by Mima
She clamped hard around Grady, sucked on Shon, and another tear trailed free.
Vel worked another finger in. “Grady, you’re not allowed to come.”
Kor came up and kissed her tear away from the corner of her eye with delicate, tender brushes of his lips. The soft touch, so different from his nearly violent attack on her breasts, Shon, Vel… She swung her hips on Grady as she came.
Sobbing, trying not to set her teeth in Shon, she shook, one hand on Shon’s thigh, the other on Kor’s shoulder.
“There she goes… Spirit, damn it, yes.” Grady moaned and shook with her, but she only felt him get harder, thicker. Vel slipped from her ass.
She moaned around Shon. Cupping her jaw, he eased back out of her mouth, his face a mask of ecstasy. She knew it was ecstasy, but anyone else might think it agony. She knew that kind of pleasure-pain.
Panting, her gaze darted from him to Vel, side by side.
“You ready for the real me, Malla?” Shon asked, his chest working hard.
“Yes!”
Vel stepped up, “Make me wet for Grady, lover.”
She took him deep, washing him down to his root.
When he pulled away, Kor was there, stroking his dark cock. “This is amazing. The way it’s supposed to be.”
Shon draped her over Grady, who picked her up, and this time, didn’t just lift her a few inches for a stroke. He took her up, up, up and off his erection, clasped his arms around her, and kissed her neck.
Shon put his soaking cock at her anus, kissed the other side of her neck, and pushed.
Held between the two men, her chin on Grady’s shoulder, she cried out at the burn, the incredible invasion of it. When Shon was halfway, Vel stepped into her sight. He lubed Grady’s ass with a few firm pumps of his finger. Grady straddled the end of the lounge, his ass at the very edge. Vel knelt behind him. Malla doubted it was an accident that the lounge was the perfect height for a kneeling man to make love to someone.
Shon pulled back out of her ass to his rim, then, as Vel pushed into Grady, Shon pushed into her. She and Grady clutched each other. He moaned against her neck. Vel leaned in and kissed her, a hot, hard, wild kiss. She broke away when Shon kept pushing, keening with the burn. He sank in, his hands on her hips, cradling her ass against his hard thighs.
“Here, baby, come on.” As she lay back against Shon, Kor stepped up to the side and turned her head. His fingers slid into her hair as he bumped her lips with his soft, hot tip.
Shon shifted, Grady jerked as Vel stroked him, and Malla cried out.
Kor put his tip to her teeth. “Baby, please.”
She opened, and he filled her mouth with scalding velvet. She managed one purring suck before Grady put his cock to her cunt. Her eyes flew open.
Kor’s burned bright green. “We’ve got you, Malla. Always.”
He held her eyes, rock steady, as Grady broke into her body, already filled by Shon. His huge girth lodged in her entry, and he roared. His body jerked, and she knew he’d been drilled by Vel again.
“Bring her closer, Shon,” Grady gasped.
Shon scooted forward. Now both Shon and Malla’s legs were draped over Grady’s
thighs as they faced him. Grady shifted his grip from Malla’s ribs. He reached past her, palming the back of Shon’s shoulders. Then he tightened his abs and drove up into her body, making room for himself alongside Shon with brute strength. Malla bit down on Kor at the shock of it, the invasion, the claiming, the perfection. Malla got a burst of salty sweetness from Kor. She sucked. He shouted.
Shon said, “Now, Kor.” He set his teeth in the firm flesh between Malla’s neck and shoulder.
Kor’s gift sizzled across her wrung-out consciousness. Instantly, they were all there. All of them, all the penetration, all the love, all the possession, all the touching.
Vel, Kor, and Shon jerked hard, once, deep, in perfect concert. Malla focused on grabbing Grady from the inside, with every muscle she had, as she reached past him to seize Vel’s neck. She felt her own mouth around Kor, her own cunt around Grady, her own ass around Shon, and Grady’s around Vel. Her hair in Kor’s hands, Shon’s shoulders in Grady’s hands. And they all felt it, too.
