by Lana Hartley
He repeats the achingly slow strokes again and again.
Nicholas’s cock escapes my lips with a wet pop as Derek turns me lifts me up and holds me so that my back is against his stomach.
I feel his cock slide through my slick folds and I shiver at the erotic sensation. Biting my lips, I grip the sheets and try to catch my breath. I can’t, though, because Derek’s cock, soaking with my pussy’s juices, slides through my pussy and up to my ass. I feel him start to shove the head of his cock into my ass. I push out against him, squeezing my eyes shut. Nicholas grips my arms and he pulls them up, and my eyes open for a moment.
In that flash, I see Nicholas on the bed and pulling me towards him while Derek still grips me, too, and fucks my ass in deep, slow strokes.. He presses the head of his cock against my clit, giving it a quick smack, and I yelp. The sensation tingles through me and I suck in air, gripping the cock deep in my ass.
I breathe out and feel the head of Nicholas’s cock slide down and into my pussy. The sensation is so intense that I quake around them, leaning back against Derek’s back and sucking ragged breaths. The pleasure coursing through me threatens to pull me under at any moment, and I don’t dare fight it.
“Fuck, you two fill me up so much,” I moan, crying out. “I’m going to come!” I shout and as soon as I do, Nicholas grips my tits. The impact of his hands on me pushes me past the brink and I cry out. “Yes, yes!”
My pussy bursts with cum, my orgasm rippling through me and making me strangle the cocks inside of me, milking them for everything they have as they pump through me.
“Come for me. Fill me up with your cum,” I whimper out, begging them to give me every last drop of their arousal.
“Happy to oblige,” Derek laughs.
“Fuck yeah, Snow,” Nicholas groans.
My eyes slam shut with the sheer heat of the cocks inside of me. I can’t possibly come any harder, I think, but then I do. Oh, do I. Pleasure erupts in my brain, making my skull feel like fireworks are going off inside it. My whole body flows with molten lust and I can’t control the shaking, quaking feelings that course through me as my muscles contract. My mouth dries as I moan, my clit twitches and aches, and the sheer force of my orgasm almost shoving the cocks inside me right out.
Of course, Derek and Nicholas aren’t mere mortal men. Their cocks aren’t going to get pushed out of me unless they want to, and they have no intention of pulling out just yet. Their mouths are on my body and I moan as I feel their lips and tongues cascading over my skin, worshiping me. I don’t know how else to describe the quality of how they touch me. I feel their reverent caresses and I have a near mystical experience. Another orgasm ripples through my body and, then, when their cocks pull out of me, I moan twice.
First, I moan at the fullness of my pussy and ass getting fucked suddenly ending.
Then, I moan because they lay me down on the bed and they paint me with their cum. I thought they couldn’t possibly come anymore, not after how they stuffed me full and pumping hot loads into me, but of course there’s more. The Seven Freedom Fighters are the most alpha male, cum-filled, big cock having men I have ever met. They never cease to surprise me! I thought being a princess came with its fair share of perks, but the palace has nothing on these perfect weapons of revolution.
“Fuck, yes!” I cry out, rubbing my hands through all of their cum and scooping it up to lick it up.
They hold their cocks and stroke out their last drops and back away, literally just taking in the sight of me.
I can’t help it; I practically purr at their attention. I run my fingers through the cum and make a show of sucking off my fingers, savoring the taste of them mixed together on me.
Each stroking their still-hard cocks, they come back toward me. Derek brings his cock to me first and I scoot my ass across the bed a little bit so that he can get a deep suck. I know how to suck cock and I'm proud to show it off. "Let me take you so deep, Derek.”
"Snow, I don’t think I can ever fuck you enough.”
"Oh, you don’t know how much I agree,” I say with a wink.
Nicholas strokes the length of his cock against my slipper folds and I'm sticky all over here, mixing some cum that dribbles from his massive cock. "I think I want to see. I can’t get enough of you, either.” He groans. “I want in that perfect pussy, Snow, while you suck Derek’s cock.”
