Page 115 of Pirate Witch
“Drop the glamour,” I whisper. “I want all of you.”
After a second of silence, he does as I ask, appearing out of nowhere leaning against the counter. He’s shirtless, and his trousers are shamelessly undone, cock jutting forward as he strokes it leisurely. His piercings glint in the light, and every few strokes he squeezes the head, making my mouth water.
“I like to watch,” he reminds me, winking.
Kinky fae.
I smile. “Then watch.”
Without giving the others any kind of warning, I drop to my knees in the shower and take Nos into my mouth.
“Shit!” he curses, hands flying to my hair.
I try to take him all the way to the back of my throat, but he’s too big and my hands are occupied searching out Rysen and Cas’s cocks. Still, Nos doesn’t complain as I lick and suck my way up and down the top of his shaft, taking special care to lap up every drop of precum that leaks from the tip. He guides my head with his grip on my wet hair, keeping my rhythm constant as I start to pump my hands on the shafts of the other two.
He’s working his way deeper into my mouth, slowly but surely forcing me to breathe through my nose as he hits the back of my throat. Testing me.
Each thrust makes the ache between my thighs grow deeper, until my body starts to clench on nothing, silently begging to be filled.
I swallow around him, making him groan. Then I do it again until he’s forced to release my head or risk embarrassing himself. Cas takes advantage, guiding my lips to his dick next. I allow it, but I don’t abandon Nos entirely. Instead, I switch to stroking him, keeping the pressure light so he stays on the edge while I play with Cas.
Unlike his brother, Cas is content to let me lick and suck at the head of his dick, drawing out his pleasure for long moments before he nudges my lips, silently asking me to suck him down.
I oblige, fluttering my tongue along the underside as I bob my head over him. Like his brother, he fists my hair, but he uses his grip to set a slower pace, giving me time to dip my tongue into the slit at the tip. His head is thrown back in ecstasy. Muscles straining as he wrestles with his pleasure, caught between the desire to give in and the promise of more to come.
The sight undoes me. Before I know it, my hand has fallen from Nos’s cock, and my fingers trace over my clit until I’m moaning with him. It doesn’t take me long to fall over the edge, tossing my head back on a quiet, breathy gasp. Cas’s cock bobs free of my mouth, tapping against my chin and painting it with his cum as he groans his own release.
When he looks down at me, his fingers release my hair and gather his cum before bringing it back to my mouth. I dart my tongue out, letting him force it back between my lips until I’ve swallowed all of it.
It’s so hot that I teeter on the edge of coming again. I’m so wet and needy that it’s not funny anymore. It’s like my first orgasm never happened, or worse, that it’s made me more wound up than I was before.
I pull back, looking all four of them in the eyes.
“I think we’re clean enough,” I whisper, barely recognising my own voice.
None of them need me to say it twice. Rysen scoops me out of the shower and moves at vampire speed. I end up on the bed, on all fours, facing his cock.
The dark head is weeping, and I lick away the droplets gathered there, running my tongue beneath the crown in a tease.
“Little witch,” he groans.
I feel the soft brush of a velvety head against my entrance a second before Nos slides home. There’s resistance at first. Despite how wet I am, there’s the sweetest burn as my body stretches to accommodate his size. But it doesn’t hurt. Not really. I glory in the pressure and the feeling of fullness that returns with each stroke. My lips open on a gasp of relief, and I shove my hips back, rocking onto him until his balls slap against my clit with his thrusts.
Ry takes my open mouth as an invitation, slipping his cock between my lips and down my throat.
I buck against both men, urging them with my body to take me harder. Rougher. Faster.
They comply. Nos’s hands find my hips and his fingers dig in. He drills in and out of my body so hard I see stars, forcing me to swallow Rysen’s dick with each thrust. My eyes water, but I don’t want them to stop. I’m caught between two hard, uncompromising male bodies, and I’m loving it. The friction is just right, and I scream as Nos changes the angle so he’s butting against my cervix with each thrust.
Kier is the one who sends me over the edge. He abandons his place on the fringes of the room in favour of striding towards us. Without a word, he slips his hand beneath me and presses a single freezing finger against my clit.
I scream, falling over the edge with Nos in a heap of shaking, sweating glory. Ry’s cum fills my mouth seconds later, and I have to work hard to remember how to swallow so I don’t choke on it.
The two cocks withdraw, but there’s no chance to come down from my high before Kier flips me onto my back. The fae takes one of my legs and hooks my ankle over his shoulder before lining himself up and driving into me just as hard. Forcing his cock into my weeping channel without a care for the cum dripping from it.
Those cold, metal bars in the head seem to jolt against all the right places as he thrusts into my willing body over and over. Working himself deeper each time until he bottoms out completely.
One of his large, frost covered hands works its way up to my throat and squeezes, not enough to choke me. Just enough to make sure I know who’s in charge. Everything below my waist goes tight with anticipation.
