"We know, little one.” He stroked her cheek, his caress soft. “Your virgin hole will not suffer pain when we penetrate you."
She laughed nervously.
"Do you not desire this?” Makin stroked her shoulder. “Tell us now, and we will leave."
"Oh no, I do. Just a little nervous, that's all."
Anuis stretched out on his side on one of the couches that surrounded the pit. “Then let us sit, and watch. It might calm your nerves a little."
He helped Anya to lie in front of him, and Makin floated over the top, sitting so he was cuddled into her stomach, and so that his feet dangled into the round area. Anya measured the space in her mind. It was about twelve feet wide, and about five feet deep. She supposed that made it perfect if someone wanted to sit on the side and have someone from the pit perform oral sex on them.
She shivered and focused on the people. Anuis caressed her side and Makin her thigh and calf. She pushed ideas about this being wrong out of her mind. This was a fantasy, a pure indulgence that she was going to enjoy with no feelings of guilt.
The lovers seemed to mix together, hands and lips and body parts entwined where it was hard to distinguish who was who. Anya thought it was fun to watch, but she wasn't sure she would want to take part.
Just as the thought went through her mind she noticed Luca, standing very near them. A man stood behind her, his hands on her hips, thrusting into her. Luca sighed in pleasure, then lowered her head between the thighs of a woman sitting on the edge. The woman threw her head back and groaned in pleasure.
Anya watched, wishing she were as free, and as confident as Luca. Of course the woman was a Djinn. She had everything that she needed, and more.
"Not always,” Makin said.
"Stop that.” Anya batted at his hand and he laughed.
"Luca was a mortal, too, brought over by Paran."
"Did he bring you over, too?” She tore her gaze away from where Luca's female lover was now crying out in orgasm.
"No.” He didn't elaborate and Anya covered his hand with hers. “Did Luca?"
"No, she's younger than Anuis. My mother, so to speak, was a woman called Delphia. She lives quietly now in Paris, spreading pleasure where she can, and when she wants."
"While you still have to work?” Anya laughed to lighten the question.
"I don't have to,” Makin said. “I work because I want to, because I enjoy it."
"He works because he's a horny devil."
Anya turned toward Paran's voice. “Hello."
"I'm saddened that I had to come search for you. I would think that after weeks with these two, you would run for me. I'm so much more appealing."
Anya laughed and grabbed Makin's hand. He squeezed it in a reassuring manner.
"Anya's a little nervous about our outing."
"About me?” Paran gave her a shocked look. “But I'm so sweet, so lovable. How could you be nervous about me?"
Anuis snorted at the same time Makin said, “Bright stars above save her from his bad influence."
"What?” Anya turned her head to Makin, who laughed.
"Just kidding, sweet one."
Luca's moans drifted toward them and Anya turned her gaze toward them. The woman Luca had been pleasuring was now on her knees, performing the same service for Luca as the man continued to pound her from behind. Luca's hands were based on the side of the wall and the look of pleasure on her face made Anya gasp.
"Oh my."
"Do you like that?” Anuis’ voice was soft in her ear. “Would you like to play with Luca?"
"No.” Anya shook her head.
"Don't be ashamed of what you are feeling,” Makin replied. “She's a beautiful woman."
Luca cried out in release, then lifted the woman to her feet and kissed her deeply as the man behind her groaned out his own orgasm. Luca then turned and kissed him, and ducked away from the two as they kissed each other.
She glided toward them as Anya stared, her heart beating a mile a minute. When she reached them, she stroked Anya's thigh and smiled.
"All went well today?"
"Yes, thank you for your support."
Her laughter was very feminine. “It was my pleasure. I'd like more pleasure, with you, but I will bide my time."
Luca licked her lips and winked at Anya, then moaned in delight as a man cupped her breasts and pulled her back into the crowd of arms and legs and hands.
Would she ever be like that? Free of sexual restraints and willing to try new things that brought such obvious pleasure?
