Fires in the Darkness

by Nora Ash

  Eliath tightened his hold on me, as if he was steeling me against my own body’s violent tremors. “Give in, baby. Come for us, Kitten—let go.”

  Deep shivers traveled down through my arms from where he held me, and then up again from my abdomen in sharp, short bursts until the dam broke and I came, hard.

  “Yes, yes yes!” I don’t know who among us gasped those words out like a mantra while my body seized, my pussy clutching tightly at Nicklaus’ pulsing cock. My world was a torrent of pleasure that made my eyes roll back and my hips rise and fall in fitful waves as if to draw every last drop of my lover’s release deep into my womb.

  When my orgasm finally ebbed, allowing me to collapse again, Nicklaus followed. His sides surged with his fast pants for breath as he rested on top of me, forehead pressed against mine.

  Eliath released my wrists with a gentle stroke, but I grasped for him again with one hand, wanting to feel him while I came down from my high. The other I lifted to Nicklaus’ back so I could stroke him while he calmed down. His eyes were still closed when I looked at him, but his mouth curved in a soft smile at my caress. “You okay?”

  “Mmhm,” I purred and stretched happily out underneath him. His cock was still semi-hard inside of me, and the friction from my movement made a small tremor shoot up from where we were connected. Seemed like my pussy was starting to warm up to the idea of servicing two men. “And you?”

  He opened his eyes then, bathing me in the blue glow of his preternatural gaze. “Much better.” Then he sighed and straightened up, looking straight at Eliath. “Your turn.”

  Eliath tutted and tickled my arm. “Come now, Nicklaus. Do you only have one go in you? Don’t you want to stay inside her blessed little pussy for another round?”

  Nicklaus arched both eyebrows. “It’s quite evident you’re bursting to take over, so what game are you playing here? I’m too tired to deal with your shit.”

  “No game. See it as my attempt at an olive branch—I just want to watch the two of you together, for now.”

  Eliath was most assuredly playing some sort of game, but I had no idea what he was hoping to win at the end of it. But apparently, either Nicklaus actually believed him, or he didn’t care, because he just grunted and fell back down on top of me. This time, though, he caught himself in both arms, and instead of resting, he rocked his hips against mine.

  I gasped sharply, all thoughts of Eliath’s scheming dispersing as the thick cock inside of me began to grow. My pussy, still wet from before and now also soaked with Nicklaus’ cum, adjusted to accommodate him without pain this time. I moaned as he took me with slow, measured thrusts. My lust rose lazily up through my abdomen, pushing away the lethargic aftermath of my prior orgasm for every time he bottomed out in my tight sheath.

  “Ride him, Kitten,” Eliath whispered in my ear. “He will love it as much as I did.”

  I didn’t pause to think why Eliath was giving me instructions on how to best please the man he had claimed to hate up until last night. In hindsight, I undoubtedly should have, but in that moment it just sounded like a sexy idea. I wanted Nicklaus to feel every ounce of my passion as I speared myself on his deliciously thick cock, and to watch his eyes burn with passion as he struggled to remain passive underneath me, just like Eliath had.

  I reached up to push at Nicklaus’ shoulder. He protested with a rumbling grunt when I rolled him off me and he slipped out of my body, but when I climbed on top of him and spread my knees so I could straddle his hips, he relaxed and let me shove him the rest of his way onto his back.

  Despite the eager erection pressing up hard against my ass and the lust evident in his eyes, I could see lines of exhaustion on his face now that the light from the windows shone directly on it.

  “Just let me take care of you,” I murmured. I reached out to stroke his face, and his eyelids fluttered shut at the contact. Once again I was overwhelmed with the magnitude of what he had done for me. He had offered up his own life and undoubtedly suffered through torture and humiliation in Bright’s hands, all so I could live. “It’s my turn to give you everything now.”

  With that, I raised up just high enough to capture his straining cock against my nether lips. I braced myself with one hand on his chest and grabbed his pulsing length with the other so I could guide it in. His blunt head spread my entrance wide and then slid home, straining against my trembling walls as I sank all the way down.