“Mmm,” I moan. I roll my head back and push my breasts out, and I want to reach out for them, but I also know that if if they want me, they need to claim me.
There’s a real thrill in two men that I care for deeply savagely taking over my body and showing me all the pleasure I desire; we all run on pure, lustful instinct and follow our animal urges to whatever feels good. We can be utterly hedonistic together and it is so damn satisfying.
“Suck my cock, Snow,” Derek says, pressing his cock at my lips. I open wide and take him in, applying perfect suction. “Fuck, so perfect, like only you can.” He groans and I know he’s right. I’m going to suck his cock so damn well, tasting the both of us him, that he’ll never be able to think about another woman’s holes ever again. The Seven Freedom Fighters are my men, really, at least that’s how I’ve come to see them, and I let the thought drift away for a moment at how that makes me feel.
Excited.
Exhilarated.
Freer and more satisfied than I ever have before.
But then Nicholas slides his cock into my pussy and I can’t think about anything but shucking myself on him and feeling every perfect inch of him fill me up.
I love feeling one man in my pussy and one man in my mouth. The back and forth of their thrusting in me makes me shiver with need, the rhythm of our animalistic lust so flawless that I’m dizzy with lust.
I moan against Derek’s cock, wanting to announce my impending orgasm that’s pulling me under, but it is too late and I can’t make a sound anyway. The lust that takes me over short circuits my body. Every nerve ending pulses with molten lust. I quake between them and they feel my muscles contract, feel me squeeze around them, and they fuck me even harder! Inhumanly fast, they pump into me, slamming into me in synchronicity until I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I don’t even remember my name for a second, and I nearly black out. The pleasure overtaking my body does more than make my toes curl and my pussy gush cum. I am consumed with raw need and it controls me.
That’s when both my men start to come. They don’t pull out; no, this time, they both start spraying hot jets of cum inside me. The warmth boils my blood and rockets me off back into space. I’m not in my body at this moment. I’m somewhere else, everywhere, I take a moment just to come back down. When I do, Derek and Nicholas are pulling out of me and I’m gasping for breath.
“God, that was incredible,” I say, rubbing my hands up and down my body.
“Keep doing that...” Nicholas says but trails off.
“Yeah, and we’ll have to fuck you again,” Derek finishes his words.
I stand up and giggle.
“Do you like seeing me covered in your cum after you’ve fucked me so thoroughly?” I ask, teasingly. “I think I need you to paint me cum white more often. I think this is a good look for me,” I tease, turning to the side. “I mean, I already have a good looking ass,” I say, scooping cum down and rubbing it over my ass cheeks. “But this is definitely an improvement, right?”
They are both just taking in the sight. I love it. Leaving two alpha males speechless is nearly its own reward.
Nearly.
When they both come to kiss me, sharing my neck, taking turns with my lips, well, that’s the real reward.
Malcolm
“Malcolm.”
“Malcolm?”
“Hey, man, wake the fuck up!” Derek finally raises his voice, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even realize they were all waiting on me.
Leaning back against my seat, I look around the table and grit my teeth. The seven of us have gather
ed in the conference room, and the atmosphere in the room is so heavy I can almost feel it pressing down on my shoulders.
After four weeks of hard work and planning, the time is finally right — we’re going to make a move. For a moment, when he felt Gladrell’s betrayal, I honestly thought that we were doomed. But then Snow pulled through, and with her help we managed to secure Stone’s support.
Snow did more than that, of course. During these past four weeks, she took an active role in the planning of operations. And, using her personal network, she secured a few more allies in the business industry. While we were once cash-strapped, even when we had Gladrell’s backing, now we have all the money we need to make this happen. Soon enough, the right person will be sitting on the throne.
Now, with all the seven together, it’s time I make the announcement.