"Come, sweet pet.” Anuis held out his hand. She hadn't even notice that he and Makin had stood, that they were watching her intently. She gave him her hand and stood. Paran stood nearby, a wicked grin on his face.
"Shall we go and play? I've been more than patient today,"
"You act as if this is about you,” Makin said, shooting him an evil glare.
"I just know the pleasure I can bring her, and I'm anxious. It is my calling, after all."
"Don't forget you're just here for this one night,” Anuis said, stepping in front of Anya. “The sweet one is ours. Not yours."
Anya laughed. “You know, I kinda like that you're arguing over me, but stop it."
Paran's laugh was light. “I know my place, and won't interfere in your time with her. Unless she asks me to."
"He needs to remember which side he is on,” Makin whispered under his breath.
When he took off for the stairs, Anya fell into step with Makin and Anuis. “What does that mean? About being on sides?"
Anuis stopped and kissed her forehead. “Paran is a demon. Reformed, yes, but sometimes I think he forgets that, and tries to let his other side shine through."
They stared up the stairs and Anya stayed at the bottom, dumbfounded.
"Demon? He's a demon?” She stared at them, her mouth open. “I'm about to have sex with a demon?"
Makin came back down the stairs, taking her hand and lifting it to his lips. “He was a demon, about two hundred years ago. He's been a pleasure Djinn since then, and although I hate to admit it, his sexual prowess is remarkable. We would do nothing to put you in harm's way. You should know that by now."
Anuis had stopped on the stairs. He watched her with concerned eyes. “Anya? If you wish to stop, let us know."
She thought about it for a minute, and then shook her head. “No. I'm fine. It's just a little disconcerting."
"Then come,” Makin said. “Let us live out your fantasy, and bring us all great pleasure."
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Chapter Fourteen
They found Paran in a room that looked exactly like her living room had for the past few weeks. Except this one had a huge mattress in the middle of it. The mattress sat on the floor, and was surrounded with colorful pillows and low-slung tables. The tables were filled with food and drink.
Paran lay in the middle of the mattress, naked. Anya sucked in her breath as she stared at him. His body was clean of hair, just as her two Djinns’ were. He was stroking his long, hard cock.
Anya fastened her gaze on it, her eyes widening. A thick silver ring protruded from the tip of his shaft. She knew the piercing was called a Prince Albert, but she'd never seen one before. She wondered if the rings in all male piercings were so thick. Then she wondered what it would feel like sliding in and out of her pussy.
She stepped closer, moaning softly as she watched him. There was a line of piercings, five of them, along the underside of his shaft. Silver balls on either side attached to rods that ran under his skin.
He was beside her in seconds, leading her hand down. She grasped him and moaned again. The ridge was under his skin, and felt like balls.
"Is this, um...? Were you...?” She wasn't sure what to ask, or what it was.
"Piercings. They're not natural. And don't worry little one, my demon half will stay hidden. Jealous, but hidden.” His upturn on the word jealous made her laugh.
He stroked her hand up and dow
n his shaft and Anya looked down. Then he took her hand and led it behind his balls. There was a piercing there, too, in the soft area that ran down to his anus, two small rings.
Paran hissed in delight as she stroked it. He cupped her neck and kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth. Anya gasped and pulled back.
"Your tongue, too?"
"Pleasure spots, little one. Wait until that ball rubs on your clit. You will be happy with my piercings."
He waved his hands in front of her and Anya's clothes disappeared. Within seconds his mouth was on her breast, his teeth teasing her nipple. When he ran his tongue over and over it, and the ball ran over and over her, she shivered in delight. He moved to the other breast as his hand lowered to her mons.
She shifted her weight to allow him better access, spreading her legs and sighing with delight as his fingers probed her wetness. It took him very little time to find her clit, and he pulled and pinched until she came, screaming out in pleasure as the sweet torture continued.
When she was silent, he pulled back and pushed her onto the mattress.
"I want to be nice and sweet for you, to take my time, but what I want more than that is to fuck you, hard. Do you want me to fuck you?"
