Page 56 of The Kings
With a few more relentless pounds from Raphael’s cock, and Tarquin’s fingers replacing Raph’s on my clit, they send me spiralling into another orgasm. My vision whites out as pleasure consumes me completely. I’m floating, lost in a sea of sensations where nothing exists but their touch. My aching body screams for a reprieve, but I won’t give it. The pain is all part of the pleasure.
Raph’s fingers dig into my hips, and he thrusts deep before he unloads into me, filling me with his cum before he pulls back, panting heavily. I sit up and pounce on Tarquin, pushing him back to the bed. He does enjoy the loss of control when I ride him until his cock nearly breaks. Grabbing him and shoving his length inside me, I cry out and arch my back. Raph clamps down my nipple, sucking and biting it until I squirm and beg for more.
Tarquin’s hands grip my waist, guiding me as I ride him hard and fast. His moans are a potent aphrodisiac, fuelling my desire to push him over the edge. The tattoo on his forearm, a serpent twisted around a dagger, flexes with each movement, a reminder of the danger and strength that lies beneath his skin. In this moment, he’s vulnerable to me, yet there’s no fear in his eyes—only raw desire as he watches me take what I want from him.
“Eliza, you’re going to make me come,” Tarquin groans, his voice ragged. His hips thrust upward to meet my every downward stroke, driving his cock deeper into my pussy. The friction is delicious, the pleasure building again like a tidal wave.
“Do it,” I demand breathlessly, “Fill me up just like Raph did.”
Raphael is watching us now, his eyes dark with lust and something more, something like pride.
I feel Tarquin’s grip tighten around my hips as he loses rhythm, his body tensing beneath me. With a few more frantic movements of our intertwined bodies, he cries out my name as he comes undone inside me. The sensation of him throbbing and spilling inside my cunt sets off my own climax, and I cry out, feeling the cold steel of Raph’s blade pressed to my nipple, the tip circling around the peak, dangerously close to cutting my skin.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please!”
The blade presses just enough for me to feel its bite, a sharp contrast to the warm flood within me. The mixture of pain and pleasure sends another pulse of ecstasy through my body, and I shiver under the intensity of it.
Raphael’s voice is like a thread of darkness winding through the heavy air. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmurs, and I can hear the deadly promise in his voice.
I look up at him through half-lidded eyes, my breath still coming in short gasps. “More,” I whisper, a silent plea for the exquisite edge of danger that Raphael brings.
With a wicked grin, Raphael withdraws the blade slowly, tracing a path down between my breasts. A thin line of red blooms on my skin, drawing a heated rasp from Tarquin below me. Raph’s other hand comes up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips.
“You want more?” he asks, his voice laced with dark intent.
“Always.”
He chuckles softly and nods at Tarquin, who reluctantly lets go of my hips. I’m pulled off Tarquin’s softening cock and onto the floor, pushed to my knees as Raphael stands in front of me.
Raphael takes his semi-hard cock in his hand, stroking himself as he watches me hungrily. “Open up for me,” he commands with a sharp edge to his tone.
I obey without hesitation, opening my mouth wide. Raphael doesn’t waste a second; he thrusts into my mouth.
The taste of him mixed with the remnants of my own arousal is intoxicating, and I suck eagerly, using all the tricks I’ve learned to coax him back to full hardness. Raphael’s fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place as he fucks my mouth with a steady rhythm.
“You take care of us so well,” Tarquin murmurs from behind me, his voice filled with reverence and lust; it’s a beautiful struggle between power and surrender.
I take Raphael deeper, relaxing my throat as I meet his every thrust. He’s merciless, holding nothing back as he fucks my mouth with the same intensity he had when buried deep inside my cunt. He pulls my hair with a firm grip that leaves no room for doubt about who is in control.
“That’s it,” Raphael pants. “Take it all. You’re so fucking glorious when you submit.”
And I do submit—to the passion, to the pleasure they give me, and to the dark world I was born into. This is where I belong: with these men who are just as ruthless and beautiful as I am.
Tarquin’s hands roam over my body, igniting fires wherever they touch. He finds his way to my clit again and starts rubbing in tight circles, bringing me closer to another devastating orgasm.
I suck harder on Raphael’s cock, drawing out moans from him that vibrate through my core.
“Not in your mouth,” he murmurs and withdraws, pulling me up and bending me over the bed,
Again, my bruised body protests, but I don’t utter a word.
Raph pops the lid on a tube of lube, and seconds later, his fingers are pressing against my rear hole.
“Both of you,” I rasp. “I want to take both of you.”
Tarquin climbs on the bed, his cock in his hand as he pumps himself hard. He lies back, and I crawl over him, Raph behind me as he preps my asshole for entry. Tarq guides his cock to my pussy and sinks into me at the same time as Raph pushes his cock into my ass.
“Fuck!” I scream and then shiver as the bedroom door opens.