  We gasped together when he bottomed out. Nicklaus’ eyes popped open again, and I was rewarded with exactly the kind of burning passion I’d hoped for.

  I offered him a cheeky smile, and then I moved.

  Nicklaus groaned and grabbed for my knees. For a moment I thought he’d take over again, but he restrained himself, clutching at me as if he was holding on for dear life.

  It was so unbelievably empowering to see this strong, all-male superhuman struggle for self-control underneath me. I rolled my hips again, taking him all the way in, and felt his fingers dig deep into my flesh.

  Determined to keep control, I leaned forward so I could support both hands on his chiseled chest while pressing him down, and then began to fuck myself on his cock with hard, fluid motions.

  Nicklaus moaned softly underneath me every time I took him to the hilt, as lost in the pleasure of being together as I was. There was nothing but ecstasy and his body underneath, and inside of me. That is, until Eliath decided he was done watching.

  Warm fingers skimmed up my spine, from my tailbone to my shoulder blades, raising goosebumps along my sweat-covered skin. Then they slid around to my front and were joined by their counterparts as Eliath grabbed both my breasts from behind and lifted them up, tweaking the nipples a little harder than what I liked. When I groaned in protest, he bit down on the place my shoulder met my neck, digging his strong teeth into my skin in warning.

  I whimpered and went lax, my movements on Nicklaus’ hard length coming to a halt. Both his teeth and his fingers, which were now rolling my nipples and tugging on them, hurt, but it was the good kind of pain—the kind that made the pleasure of being filled to the brim with Nicklaus’ thick cock all the more pleasurable.

  Somewhere behind the fog of endorphins, I was surprised Nicklaus didn’t protest the interruption, but he just watched us, keeping his hands locked around my knees.

  “You have no idea how sexy you look, sliding up and down on his dick like that, Kitten,” Eliath whispered in my ear once my surrender was evident. His breath tickled my skin and raised more goosebumps down my neck. “Your little pussy having to stretch so wide every time you sit down, and the sounds it makes... I wonder if you’re wet enough for more?”

  I groaned unintelligibly and my pussy flexed greedily against Nicklaus’ hard cock at the thought of “more,” whatever he meant by that. When he released my breasts and pressed me down flat onto Nicklaus’ chest with a hand on my upper back, I followed willingly. Nicklaus released my knees and wrapped both his strong arms around me, pulling me as close as I could come. His cock remained hard and pulsing deep inside of me, and the new angle made it press up against my cervix. Normally, I would have flinched at that, but I was so wet and turned on it just felt good.

  Eliath grabbed my ass in both hands and spread my cheeks. I felt the bed dip behind me as he moved in closer, and had a moment of concern that he might want to do anal. I’d seen enough porn to know how most threesomes ended up, and I’d never seen the appeal in having a cock forced in there—especially not one of Eliath’s size.

  But rather than focus on my backside, Eliath slipped his fingers forward until they reached my already stuffed pussy. “So wet,” he murmured hoarsely. “You’re soaking, Kitten. I think you need some more cock in that pretty little snatch of yours.”

  “Yes. Please,” I groaned, more than a little relieved he wasn’t planning on doing anything crazy with my poor, human body. Last time they had shared me had been the best sex of my life, and I was very ready for my lovers to take turns again. I rolled my hips a littl
e against Nicklaus to display my eagerness to continue. “I need more, now.”

  “Your wish, my command,” Eliath said, and it wasn’t until then I caught on to the considerable wickedness in his lust-roughened voice. But before I could think more about it, he’d placed a hand on my hips so I couldn’t move my lower body, and with the other hand spread my already stretched outer labia wide enough to slip a finger up inside of me, next to Nicklaus’ cock.

  Nicklaus grunted, and I gasped in shock at the sudden extra tension. My pussy had only started to get accustomed to the size of superhuman cock very recently, and Eliath didn’t have slender fingers.

  Nicklaus raised an eyebrow at him above my shoulder, but he didn’t object to Eliath’s rather intimate proximity to his private parts. And when the villain forced another finger into my pussy, and I tried to rear up from the intense stretch, Nicklaus tightened his grip around me so I couldn’t get up, capturing my lips with his.