“Okay, guys,” I start, pushing my seat back and placing both my hands on the table. The six of them are hanging on each and every one of my words and, even though there’s isn’t a leader among us, it’s my responsibility to tell them we’re moving forward. “As you all know, these past weeks we’ve been doing our best to restore democracy to St. Carlta. And to protect the Princess,” I add, and all six of them are unable to hide a smile.
It’s crazy if you think about it, but Snow stole all of ours hearts. There’s something irresistible about her, and it goes beyond simple beauty. Sure, there’s no doubt about it, she’s the most beautiful girl the realm has ever seen; but there’s a magnetism about her, one that draws everyone in. She was born to be a princess, and St. Carlta is lucky to have her sitting on the throne one day.
It wasn’t supposed to go down like this, though. Protecting a princess usually don’t involve sex, but her presence was so strong that it simply burnt away all constraints and taboos. It’s funny too — we’re seven proud guys, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine that a girl would create a rift between us. Instead, the opposite happened; with Snow on our side, we’ve never been so close.
Right now, the silence in the room is deafening. Each one of the six men around me are waiting for my words, and so I take a deep breath and continue.
“The people of St. Carlta are suffering, and everyday we allow Moira to remain on the throne...” Shaking my head, I remember the last intelligence briefs I read. Food shortages, power going out all the time, inflation...Moira doesn’t give a fuck about anyone living inside the borders of our kingdom, and I don’t even want to think about the thousands of people that’ll die because of her despotic rule. “If we don’t act fast, soon enough it’ll be too late to save our kingdom. We’ve been training for this, and all our pieces are now set up on the chessboard.”
“So, this is it, uh?” Tyler asks me, drumming his fingertips on the table. Despite his tense smile, there’s a glint in his eyes — just like the rest of us, he’s aching to let all the tension out. We prepared for this, we trained for this — now it’s time to actually go ahead and do it.
“This is it,” I nod, running my tongue between my lips. Once we go down this path, there’ll be no stopping it. And there’s a chance that some of us won’t return alive. But we all knew the risks when we signed up for this — no one ever stood up to a dictator and expected it to be easy. Sure, we’ll put all our lives at risk, but isn’t that what patriots do? And, more than patriots, men in love?“So, are we in agreement?” I ask them, even though I can read the answer in their faces.
“We are,” they all nod, murmuring their assent. Once heavy, the atmosphere in the room slowly starts to ease up.
“We’ve got the guns, our network of allies is in place...all we need to do is pull the lever and kick that bitch out of the palace,” Derek pitches in, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Just another day at the office.”
“Another day at the office,” I laugh, Derek’s way of putting it somehow making me relax. “Make whatever final preparations you have to. It’s time to make Moira sorry.”
“Fuckin’-A!” Derek cries out, slamming his fist down onto the table and standing up. All the others follow suit, jumping up to their feet. For a moment, we just look into each other’s face, appreciating the solemnity of the moment. This is the kind of meeting that changes the course of History, and we’re the main players.
“We gotta tell the Princess,” William remembers me, and I just nod at him.
“Do it,” I tell him and, with a smile, he turns on his heels and leaves the room. “Alright, guys, this is it. Let’s get the ball rolling.”
No turning back now. As they all start walking out of the conference room, I sit back down on my chair and close my eyes for a second, remembering everything that’s at stake. A whole country, millions of lives on the line...And a woman we’ve all grown to love. Yes, I’d lay my life down for this country — but I won’t lie to you. The reason we’re all doing this, is out of love for Snow.
We were seven once...but now we’re eight.
Snow
“God, I’m so tired...” I whisper to myself, rubbing my eyes. I’ve been pouring over hundreds of intelligence briefs, trying to find something that help us overthrow Moira, and my brain feels as if it’s about to melt.
Just look at me — a few months ago I was just a silly princess, more worried about Yoga and beauty pageants than anything else, and now here I am. Reading through a mountain of documents while millions of lives hang in the balance. My father always tried to prepare me for hardships, but this is something else...
