his cock slams in and out of my soaked pussy at the most torturously slow pace.

“Almost there.” Someone tweaks my nipple. Someone—Knox, I think, has a fingertip in my asshole and he starts pumping it in and out. Who the fuck starts stroking my clit, I don’t even know. My eyes slam shut as my body arches like a bow.

“Oh God!”

“Just like that,” Silas says, his voice as tight as the grip I have on his dick. “You’re perfect, baby. So fucking perfect.”

I come at the same time he does, so I only know he’s climaxing when I feel his cum being forced out of my pussy by the violence of his suddenly intense thrusts.

Knox and Mason hold me steady for him, because my muscles have turned to water. They even hold my thighs apart so he can force his way in deeper. I stare down between my legs, watching Silas’s dick sink into my pussy again and again, coated in a milky cream that only becomes thicker as he fills me up with his seed.

I’m enveloped in warmth. In pleasure and love and strength that wraps me in the tightest cocoon.

That’s when tiny kisses start covering my body. Some reach my mouth, but I don’t have the energy to kiss them back. Something warm and soft goes between my legs. A washcloth, I think, when I catch the scent of clean, wet cotton.

The Serpents clean me, dry me, and wrap me in their arms. Propped up like that between the three of them, that’s how I fall asleep. Still sore, aching, my clit pulsing between my legs slower and slower.

I hear myself murmur, “I love you,” as a tear streaks from my eye, but I don’t know who the words were meant for.

All three, I guess.

One after the other, I hear their replies.

They’re different, but the same. At least, they mean the same thing.

We love you.

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