  I whimpered into his mouth, and he responded with scorching heat. He held me there, trapped by his kiss until my pussy managed to adjust to Eliath’s fingers.

  When I finally could relax against his torso, Nicklaus pulled his head back and breathed deeply with me. “Fuck, that’s so tight.”

  “Help me get her ready.” Eliath’s voice was dark and deep with pent-up desire. I felt him twist his fingers gently inside of me, and tensed up again at the pressure.

  “W-what are you do—oh!” I ended my question with a whimper, because Nicklaus started to move with Eliath’s twisting, thrusting gently up into me. He couldn’t have been moving more than an inch or two, but because I was forced open so wide, it felt like every single part of my pussy was being stimulated far beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.

  “Look at me, baby,” Nicklaus groaned underneath me. “Look into my eyes.”

  I obeyed, though it was hard to focus on him as long as they were both moving in alternating patterns, driving me crazy with stimulation I wasn’t sure I could handle.

  “We would never hurt you, you know that, right?” Nicklaus asked. His arms around my upper torso squeezed me gently as if to reassure my trembling form.

  “Yes,” I gasped. I knew that, even if they were both doing things to my body I wasn’t sure I could withstand. These men would never, ever harm me.

  “Good girl,” he whispered and captured my mouth for another kiss, lighter this time and much shorter. “Then relax for us, my love. Everything is all right. Relax and enjoy it. You know we got you.”

  I did know that. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes again, willing my body to follow his command.

  The sensations inside of me changed the moment I did. From being too much to bear it was suddenly just right, and my whimpers quickly became fueled by my need for more, rather than discomfort or fear.

  “Such a good girl,” Eliath growled from behind me as he kept up the gently twisting pattern against my quivering walls. “Fuck, you’re gushing, you’re so wet.”

  “Make me come,” I pleaded mindlessly. The tension inside of me was racking up my abdomen and setting every nerve ending in my body on fire. I needed release from the exquisite torture, or I feared I would burn alive from the smoldering heat they stoked deep inside of me. “Please, you have to make me come.”

  “Happy to,” Eliath said, but instead of reaching for my clit, he slipped both fingers out of my swollen pussy while Nicklaus stilled his gentle thrusts. But before I could voice my frantic disapproval, I felt Eliath’s hands slid up my back to my shoulders as the bed shifted with his weight.

  I whimpered impatiently and flexed my hips as much as I could with Nicklaus still lodged all the way inside, trying to tempt Eliath back to my weeping entrance.

  Soon, his hands returned to my ass, opening me up to his inspection again, and I groaned with relief. Then something blunt and wide and much, much bigger than a finger pressed up against my already full pussy, seeking entrance. His rock hard cock.

  My heart skipped a beat when I finally realized what he was trying to do. “No, no, you can’t, it won’t fit! Are you crazy?” I wailed in the beginning stages of panic. I tried to sit back up, but Nicklaus held me down with his unyielding grasp around my upper body.

  “Shh, relax, my love,” he said, his tone gentle even though his blue eyes were dark with lust. “Trust us. You’re safe, I promise. Relax and let it happen. It needs to happen.”

  I had absolutely no idea why “it needed to happen,” but I did trust them, and just being reminded of that calmed me down a little. I stared into Nicklaus’ eyes as he continued to talk soothingly at me, while Eliath pressed gently against my splayed lips. It felt like he was testing my body’s resistance rather than trying to force his way in, and between Nicklaus’ soft coaxing and Eliath’s gentle pressure, I finally relaxed fully.

  Eliath grunted when my body finally went lax, and I felt the tip of his finger slip in above Nicklaus’ cock like a wedge, but before I could tense a single muscle in response, his finger was replaced by something much thicker.

  I had never thought my body could open so wide. I cried out in shock of the brutal stretch when his fat mushroom head pressed in alongside Nicklaus, and then again when Eliath slowly slid the full length of his cock all the way up inside my defenseless pussy.

  “Fuck! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  I had no idea which of them swore at the sensation of being clenched together by my spasming pussy, and I was only faintly aware of Nicklaus going rigid beneath me as Eliath froze on top of me, his fingers digging into my hips as if in cramps, because all I could think of and all I could sense was the brutal stretch.

