Page 81 of Kings of Violence

This is almost something nice, in fact, and I don’t know what to make of that.

So instead of thinking, I lose myself in the sensations.

“More,” I whisper raggedly, stroking Nikolai’s cock, taking Konstantin’s fingers deeper into my mouth and arching back against Yuri. I want to be overwhelmed. I want to be completely taken in a way I don’t understand and I’m not necessarily sure I’d even want if the circumstances were different.

Every time I close my eyes, though, I see blood,smellblood, and I don’t want my entire awareness to consist of blood and violence.

I want to feel pleasure. I want to know only this moment, only this sensation.

“You ready?” Yuri mumbles against my ear. “I’m going to get so deep inside you, Sierra. I’m going to fill you up completely.”

I whimper, sucking Konstantin’s fingers harder, licking them, almost wishing it was his cock in my mouth — almost.Almost.

“Fuck me,” I say, drawing back from Konstantin enough to speak. “Fuck me, and kiss, and, and… I need it.”

I need all of it.

Yuri sucks on the nape of my neck briefly, then he lines himself up against my hole. I groan as he pushes inside. I must be wet with more than just water, because he goes in easily, and the stretch feels good.

Konstantin makes an appreciative sound too. “I never get tired of seeing this,” he murmurs.

“This?” I ask, dazed.

“You, stuffed with Yura or Nikolai’s cock.” He smiles. “Your pussy stretched wide and leaking cum.”

I swallow hard. It’s so derisive, and I should hate him for it.

I should hate all three of them for what they’ve done, for what they’re trying to do.

But Yuri starts to move inside of me, and I forget because it feels good — I forget, because Nikolai’s fingers are teasing my clit, his hand keeping my legs wide and open.

It startles me when he leans in, and his lips brush Konstantin’s. It’s not quite a kiss, not really, and he draws back quickly. I don’t know if it’s the heat of the water or the situation that makes his cheeks flush, but he doesn’t go in for another.

Konstantin looks at Nikolai with a strange expression, but after a few seconds, he turns his attention back to Yuri. He cards his fingers through Yuri’s long hair. “Are you close, Yura? Are you going to fill her up? Get her to swell up with your cum?”

Yuri lets out a startled noise. “F-fuck. Yes, yes, Kotya. Then Nikolai, then you. We’ll all fill her. She’ll be completely ours.”

“She’s already completely ours,” Nikolai asserts, and his voice is just as weird as Konstantin’s expression had been.

I can’t bring myself to argue. Not with Konstantin’s fingers so close to my lips, not with Nikolai’s fingers on my clit, and definitely not with Yuri’s cock pounding in and out of me.

Yuri’s fingers dig into my hips, and the next time he thrusts into me, he bites down on my shoulder. I cry out, both from the pain and the sudden sensation of his cum flooding into me.

Konstantin pushes a hand against my stomach. “I want to see her swell up,” he says roughly. There’s a small hesitation before he continues, “With our cocks and cum.”

I notice the blip, vaguely, but I can’t think of what he might have been about to say. I don’t care, either, because it feels so good, Nikolai’s fingers playing with me so expertly that it brings me close to the edge but doesn’t quite push me over.

Nikolai groans. “How tight is she, Yura? How good does she feel?”

The words are distant, almost fading in the background, but I strain to stay in the here and now just so I can hear their words. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t want to hear, shouldn’t want to remember.

But all of this strikes me as something that won’t happen often, that may not ever happen again. Maybe I want to think about it sometimes.

Maybe I want to know they’re not all that bad when they don’t want to be.

“She’s amazing,” Yuri answers breathlessly. “So hot and tight. Her cunt wants this.” He pulls out, and with the shower still running I can’t tell if his cum drips out of me or not.

Konstantin directs me to turn around, with my back to Nikolai and I’m facing Yuri.

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