Page 6 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

The bed dipped. Armel knelt to my right, leaning over the leg he held. With a grunt, his mouth joined in the feasting. His tongue different from the one that pistoned into me. He lapped at my clit gently, like a kitten drinking its first meal from a bowl.

They pushed me dangerously close to the edge of my first orgasm and it would not be the sweet shuddering of a warm up come. They had my body already twisting in on itself. This wouldn’t be a slow work up to summit and a graceful fall into release. I could feel it building. I feared how viciously it would consume me. My brain could not process the weight of it. The heady, confusion of sensations. Each part of my body wanted something different. My nipples begged to be bitten, to be marked with the animalistic passion I knew existed just below the surface of these three men. My mind wanted the blissful nothingness of orgasm, even if my mind also knew the power of it would absolutely shatter me. My clit throbbed, my pussy gaped, each in need of just the most subtle pressure to rocket me to the conclusion I was close to begging for.

How three men could work me into a blinding heat just from oral. Though calling what they were doing oral was an insult to their efforts. They devoured me. Licked, bit, and sucked at me as if they’d been in the desert without water, and they’d just discovered water buried deep in an underground geyser.

The sounds alone they made had me spreading my legs so wide I feared dislocating my hips. Ryker had me rolled nearly up against his shoulders as if I were a linebacker fighting him for a football for a game-winning touchdown, only the touchdown was the convulsing, slickened, hole he presently groaned into.

“Would you look at these tits?”

Obsidian’s domineering stature came into my line of sight. Eyes darkened with desire, mouth slackened as he pulled down the cups of my bra, pinching and yanking at my nipples with enough force to have me mewling. He bent forward, cupping the circumference of my breast between his thumb and forefinger, forcing that distended peak higher, as if straining it toward his welcoming mouth. Instead of the soothing warmth of that warm cavern, my over sensitized nipple was met with a firm set of teeth, pulling against it as if it would open and feed him. Interspersed with the gentle scissoring was the rough suckling from his lips and tongue. Each sensation warring with the others.

“These are definitely not the tits of a little girl,” he said, pulling off from my breast and inhaling a lungful of air. “So why do you shave your cunt like one?”

So many words I wanted to say. Words likemy fucking choice, andpersonal preference, and so many others. Yet just as my brain found the ability to form a response, Ryker or Armel, who knew which one, snaked their tongue between my cheeks to a place no one had ever explored before, and I shot off like a cannon.

I flew apart with such ferocity I feared I’d never find my way back to piecing myself together. Every part of my body hummed. The bliss coursing through my blood stream threatened to drown me, to white out all of my senses and cradle me in a blanket of satisfaction.

“We really need to work on her tolerance.” Ryker tsked, continuing to feast on me, but at a much more languorous pace. “Her pussy tastes too good to stop, but if she’s going to bliss out from a single orgasm, how will she last through three of us mating her?”

“Having her conscious and engaged is the preference,” Armel agreed, running his hands all over my body, working the tension out of muscles that had no business feeling tense given all I’d done is laid there and taken every ounce of pleasure they’d gifted me.

“I’m awake.”

I think the words were spoken and not just thought. My lips felt as if I’d said something. Though, I still felt heavy with release.

“That cunt is going to be heaven. I just know it.”

I felt Obsidian’s weight dip the bed on the other side. His lips caressing the tendons in my neck before working his way down to my collarbone and back up to my mouth.

“Still green?” he asked, his lips a breath away from mine.

I could do little more than nod.

“I want the word little one.”

His fingertips tickled along my lips, as if he could knock on the proverbial door to my mouth and get the word to appear from inside.

“Green.” It barely felt like a sigh.

“Did we discuss kissing?” he asked to no one in particular. “Was that on her list of limits?”

“You can kiss me.” I lifted my chin toward his lips. “I won’t mind.”

My brain fired off a multitude of alarm bells. I didn’t typically do kissing. It was far too intimate. Breeding, mating, fucking men without condoms on, all of those things already crossed too far into the intimacy camp. But kissing meant something. Especially in combination with words like “put a baby in you.” No matter the lies in the words.

But on the heels of them rocking my world, I needed to feel them. To sense their closeness. Lose myself in the soft connection of their lips against mine.

Obsidian’s hand snaked behind my head, cradling it in his large palm. He smiled down at me, all soft lips and rounded eyes, before sliding his mouth over mine. For someone so large, whose mouth just abused my breasts, his firm lips and gentle tongue sent a sweet trill of bliss fluttering through the same nerves Ryker and Armel had spitting and hissing moments before.

“Look at what a mess you made.” Armel tsked, playfully shaking his head at me, drawing his fingers through the wetness all over my thighs. “Obsidian, I’m pretty tired. I think you’re on clean up duty.”

I tracked Armel as he pushed off the bed and stepped out of the way. Obsidian pressed one last kiss against my mouth before standing and yanking both his shirt and undershirt over his head revealing a forest of rust colored chest hair that trailed down beneath his pants. The tinkling of a belt being opened in my periphery yanked my focus from Obsidian’s chest to Ryker, who also was stripping down to my left, a mirror to Armel doing the same to my right. While my focus shifted between the pair like watching dueling tennis players, Obsidian made his way to the foot of the bed and between my thighs.

I felt and heard him before he drew my focus away from the other pair, but when he finally ensnared my gaze it was to watch him running his nose down my seam, breathing me in as he did. He held me suspended, waiting for the feel of the tongue that moments ago had made love to my mouth, but instead of doing what I’d expected, he turned his head and ran his nose along one thigh then the other, continuing to scent my skin like an animal.

“Your scent. My god, Miele, I want to bury my face in your pussy and never leave.”

His tongue traced the inside of my thigh, arriving at my pussy lips where he kissed me with the same sweet passion he’d gifted my mouth. Over and again his gentle tongue did little more than tease. Not that I had even a brick to stand on to utter a complaint. My body just barely returned to normal from the orgasm Ryker and Armel gave me.

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