Page 54 of Kings of Cruelty

Yuri thrusts into me without any further warning, and my entire body spasms from the feeling. It’s bliss, like balm to awound, and I make a loud mewling sound as he buries his cock inside of me.

“Fuck me hard,” I beg, too far gone to care about how I sound.

“You’re right. She really is an animal,” Nikolai says, but like Yuri earlier, he sounds awed, affectionate, instead of condescending or cruel.

Yuri fucks me roughly, pulling in and out at a pace I can’t even keep up with. I make desperate sounds and tighten my cunt when I can, to get his cock dragging harder along my insides. When I attempt to meet his thrusts, Konstantin places his hand on my back and forces me to still.

“Stay like that, Sierrochka. All you do is keep your cunt open for him,” he says.

I can’t stop making little desperate sounds, sounds that make it clear how into this I am despite—because of?—their words.

“Really want to fuck her face,” Nikolai says in a low growl. “It would be so fucking hot, wouldn’t it? She’d probably suck me so good.”

I’m not even sure I should argue. It would give me something to do with my mouth, but at the same time, I want his cock in my cunt. I feel greedy, desperate, selfish—but I deserve it after all the shit they’ve put me through.

I give a shake of my head. “You… You get to wait,” I tell him breathlessly.

Yuri laughs and drives into me particularly hard, his cock rubbing insistently against my g-spot. I moan and clutch one of the couch pillows, trying to muffle my sounds.

“No. Let us hear you,” Konstantin says, pulling the pillow away.

I whine. It’s embarrassing to have them hear every little noise, every little indication of how much pleasure I'm feeling.They aren’t mocking me, though; they seem fascinated, aroused, by everything.

Nikolai runs his fingers through my hair, and he groans. “Hurry up, Yura. I want to fuck her.”

“Take her mouth,” Yuri mutters, changing to more shallow thrusts. “I want to take my time.”

I let out another sound of protest, but they’re not listening to me despite their earlier demands that I tell them what I want. If I wasn’t so fucking horny, and if I didn’t feel so good with Yuri’s cock inside of me, I’d argue.

But I don’t say anything as Nikolai sheds his pants and gets onto the couch, carefully positioning himself so that his cock is right by my mouth.

He’s a little rough as he pushes past my lips, but I don’t mind. He’s going to have to be careful not to have my teeth scraping his cock, but hell, maybe he’ll like it. I’m not going to worry about it.

It’s hard to concentrate on anything like this. I moan as Yuri hits that spot again, and Nikolai groans in response, grabbing my hair tighter. There are no more thoughts, only feelings—pleasure, lust, all of it coiling in my belly until it spills over. My cunt clenches tight around Yuri, and he lets out a surprised groan, speeding up his pace. He comes seconds later, my cunt still convulsing around him.

“Fuck,” Yuri mutters, his movements stilling.

“I think that means it’s my turn,” Konstantin says.

I whine when Yuri slips out, but Konstantin wastes no time in lining himself up and thrusting into my loose pussy.

He’s more than big enough to make me feel tight again, though, and my body is still spasming and clenching as I ride out my orgasm. I try to speak, but Nikolai’s hands are in my hair, and his thrusts into my mouth are almost punishingly fast. He doesn’t seem to mind the feeling of my teeth against it, which I absently file away for future reference.

Maybe he’s feeling as desperate as I am.

Yuri sits down behind Nikolai on the couch, his cock still out, and reaches past him to pet my hair. “Fuck, she’s so beautiful,” he says with a soft smile. “You look so good, Sierra.”

Something settles in me, that he’s calling mebeautifulwhile I’ve got a cock in my mouth and one in my cunt. James would call me a slut for this, but Yuri doesn’t care. No, he and Nikolai and Konstantinlikeme like this.

And that feels fucking amazing.

Konstantin keeps fucking me, hard and fast and insistent, and I can feel the quivers of another impending orgasm already. I don’t think the first even fully stopped before the second is upon me, and I cry out around Nikolai. That’s enough to send him over the edge, too, and he spills into my mouth.

Lost to pleasure and need, I drink down his cum, sucking so hard that he gasps and pushes at my head to try to get me to pull away. I don’t let him for a moment, instead making the unconscious decision to overwhelm him, too.

Konstantin says something in Russian, and his grip tightens on my hips. I feel his cum flood into me too, and I think about how that sensation used to bother me. I can’t get more pregnant than I already am, though, and I love knowing that they’re this into me, that all three of them want me like this.

I’m surprised when Konstantin pulls out, but then he runs his fingers along my cunt and plays with my sloppy hole.

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