Page 101 of Wings of Valor
I detonate. Behind my eyes are colors I’ve never seen before. A myriad of bright blues and greens and oranges that shatter into a kaleidoscope. The more my body convulses around them, the higher my orgasm rides, until I think I might actually pass out from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Shit. Fuck,” Raphael hisses, and then I feel the hot ropes of his cum burst inside me. He stops moving, and Zeke picks up the pace, making me twitch with oncoming bliss. Can I even handle another one?
Slowly, Raphael pulls out and comes to stand beside us. His cock is covered in both our releases, chest dripping with sweat, but it’s his eyes that have me captivated. They’re the darkest shade of blue I’ve ever seen. Almost black and blazing with so much love, I’m afraid it’ll consume me if I don’t look away.
“Look at the mess you made,” Theo whispers in my ear as Zeke shifts his position behind me. “I think you should clean it up.”
I lap at Raph’s cock, tasting the two of us on my tongue. I barely get my lips around his half-hard dick before Theo and Zeke move. They fuck me with inverted strokes that grow increasingly more volatile. I lose control of my body, no longer able to do more than keep my mouth open for Raphael’s cock to rest in as I scream.
And scream.
And scream.
When I come to, I’m in bed. The guys are snuggled around me, talking about our plans for tomorrow like they didn’t just completely destroy me in the best possible way.
“If we all imbue a weapon, I say our prize should be doing that again,” Raphael says.
I groan.
“Ah, I think she likes the sound of that. Are you finally awake, firefly?”
I shake my head, then mumble, “Not tomorrow. Need to recover.”
Zeke clucks his tongue. “It’s cute that you think you have a choice, hummingbird. But you’re right. We should probably hold off on giving our girl any orgasms at all for at least a few days—maybe even a week.”
My eyes flash open to find my men staring at me with shit-eating grins on their faces.
“Oh. Is that not what you meant?”
I narrow my eyes, which only makes the three of them laugh.
“Don’t worry. That’s not a pleasure any of us would deny ourselves,” Raphael says.
Closing my eyes, I smirk and burrow further into my men. “I love you, assholes.”
“And we love you,” I hear them say in unison as I finally drift off to sleep.
