Page 47 of The Queen
Repositioning again, this time with me straddling Tarq, who is pounding my pussy fiercely, James slips in behind me while Oliver presses his cock to my lips. I take him in greedily as James stuff his cock in my cunt alongside Tarquin’s.
I cry out around Oliver’s dick, the sensation of being so full is mind-blowing. It’s a tangle of limbs and heated skin, the air charged with our collective arousal. Raphael kneels beside us, his hand stroking himself at the sight of us.
James and Tarquin move together inside me, thrusts of domination and desire that pushes me so close to the edge I can barely breathe. My moans are muffled by Oliver’s cock as he fucks my mouth with a slow and steady pace that has me dizzy with need.
Oliver groans, his hand fisting in my hair, guiding my movements as I suck harder. Raphael leans over, tugging on his cock as his eyes never leave the scene.
“Look at you, our Queen taking her Kings like a fucking good little girl,” Raphael says, his voice husky with need.
I’m so close now, on the brink of shattering into a million pieces. James reaches around and finds my clit, teasing it in time with their thrusts until I can’t hold on any longer.
With an explosive cry that’s half-sob, half-scream, I come apart around them. My orgasm rips through me in waves that don’t seem to end, each pulse eliciting another thrust from Tarquin and James until they can’t hold on any longer.
James curses as he spills inside me, followed closely by Tarquin, who lets out a growl so primal it sends aftershocks rippling through my body.
As they drain themselves deep in my pussy, Oliver pulls out of my mouth and lifts me off their cocks, wanting me for himself until Raph joins him.
Oliver pushes me gently onto my hands and knees, and without hesitation, he slides into my pussy from behind and starts to pound, bruising my hips with his grip.
Raphael doesn’t waste a second. He kneels in front of me, his hardened cock at my lips. I gaze up at him through half-lidded eyes, taking him in as much as I can. I suck and lick, tasting his pre cum with a soft moan.
Their pacing becomes relentless, Oliver’s thrusts driving into me with a kind of possessive urgency while Raphael fucks my mouth with equal enthusiasm.
Oliver’s grip on my hips is forceful, but the pain is just another layer to the pleasure. His hand reaches around to circle my clit, rubbing it in tight circles that send jolts of ecstasy sparking through me.
With a few more powerful thrusts, Oliver grunts and holds himself deep inside me as he spills his cum into me to mingle with Tarquin and James’s. He pulls out, and that’s when Raph sits back and drags me onto his lap. He impales me quickly, his cock sliding easily into my lubed pussy full of cum.
“Prep her ass,” he murmurs to Tarq.
Raph lifts me up and off his cock so that his twin can scoop out the cum from my cunt to lube up my ass.
As soon as Tarq is free, Raph pushes his engorged cock back into me as he lies back, bringing me with him so my ass is lifted for Tarquin.
I feel a surge of adrenaline as Tarquin’s fingers circle my rim, smearing the slick concoction of their cum around before pressing against the entrance of my ass. I brace myself on Raph’s chest, locking eyes with him, seeing the dark promise in his gaze. The push is slow but insistent, and then I’m taking Tarquin in too, the stretch bordering on pain, but it’s fucking amazing.
“Fuck,” I gasp, trying to adjust to the feeling of being completely owned by these men. Tarq doesn’t give me time to adapt, though. He starts moving, a steady rhythm that has me clenching around Raph.
I’m theirs. A shared possession that binds us tighter than any vow could. Each thrust sends new jolts of pleasure through me, and I start to move with them, meeting Raph’s upward thrusts and pushing back onto Tarquin’s cock.
Raph grips my hips hard. He guides my movements, his eyes never leaving mine. “Fuck, Eliza,” he groans. “You look so perfect taking us like this.”
Tarq leans forward, his hands finding my breasts and pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry out. It hurts so fucking good, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.
“Good girl,” James murmurs from where he watches us, stroking himself lazily. His eyes are dark with lust and pride as Oliver’s fingers find my clit.
“Fuck, you are a good little whore, aren’t you, tigress?” he murmurs. “Such a perfect slut taking four cocks and being their cum dumpster.”
“Fuck!” I roar as the degrading praise hits my hot spot in a way that I didn’t think being called a slut ever would. “Yes! More!”
“More,” he murmurs, releasing me to move in next to Tarquin. “Are you ready for that, little whore?”
“Fuck! Yes!” I scream, bracing myself for triple penetration, which does not disappoint.
As Oliver rams his cock in beside Tarquin, it feels like I’m going to split open, but it’s the kind of pain that’s laced with so much pleasure it’s nearly unbearable. They move together, and I’m completely at their mercy. I can barely catch my breath, every stroke hitting nerves I didn’t even know existed.
“The things you do to us, Eliza,” Tarquin grunts, his voice strained. He smacks my ass hard, the sting mixing with the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely.
“Fuck!”