Anya's heart went crazy. She nodded, seemingly unable to form words that would let him know that yes, she wanted him to fuck her. He dove onto her, burying his lips against her neck and kissing her.
The rigid length of his cock rested along her slit, its weight pushing her lips apart. She gasped as he lifted her legs, wrapping them around him. He grasped her hands, resting them on the bed so that they framed her face. Then he probed for her opening, found it and pushed inside.
His cock rings and balls slid along the sensitive walls of her pussy and she gasped. He laughed deviously as he stilled his motions, then rammed into her, the balls raking across her flesh as he started to fuck her.
Anya came, screaming out in pleasure as Paran rode her, the ring slamming into her G-spot. When her orgasm had faded, he sat back on his knees, sliding her onto his thighs.
Anuis placed himself above her, his cock poised at her mouth as his mouth swallowed her clit. The twin sensations of fucking and sucking sent her over the edge again. Anuis pumped her mouth as Makin knelt down beside her, his voice intoxicatingly low in her ear.
"Fuck them. Suck them. So beautiful, does it feel good, sweet Anya?"
Anuis removed his cock from her mouth, sliding down the length of the bed and recapturing her clit. Makin mounted her, his cock appearing before her face. She sucked him in greedily as he took her hand and guided it to Anuis’ cock, still slick from her saliva.
He joined his hand with hers as they pumped Anuis’ cock together.
Anya's mind reeled at the sensations running through her body. She wasn't sure which one to concentrate on, what to do to bring pleasure to her three lovers. She wanted them to feel what she was feeling, to come as hard as she just had.
As if reading her thoughts, Anuis tightened his hold on her clit, his teeth raking against her sensitive flesh, each movement increasing the pressure she felt. It took little time for her to come again, but she moaned in displeasure as Paran withdrew his cock. Makin did the same and Anuis lifted his lips from her pussy, where he had been feasting.
Her body tingled and pulsed as the three of them stroked her arms, her legs, and her breasts.
"I love to hear a woman scream in pleasure,” Paran said. “I do believe she came more than once."
Makin laughed as she undulated beneath their touch.
"Roll over on your belly, sweet one. We'll do a little preparation, and then you need to rest, to prepare you for us again."
They rolled her over, their hands still caressing her. This time, though, their concentration was on her back, and her buttocks. They would squeeze her cheeks, spreading them apart to expose her anus.
With hands were full of cream, they continued to rub her down. A finger stroked her sensitive back entrance. She bucked against the new feeling and the finger pushed, parting her virgin area and delving in, the cream easing the entry.
Anya moaned in pleasure, then gasped as a second finger, someone else's finger, joined the first one. She'd barely adjusted to it when a third joined, and she realized that each of her lovers had a finger inside her, gently probing where no one had ever touched her before.
They moved in and out, varying movements that increased the pressure, and tripled her pleasure.
Just as she stared to adjust to it, they withdrew, and a small, metallic ball was placed at the opening. She tensed as it was pushed inside, and then, seconds later, a second ball was added. It pushed the first one further into her anus and she gasped.
"Shush, little one,” Anuis said. “The balls will open you up, will prepare you for Makin's cock."
They added a third ball, and then a fourth. They felt heavy inside her, and her muscles clenched them tightly. When a fifth one was pushed inside she groaned loudly.
"That's all,” Makin said, his hands on her lower back “Just rest. Relax and enjoy the pleasure their weight can provide."
Now their were hands on her hips, moving her up and down, sending the balls into each other and bringing pleasure Anya had never felt it before. They stroked her insides just as her lovers stroked her outsides.
She closed her eyes and floated. The reality of this fantasy far outweighed what she'd dreamed it would be like. Her hips lifted and someone's fingers found her clit, gently pulling on it as her hips moved faster and faster.
When her orgasm slammed into her, she felt as if her breath had left her body. She cried out, and at the same time the balls were pulled from her anus, sending her over the edge yet again. She collapsed into the mattress, begging for rest, begging for them, begging to be fucked.