  It hurt.

  I was dimly aware that there was pain, from my savagely stretched opening and all the way up to where their blunt cock heads forced my inner most channel as wide as it would go, but it was as if my mind couldn’t quite comprehend it. As if the pain was drowned out by the flood of endorphins being pumped through my blood with every pulse of my frantically beating heart.

  My vision swam, leaving me blinded, and even the sounds of my lovers’ harsh gasps for air and growled curses as they themselves adjusted to the new sensations died down to a muted throbbing in tune to my pulse.

  Slowly, my body began to adjust, and as it did, I was bombarded with every sensory impression forced into me by the two thick cocks in my pussy.

  It was a strange mix of purely physical sensations, like the raw, feminine pleasure of being utterly filled to the brim, and the pain that seemed to mix with the ecstasy to a delicious, agonizing blend, but also emotions I hadn’t expected. There was a deep, primal satisfaction of being taken so completely, of giving over my body to two males, trust so overpowering it seemed to fill every cell in my body, and the knowledge that I was loved and cared for more deeply than I had ever thought possible. I wanted to scream, to laugh, to cry.

  When they began to move, I think I did all three.

  They were slow at first, and very gentle, but to my overstuffed pussy, it felt like I was being pummeled. They moved in alternating patterns, one sliding halfway out while the other pushed in deeper, tormenting my G-spot and every sensitive part of my tender tissue along with it. The first orgasm was near-instant.

  “Good girl,” Eliath groaned from behind me as I thrashed helplessly between them, speared on their double intrusion as I was. “Fuck, that’s—ugh!”

  I knew why he was moaning, and Nicklaus along with him, because my pussy was clamping down hard on both of them in a useless attempt to expel them from my depths while I rode through my orgasm. When my climax finally passed and I collapsed back down on Nicklaus’ chest, we were all panting for air.

  “Holy fuck, woman,” Nicklaus growled after a few moments of catching his breath. “Are you trying to kill us?”

  “Kill you?” I gasped, and moaned when my pussy flexed experimentally around them. I would have said something more, but the sensation that involuntary spasm sent through my system erased all words from my brain. Evidently, my
orgasm had allowed my pussy to adjust to the vast gape, letting me feel nothing but the most intense pleasure of my life.

  As if they read my body perfectly, both men began to move again at my prolonged moan, and this time, they weren’t nearly as gentle. They fucked me with long, full thrusts, never breaking their seesawing rhythm, and I went wild between them.

  I came, screaming like a banshee, but this time, they didn’t stop—only pounded me through my orgasm, prolonging it until my throat was hoarse and my pussy couldn’t contract any more, and then they fucked me harder and faster. I came again, and their cocks never stopped forcing their way up my trembling pussy, pumping me mercilessly over and over and over.

  Time stopped making sense, and I lost count of how many times I came for them, but by the end of it I was sobbing through every one. Every orgasm hurt, I was that oversensitive, and my muscles were like jelly from the violent contractions that wracked my body every few minutes. And yet it was the most exquisite form of torture, and I never wanted it to end.

  When it finally did, I was moments from passing out. My vision had gone black, and the roar of first Eliath and then Nicklaus were muted, but I felt the rush of their seed bathing my cervix in a warm flood. They both stilled, only gently rocking back and forth within me for a few moments, teasing my body to prolong the final tremors of my latest orgasm for a few excruciating seconds.

  Eliath collapsed down on top of me, his large form pressing me into Nicklaus’ chest. I moaned in a weak protest of his weight, and he shifted just enough that I could breathe unhindered again.

  “Well, that was… something else,” Nicklaus said after several minutes of complete silence, with the only sound in the loft being our ragged breathing.

  “Mmhm,” Eliath agreed, without as much as looking up from where his head was cradled against my neck. “You doing okay, Kitten?”

  “No,” I rasped. My throat was dry after all the screaming, and strands of hair stuck to my sweaty face and made my skin itch, but I was too boneless to do anything about it. “You killed me. I’m pretty sure you straight-up murdered me, and I’m actually dead right now.”