Page 68 of Lords of Ruin: Cherished

“Damn Princess. Cast, you trained her well.” Vincent purrs.

“Didn’t I?” Cast says with fondness and pride laced in his words.

I feel Cast kneel right behind me, his fingertips playing with my clit. The dual sensations are overwhelming—Vincent’s cock filling my mouth, Cast’s fingers teasing my most sensitive spots. I’m already dripping, my body betraying my mind, aching for more. Vincent’s thrusts grow harder, deeper, and I gag slightly, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. But I don’t stop. I can’t. I need this. I need them.

Cast’s fingers press harder, and I moan around Vincent’s cock, the vibrations making him groan above me. “Fuck, Willow,” Vincent growls, his voice ragged. “You take it so well.”

I can feel Damien’s kneel behind me, his cock immediately pressing against my entrance, the tip teasing me, and I arch my back, desperate for him to fill me. But he doesn’t. Not yet. He’s torturing me, making me wait, and it’s driving me insane.

“Please,” I beg, my voice muffled by Vincent’s cock. “Please, Damien.”

He chuckles darkly, his breath hot against my neck. “What do you want, Willow? Tell me.”

I pull my mouth away from Vincent just long enough to gasp, “I want you to fuck me. Please, I need you.”

Damien smirks, and I can feel the tip of his cock pressing harder against me. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He thrusts into me, and I cry out, the sensation overwhelming. He’s big, stretching me in the most delicious way, and I can’t help but moan as he begins to move, his hips slamming against mine. Vincent grabs my hair again, forcing my mouth back onto his cock, and I suck him greedily, my body writhing between them.

Cast kneels down next to me, his lips against my ear. “Cariña, tonight I am going to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”

My heart rate increases as Vincent moans and Damien pulls me back against him. Andfuck,Damien’s thrusts are rough, each one driving me further into Vincent, and I can feel the tension building in my body, my senses overwhelming me by the sheer intensity of it all.

Cast watches from the sidelines, his bloodied hands trailing up my stomach as he cups my boob in his hand. “Look at her,” he says, rolling my nipple between two of his fingers, making me buck against Damien. “She can’t get enough of it.”

Vincent pulls out of my mouth, his grip on my hair forcing me to look up at him. “That’s right, isn’t it, baby?” he says, his voice rough with need. “You love it when we use you like this.”

I nod, my body trembling as Damien continues to fuck me from behind. “Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely audible as I catch my breath. “I love it. I love you.”

Vincent’s eyes darken at my words, and he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Say it again,” he demands, his voice sharp.

“I love you,” I repeat, my voice breaking as Damien’s thrusts become more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening. Cast yanks my matching satin shirt over my head exposing my breasts, with a hum of appreciation on his lips.

“Good girl,” Vincent growls, his cock slapping against my cheek before he pushes back into my mouth, fucking me harder than before.

The pressure builds inside me, the coil of pleasure tightening with every thrust, every word, every touch. Cast’s bloodied hand pulls my nipples sharply, giving me the pain that I fucking crave. He leans down to whisper in my ear. “You’re going to take all of us, aren’t you, Willow? You’re going to let us fill you up, make you ours.”

I moan around Vincent’s cock, the sound vibrating through me. I can feel it, the edge of my climax just within reach, and I reach for it desperately, my body trembling with theeffort. But right when I think I am going to reach my peak, Vincent pulls out of my mouth with a groan.

“You almost made me cum, Willow.” Vincent clicks his tongue in disappointment. “Naughty girl.”

Damien doesn't stop, his thrusts become more frantic, his cock hitting that spot that makes me see stars. “Fuck Willow,” Damien groans as he cums. His cock buried deep inside me, his warmth flooding my body.

Damien pulls out of me slowly, his release already slipping down my legs, but he doesn’t let it go too far, scooping his cum up and pushing it back inside of my pussy. “Don’t let it spill, Willow,” Damien growls, his voice dark and demanding.

“You’re going to keep all of us inside of you, aren’t you Princess?” Vincent says almost tenderly as he rubs his cock near my lips.

Without thinking, I lick my lips and nod in agreement.

“Use your words, Trouble.” Damien adds.

“Yes, sir. I will keep all of you in.” I whisper, drunk off of the way Vincent gazes down at me.

“Look at her,” Cast says, his voice filled with admiration and pride. “Our little fuck toy, always so eager to take whatever we give her.”

I can’t argue, can’t even form words as they loom over me, their presence suffocating and intoxicating all at once. I am theirs, completely and utterly under their control and I love every minute of it.

Cast’s hands grip my waist hard enough to bruise as he hauls me up from the floor, his touchboth punishing and possessive. I'm still trembling, my thighs slick with Damien and I release no matter how hard I squeeze to keep it in.

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