She wasn't sure what she wanted. She didn't think she could take anymore. Her orgasms had been so hard, had rolled through her with such intensity that she wasn't sure she could stand another one
Her arms and legs felt like jelly, and yet the Djinn didn't stop. Their hands continued to probe her, to stroke and soothe her.
"Please, I...” She lifted her hips in invitation.
Anuis’ voice was soft as he asked, “Are you ready for us?"
She nodded, then licked her lips and whispered, “Yes, I'm ready,” even though she wasn't sure that she was. She was nervous. Very nervous. She trusted her Djinn, but taking three men at once was a fantasy that she'd never dreamed of fulfilling. It was one of those things a woman thought about, and fantasized about as she stroked her own clit, but never something she'd imagined actually doing.
Anuis’ hands were on her hips, lifting her to a standing position. He kissed her gently, and then lay down in the spot she'd just vacated. He held out his arms in invitation and she hesitated.
"Am I not too heavy for this? Maybe we should try another posit ... ouch!” She turned to Makin, her hand flying to the spot he'd just swatted.
"You were saying?” He tilted his head at her and she knelt on the mattress, straddling Anuis and centering her pussy above his cock. He stroked her thighs as she lowered herself, swallowing him slowly inside her wetness.
At his urging she started to rock, relaxing into the rhythm and relishing the feel of him buried deep within her. When the mattress dipped with Makin's weight, she stiffened a little, but Anuis caressed her thighs, and Paran gently stroked her hair.
Makin put his body flush against her backside, his hard cock sliding into the rise of her behind.
"Come to me, Anya,” Anuis said. “Come and give me those beautiful lips."
She bent and kissed him as Paran stroked her back. When Makin applied cream to her anus, she didn't flinch, remembering the glorious feel of the beads as they were removed from her. Their entrance, though, had been a different matter. It hadn't hurt, but she had been very nervous. She needed to calm down, to relax and enjoy this.
Anya knew her Djinn would not do this if it would not bring her pleasure. Anuis continu
ed to kiss her, his lips strong yet gentle against her own.
When Makin placed the tip of his cock at her rosy opening she tensed, until his mind brushed her own, stilling her with gentle words that made her sigh with pleasure.
"You will love this, little one. The fullness will be intense, and the pleasure will be beyond belief."
She nodded as his words raced through her mind. Following his silent directions, she pushed out with her anus when the head of his cock pushed for entrance. She felt very full and her lovers had been right. She felt no pain at Makin's entrance. No one moved except Paran, who stayed silent and rubbed her shoulders, his cock inches away from her mouth.
She snaked out her tongue and licked the tip of him as Makin pushed in further. This time there was no pain, only a powerful sense of being stuffed. Makin pressed in more and Anya groaned. He was right, it was wonderful beyond belief.
When he was fully inside her she whimpered in delight. They remained still for several minutes and then they started to move, sliding against each other in a rhythm that drove Anya crazy.
Just when she thought she'd grown used to the two of them inside her, Paran lifted her chin and offered her his cock. She took it greedily, sucking him in and out as Makin and Anuis thrust into her.
She toyed with the ring, and slid her tongue along the ring of piercings on his shaft. Paran clasped her hair tight, urging her to go faster. And she did, welcoming the roughness of his hands on her and the way he filled her mouth.
It was Anuis who came first. She felt his cock swell inside her and his murmured, “Stars above,” as he flooded her.
When Paran came, she accepted each drop he gave her, something she'd never done until she met these men. And then she collapsed onto Anuis chest, her body humming as Makin continued to pound into her, harder and harder.
When he came, it was as if a dam burst. She could feel the intensity of his orgasm wash over her, settling into her clit and making her come again.
"What's—oh...” The incredible feeling spread into her limbs, tingling down to her fingers and toes. Further surprise spread through her as she felt Anuis’ cock swell, and spill again.
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