Shon sobbed against her neck, Grady roared once more, Vel hissed and Kor moaned, the first to break. He came watching the bodies of his team tangled tightly, and the explosive pleasure of his orgasm was her own. It was all of theirs. Vel came next, turned on by Kor, turned on by how Grady’s balls felt the heat of Shon’s. Grady came, from Vel’s thoughts, from Vel’s wet heat, from his own submission, and the ecstasy of feeling Shon pressed against him while he was buried in Malla. Shon came, growling, teeth worrying her muscle, with the sweet satisfaction of using his full strength to force his length deep inside the most private part of her body. His cum erupted. Possession rolled with satisfaction.
Malla died. She felt her heart stop. She couldn’t breathe around Kor’s cock in her throat, the sweet cum in her mouth, the pressure of Grady compressing her against Shon.
She wasn’t afraid. Hers, all hers, and she was theirs. Pleasure took every ounce of her skin, every muscle, every thought. She was joy. She was light.
The connection fell away. Kor was on his knees, holding her hand, panting, “Breathe, baby, another one. Breathe.”
Vel had her other hand, clasping it firmly. He was wet with sweat. Grady knelt
between her legs, stroking her lax thighs with soothing sweeps of his palms. Shon was still in her ass, arms clasped around her chest under her breasts.
She took a huge, shuddering breath, and the last of her light drained back into her well.
“Fuck. Malla, don’t ever do that to us again.” Grady sounded angry.
She smiled, dusted over his fuzzy hair with tired fingertips. “Are you going to do me like that again? Because it just might happen.”
Grady scowled, looking absolutely ferocious. A smile stretched her face.
Shon was gently suckling the wound on her shoulder. She reached one hand back and circled his neck. “No one shot you this time.”
“No.”
She felt him smile. She could feel how relaxed he was, in body and spirit. He was at peace. He rocked her ever so slightly.
Rolling her head against his shoulder to look at Kor, she said, “Thank you. What a beautiful gift.”
Surprisingly, her surly man just nodded. “Yeah.”
Turning to look at Vel, she smiled at him. “Don’t you have a kingdom to claim?”
“I’m not sure I can stand up. Give me a minute.”
Malla gloried in her pile of men relaxing around her. The air was fragrant. This was what love smelled like. Sweat, cum, velvet, and men.
Vel tucked one damp strand of hair behind her ear. “Malla…I need you here. I
managed to escape much of it by telling myself I had to fight in the war, but really, I was running. I need the whole team here. I can’t do this alone. The hate, the fighting, the lies…
It’s an awful responsibility, but I’m going to claim it. You’ll stay?”
She nodded, overcome at the thought of him living at court, alone, these past months.
Shon nodded too, chuckling against her shoulder. “We’re staying, Vel. We’ve got you.”
Grady leaned over and kissed Vel, gently, deeply.
Malla sighed.
Shon tightened his arms around her. “I’ll try, Malla. With you believing in me and watching out for me, it will be better. Just give me time. And let me try to keep the Fury as away as I can.”
Kor put his hand on Shon’s knee. “I’ll watch out for you, too. Especially when you’re on shift, and Malla’s all mine.”
Shon’s hand shot out to cuff him but Kor dodged.
Grady nodded. “We’re going to watch out for each other. We all have to believe we will be better.”
Malla looked at Vel. “You’re the only royalty I’ve ever spoken to. I’m not exactly prepared to be at court.”
Shon huffed. “None of us are.
We’ll learn together.”
Kor pointed at Vel. “If he could learn it, we totally can.”
“My duties aren’t going to change much from what they’ve been. My father is just giving me more power to push with, that’s all. It can be a restricting life, but there are many, many benefits.” Vel looked at Malla. “Not the least of which is my choice of servers.”
Malla thought her face might split from smiling so wide. She was sprawled open before her men, sweaty, dripping with cum, and she’d never been so comfortable. She belonged here. Leaning against the bench around her, they touched her and each other, breathed through the happiness of being together again.
“Thank you, Vel. For trying again.”
“Actually, Grady wouldn’t let it go.”
“I couldn’t let you go, Malla,” Grady rasped.
Malla nodded. “I couldn’t let you go either. Any of you. You have to believe me when I tell you what I feel.”
Shon nibbled on her ear. “I will try,” Shon whispered. “I promise, I’ll try. Your belief in me makes it possible to believe in myself.”
“I’m hungry,” Kor said abruptly.
Grady pulled away and looked over at him, frowning. “Kor…”
Kor stopped him with a wave of his hand. “I know, I know. Shut the fuck up, right?”
Mima is a librarian. ‘nuff said.
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