Princess Snow, the Rebel. What a weird thought, isn’t it? But that’s the truth I’m living right now. And, even though I should be longing for my peaceful days at the palace, that hasn’t happened even once. I’m living right in the middle of the Lost Wood with seven rough men, and I’ve never been happier. More than that, I’ve finally found purpose in my life.
I’ll do everything in my power to protect the people of St. Carlta — my people. Even if that costs me my life. My seven protectors were hesitant about allowing me to be a part of the operations, but I stood my ground — I knew they needed me, and I was right about it.
Sure, coming in and out of the Lost Wood fortress is a risk — but if I hadn’t been doing it, we would have never secured the allies we needed to turn the rebellion into a force to be reckoned with. Moira might not know it yet, but if the plan we designed works...Well, let’s just say she won’t be sitting on my father’s throne for too long.
Ah, I can barely wait for the moment I’m face-to-face with her. Not content with usurping power, her short period a rule has showed everyone that she’s the biggest threat St. Carlta ever faced. Forget about war, recession, or what have you — a bad ruler is the quickest way to throw your country into the mud.
“Snow,” I hear someone say behind me, and I turn around on the chair to meet William. He has strolled inside my chambers, and there’s something different about the expression on his face.
A couple of seconds later, I hear a couple of heavy footsteps echoing throughout the corridor that leads to my chambers, and then Derek and Tyler step inside my bedroom. Just like William, there’s a certain tension showing in the lines on their faces — even Derek, who always seem to act so casual about everything, seems to have a tense smile.
Standing up, I turn to face them. They remain there, in complete silence, and then it hits me.
“Is this it?” I ask them, and suddenly my heart is racing. Anxiety is gripping me tight and, for the first time since I met them, I’m feeling truly afraid. Not for myself, but for them. This is the riskiest thing we’ll ever do in our lives, and knowing that I might lose one of them...God, I can’t stand that thought. After everything that happened between the eight of us, losing one of them would be like losing my own heart.
“Fucking right,” Derek nods, exhaling sharply. Even though he must be stressed because of the operation we’ve put together, I know he’s been aching for this. Like a wild beast, he doesn’t deal well with being caged in. He wants to go out and rips his enemies apart. And by G
od, that’s something I’ve learned from him — sure, I’m afraid, but I can’t wait to see Moira’s face the moment she realizes what we have in store for her.
“That’s right. It’s our turn to make some moves,” Tyler adds, taking one step toward me and placing both his hands on my shoulders. Looking me straight in the eyes, he offers me a grin. I try to focus on his eyes, but it’s hard to do when his delicious lips are so close to mine. “We’re ready, Snow. You’ll be back at the palace in no time. That’s a promise.”
“Maybe then I’ll be able to show you my room there” I laugh, looking back at Tyler. Then, allowing my gaze to wander across the room, I look at the rest of them. “And none of this would’ve been possible without you...I don’t even know how to thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank us, Snow,” William tells me softly, and I find my heart skipping a beat as I notice the rugged outline of his muscles hiding under the fabric of his shirt. Of course I need to thank them — and I know exactly how I can do that.
Smacking my lips together, I take a deep breath.
“Your jackets,” I start, moving past Tyler and standing in front of the three of them. “Take them off.”
“Wh—”
“Just take them off,” I repeat, gently chuckling. Looking around, they just shrug and start removing their jackets, piling them up on the chair where I was sitting. I run my tongue between my lips, watching the rope of muscles in their arms move as they take their jackets off, and I feel my pussy growing wet with each time my heart beats.
“Good,” I whisper, taking one step back and feeling the edge of the bed against the back of my knees. “I want to celebrate,” I continue, my voice quivering with excitement. Lowering my eyes, my heart almost explodes as I notice the bulging shape inside their pants. And all that because of me.
“Is that so?” Derek asks me, flashing me one of his cocky grins. “And how exactly do you want to celebrate?”
Fully knowing that none of us knows if we’ll be alive tomorrow, I feel a reply forming on my lips. We’re walking barefoot on the edge of a blade, and I don’t want to waste a single second of whatever time we still have together.