Page 79 of Claimed By the Damned

He stops my ministrations on his cock, then he lays at the head of the bed and pulls me onto his lap, settling me so my legs straddle his hips. He looks down at me, my eyes fluttering, lips parted. He smiles, a predatory curve of his lips, running his fingers through my hair, down my spine, before cupping my ass, squeezing gently. He teases my pussy with a finger before slipping it inside, then swiftly adds another, then a third, stretching my tight, throbbing channel. I groan, my body instinctively adjusting, clenching around his violating fingers, but begging for more.

His fingers move in tandem, curling inside me, seeking out my G-spot with punishing accuracy. His thumb finds my clit, pressing and circling in rhythm with his thrusts. I cry out, my body bucking against him, desperate for release. The wet, slick sounds coming from between my legs are obscene—my own juices mixed with the remnants of Ethan's and Ryker's cum.

He smiles at my reaction—eyes squeezed shut, breath coming in ragged hitches. He pounds into me without pause with his fingers, finding just the right spot with each flick of his wrist. My walls quiver around his hand, slick with fluids.

I come undone, sobbing his name as my body quivers under the relentless onslaught. My pussy clenches tightly around his fingers, juices coating his hand. He doesn't stop, until he gets every last shudder of pleasure from me before slowly pulling out.

He looks down at his sticky hand, a satisfied grin touching his lips. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come for me," he whispers, his voice ragged. He kisses my forehead, tasting me mixed with sweat and arousal.

He pulls me close only for a moment, burying his face in my hair and inhaling deeply before pulling back slightly. Our skin is slick together. "'You’re going to give me another orgasm, Little One," he murmurs against my ear, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Trust Daddy with what comes next." I whimper softly, anticipation and a thrill of fear coiling low in my belly.

He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest, then gently but firmly turns me. "Ass up, Little One. Chest down on the bed. Let the boys see how beautifully you take what Daddy gives you."

My body obeys, heart pounding. I lower my upper body onto the mattress, resting on my forearms, my ass pushed high into the air. My gaze flickers to a large mirror positioned on the opposite wall. I can see myself clearly, flushed skin, trembling slightly, utterly exposed with my back arched and ass presented. Behind my reflection, I see Bastian approach, his eyes dark and focused, his cock thick and heavy in his hand.

Beyond him, reflected from the plush couch positioned across the room, Ethan and Ryker watch intently, their eyes tracking Bastian's every move towards me. The position feels incredibly vulnerable, seeing myself laid bare like this, knowing they can allsee everything, but the sight of their rapt attention in the mirror fuels a strange, almost dizzying heat within me.

Bastian moves behind me, the heat of his body a palpable presence. He runs his hands down my back, over the curve of my ass, spreading my cheeks. His fingers trail over my wet folds, then they move back up, teasing my tight asshole, using my wetness as lube.

He pushes one finger inside slowly, gently. I gasp as the tight ring of muscle trembles, then yields around him, taking him deeper. His eyes meet mine momentarily in the reflection of the mirror, filled with a blazing mix of lust and adoration before his focus lowers again to his hand's work.

From the couch, I hear Ryker let out a low whistle. "Fuck, Bas... breaking her in right." His voice is rough, laced with undisguised arousal.

Ethan's voice follows, quieter but just as intense. "Look at her take him... geez, Lila..." There's a mix of awe and raw want in his tone.

My eyes dart to the mirror again. I see them both clearly now, Ryker leaning back against the couch, Ethan sitting beside him. Both are hard again, thick cocks glistening as their own hands wrap around their lengths, stroking slowly, eyes locked on Bastian's fingers disappearing inside me.

My eyes dart to the mirror again. I see them both clearly now, sprawled comfortably on the deep couch across the room, angled slightly to get the best view. Ryker leans back against the cushions, Ethan sits beside him, elbow propped on the armrest. Both are hard again, thick cocks glistening as their own hands wrap around their lengths, stroking slowly, eyes locked on Bastian's fingers disappearing inside me.

Hearing their voices, seeing their blatant arousal in the reflection, knowing they're touching themselves while watching Bastian work his finger inside my ass – it heightens everything.He adds a second finger, stretching me further. I cry out, arching my back slightly. His other hand finds my clit, circling it firmly as his fingers move faster inside my ass.

I'm close, so close, I can feel my wetness gushing down my leg against the bedspread beneath me. He presses harder, circling faster, pinching my clit firmly between thumb and forefinger. My ass clamps down hard around his fingers as I scream his name, my body shuddering with the force of an orgasm so intense it steals my breath. He pulls his fingers out slowly, leaving me trembling and gasping against the mattress. He steps back slightly, just for a beat, his eyes never leaving me in the reflection, watching me sag.

Then, before I can fully catch my breath, he's moving forward again. His hand grips my hip, tilting me just so. I feel the thick, blunt head of his cock press against my slick entrance of my pussy. He doesn't wait for an invitation, just thrusts deep inside me with a single, powerful stroke that buries him to the hilt.

A sharp cry escapes me, half pleasure, half shock at the sudden, full invasion. He grunts, thrusting again, twice, three times – hard, possessive strokes that grind my aching clit against the bedsheets. Just as suddenly as he entered, he withdraws, his cock pulling free with a wet sound. My breath hitches, my body still reeling. He steps fully back then, surveying my trembling form.

"On your knees," he commands softly. "Beg for Daddy's cum." My body obeys, legs shaky as I slide off the bed and sink to the floor before him. "Please, Daddy," I whisper, looking up at him through tear-spiked lashes. "I need your cum. I need it... in me and on me. Please."

He stands above me, stroking his thick cock, his gaze intense. "So beautiful," he murmurs. "So fucking perfect. Growing big and sexy with our baby inside you." He lifts my chin with one finger, forcing me to hold his gaze. "'You're ours," he growls,his voice thick with lust and possession. "But right now, you aremine. And I'm going to cover you."

He leans over me, his release tearing from him with a deep groan, his hot seed splattering across my face, my chest, my shoulders. Panting heavily, Bastian remains standing over me for a moment, watching his cum coat my skin, before slowly kneeling before me.

His gaze is possessive, intense. He reaches out to gather some of his cum. His fingers carefully scoop up a thick glob of his cooling seed from my chest. My breath hitches as I watch him, wondering. He brings his fingers down between my legs, parting my slick folds gently. With deliberate pressure, he pushes his own cum deep inside my pussy, coating my inner walls. A low noise escapes my throat, a sound of raw surrender. "There," he murmurs, his voice thick. "Filled with all three of us now, Little One. Marked inside and out."

He then glances over his shoulder towards the couch. "Ethan. Ryker. Come claim what's ours."

I hear the rustle of movement, and then they're flanking Bastian, kneeling beside him, their eyes devouring me, already hard again and stroking themselves with renewed urgency.

Ethan groans first, his release sputtering hot across my stomach and thighs, adding his own mark. A moment later, Ryker follows, his powerful orgasm coating my other thigh and hip, his low growl vibrating in the tense air. Their breathing is harsh, matching mine and Bastian's.

Bastian cups my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks, his gaze holding mine, fierce and possessive, taking in the sight of me slicked with cum from all three of them.

"Look at what you've become," Bastian purrs, his voice soft now but no less commanding. "Covered in our cum. Filled with us. Beautifully claimed. Our girl."

I whimper, my body aching but utterly sated. My heart is full, overflowing with adoration for these men, forhim. This is our new normal—their cum cooling on my skin, marking me. I lean into him.

"'I'm yours" I whisper, my voice barely a murmur.

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