Page 343 of Conquered
“Yes, boss?” Loki gives Ash a shit-eating grin, and it makes me smile.
“Play with those tits you’ve been lusting after,” Ash orders, and my smile drops as Loki’s grows wider.
“Yes, sir.”
Loki’s eyes ravish my body, focusing on my huge tits that are leaking milk all down my sides. I can feel it pooling underneath me on the lid of the piano, and I flush, grimacing.
“You can blame this next part on my lack of being breastfed as a child,” Loki tells me, dipping his head and lapping up the spilled milk, his hot, wet tongue making my heated skin pebble and small moans escape from my lips.
“Fucking yum,” he says between groans, bending over me to give the other side attention. The more he sucks and licks at my breasts, the more milk leaks out, and I’m soon writhing and squirming.
“Fuck, that’s making her wet,” Ash growls out, and I gasp as he begins to push inside my heat, Loki distracting me from the slight discomfort. “Shit, Princess, that feels so fucking incredible.”
His fingers grip my hip hard, and then I feel his touch on my clit, my cry loud as he starts to play it as skillfully as he does the instrument we’re fucking on.
“Ash–oh god–Loki—” I gasp the words, my fingers tangling in Loki’s hair as his tongue swirls around my sensitive nipple, drinking the milk that’s flowing from me.
I get lost in a myriad of sensations; Ash’s thick cock thrusting in and out of my now drenched cunt, his fingers toying with my tight bud, and Loki lavishing his affection onto my breasts. A maelstrom begins swirling inside me, heating me up from the inside out and incoherent noises fall from my lips as they build me higher, bringing me closer to what is promising to be a mind-blowing climax.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, baby?” Loki asks, and I crack my lids to see him hovering over my nipple, his mouth wet and his pupils blown with lust.
“So fucking close,” I whimper, my whole body tingling with my impending release.
“Don’t worry, we got you,” he tells me, and I watch as he opens his mouth, lowers it over my stiff peak, and sucks. Hard.
I explode and implode all at once, my body going impossibly rigid as my climax takes me in its thrall, electricity zinging out to all my limbs. Milk shoots out from my breasts, and I feel Loki drinking all that I give him, the thought prolonging my pleasure. My pussy clenches around Ash, dragging him down with me as he orgasms with a snarl, burying himself so deep inside me that it triggers a second wave of flutters in my core.
Suddenly Loki’s lips leave my nipple, and I open my closed lids to watch him gripping his dick, stripping it in a punishing rhythm. Seconds later, hot cum hits my body as he covers me in his seed, and that triggers a third orgasm, Ash groaning as my cunt grips him again, more wetness leaking out of me.
Loki raises his hand, his own cum glistening on his fingers, and brings them to my lips. Instinctively, I suck them into my mouth, licking his salty release off with a moan.
“Good girl,” he says in a breathy voice, withdrawing his fingers and leaning down and kissing me, his tongue invading my mouth.
My hands stay limp at my sides as I kiss him back, my whole body sated and relaxed. He pulls away, and I glance down my body to see Ash giving me one of his beautiful smiles that used to be so rare.
“You are everything we could ever want or need, Princess,” he tells me in a gruff voice, his own body loose. “Don’t ever fucking forget it.”
“I love you, all of you,” I tell them, gasping as Ash finally pulls out, and Loki helps me to sit up.
Ash wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead and pulling me in close so that our sweaty bodies are pressed together.
“I love you too, Princess.”
Loki trails his fingers down my side, kissing my neck and cheek.
“I fucking love you, Lilly.”
“Should you guys still call me that, you know, given my new name?” I ask, and they pull back to look at me, considering looks on their faces.
“You’ll always be Lilly to us,” Ash states, running his palm down the side of my face. “And we can always say it’s your nickname.”
“Although,” Loki starts, and when I look at him he has a shit-stirring grin on his lips so I know that whatever will come next may earn him a black eye or two. “Technically, she is now free to marry whoever she wants, given that your wife died.”
Ash growls, and it’s only my arms still wrapped around his waist that stops him from lunging at the trickster.
“Only if I get to marry all of you,” I blurt, realising how right that feels as the words leave my mouth.
Both pause, barely even breathing as they look at me, a mixture of consideration and hunger on their faces. Before anyone can say another word, the sound of Violet crying, then Jax’s deep, soothing voice can be heard down the hall.
