Three Beasts: A Dark Fairytale MFMM Menage Romance

by Dark Angel

  Using only his mouth, he’s unleashing pleasure all over my body in such a way that I doubt most men would be able to compete… Even if they were to use their cocks. Oh, yeah, that’s right - if I had to choose between another man’s cock and his tongue, it’d be the easiest choice of my entire life. What can I say? You gotta give credit where credit is due.

  The only way all this could be better, it’d be if Jason and Alex were here with me as well. But there’s time for that.

  “Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat as he rests his forearm over my waist, pressing down on me with it and forcing me to sit still. Now in control of my body, he uses his tongue to jab at my insides, its tip exploding my pussy with a kind of eager curiosity. At the same time, his hands drops down to between my thighs; reaching for my clit with two fingers, he presses down on it, and I feel blue hot flames climbing up my spine as he does it.

  “Keep going,” I tell him, my throat suddenly growing dry as that familiar pressure starts building in the pit of my stomach. It feels like these hot and dry summer days, when the air feels so heavy that you just know a storm is coming; I’m like that right now, already anticipating a violent storm of ecstasy.

  “Keep --” I start to say once more, but the words die on their way up my throat. They’re replaced by a violent moan, pleasure turning into sound as I throw my head back and let it all out. I’m yanking on his hair hard, and I’m pushing against the floor with my heels - I simply can’t stand still right now, my blood boiling inside my veins.

  “FUCK!” I scream at the top of my lungs, every single nerve ending in my body shouting with me.

  “That was delicious,” he whispers suddenly, taking his mouth of my pussy and wiping it with the back of his hand. Completely mesmerized by the way my juices are dripping down his chin, I simply stare back at him as if I were seeing him for the first time in my life.

  “I’ll tell you what’s delicious,” I find myself saying, spreading my legs wide and pulling into me. My back slides down the wall, and I let myself go, only stopping when I’m laying down on the floor and he’s on top of me, my breasts pressed against his chest.

  “Oh, you don’t need to tell me anything,” he shoots back at me, grabbing his cock with one hand and angling it down so that its tip rests right between my drenched folds. “My cock already knows what’s delicious.”

  With that, Wade simply thrusts. There’s no build-up, and he doesn’t take his time with sliding his cock inside my pussy. No, he just thrusts, burying his long inches inside of me as if he were stabbing an enemy in the battlefield. As I feel his thickness pushing its way inside me like a tank, I open my mouth to moan, except, of course, that I don’t moan. Instead, I scream.

  “Yeah … scream as much as you want, babe… I love the way you sound when I’m fucking you like this,” he tells me, rocking his hips against mine with the sexiest violence I have ever experienced. There’s a raw intensity to the way he moves, and it unleashes something primal inside of me. He’s handling me like a woman should be handled, and that just makes me want wrap my arms and legs around him and never let go.

  I want to trap him, I want to cage him; I want his body on mine 24/7, even if that means certain death. Swear to God, if I could choose the way I’ll have to sign off in life, there’s no doubt in my mind about what that choice would look like. Do you think I’m being crass or overly dramatic? Those are fair criticisms, but they’re not quite right… Just try having a man fuck you like I’m being fucked right now and you’ll get it.

  Sure, I’m all for the empowerment of women… But, Jesus, there’s nothing like a guy that handles you in such a way that you can’t help but feel like a little girl again, one that only feels safe with these big arms wrapped around her.

  “You’re so… good,” I moan, nibbling at his hair and pulling his earlobe with my teeth. I do it so hard that I might rip it off his head, but he doesn’t seem to care; he just pistons into me harder, his cock acting like the most powerful ram on Earth. He’s slamming into me so hard and fast that the sound of his balls hitting me fills the whole room and, even though it might be a strange thing to say, I love that sound. There’s something wild and animalistic about it, and it makes me feel dirty. The good kind of dirty, mind you.

  “Harder. I want it harder,” I find myself saying, and he doesn’t hesitate. Slamming his cock into me twice as fast as before, he ravages me so hard that I have no idea if I’ll be able to stand up when he’s done. Maybe I’ll have to be dragged out of here in a stretcher. Oh, well, it’s for a good cause anyway.

  “HARDER!” I scream at the top of my lungs, dragging my fingernails across his shoulder blade as a thunderstorm rages inside my head. Even though I’m insisting for him to go harder, he’s already going as fast as is humanly possible, and that’s for the best, really. If he went any harder, he’d probably just tear me apart.

  “Fuuu --” I moan, but the intensity of the orgasm that takes over me is so much that I fall silent. My muscles start to twitch again, but then I go limp, almost like a puppet that just had his strings cut. I lay there, with my back pressed against the wall, as he slows down his rhythm.

  “Still breathing?” He chuckles, caressing my face with the back of his hand as he slides his cock out of me.

  “Barely,” I respond, somehow managing to crack a smile. “But I’m not done yet…” I whisper, the words coming out of my mouth so softly it almost seems like I’m telling him a secret. His eyebrows jump into an arch, and I can tell that he’s surprised with my resilience. That’s normal, I think - what kind of woman can endure a punishment like this and still beg for more? A special kind of woman, that’s for sure. And if it sounds like I’m bragging… Well, maybe I am.

  “Are you sure? You seem pretty spent,” he tells me, but the grin on his face warns me that he already knows the answer to his own question.

  “What if I’m spent? I still want more,” I purr, taking my hands to his chest and pushing him back. The moment there’s space between the two of us, I move fast and turn around, going on all fours. I wiggle my ass back at him, like an invitation, and a fraction of a second later I feel his big hands resting on my hips.

  “Well… Just try not to pass out, will ya?” He laughs again, grabbing his cock with one hand and pressing its large tip against my drenched folds. I grit my teeth as I prepare for his thrust but, changing gears, he simply slides one inch inside my pussy. The rest of his shaft follow shortly after, but at such a slow rhythm that it seems like my mind is on a slow boil.

  “All the way… I want you to go all the way,” I say, looking back at him over my shoulder. “I want you to give me all you got, and I don’t want you to stop…” I continue, the glint in his eyes making my heart tighten up. It’s done, I’ve said it, and now he’s going through with it. I’m going to moan and I’m going to scream, and none of that will make him slow down.

  “You said it,” he simply whispers, his fingers digging into my flesh. Then, he starts rocking his hips, slamming them against my ass cheeks with a kind of brutish sway. The sound of flesh-on-flesh fills the whole room, like some kind of depraved symphony, and I close my eyes and simply surrender to the moment.

  Gritting my teeth, I feel his sliding in and out of my pussy at an ever-growing pace, each thrust of his making the temperature of my body rise. I’m sweating now, locks of hair plastered to my forehead, and I feel as if I’m running a fever, a deliciously wicked fever.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I hear him say as he keeps on fucking me, his hands on my hips the only thing preventing me from tumbling forward. “I could fuck you like this for hours… every day… of every week…” he continues to say between breaths, his words punctuating each of his thrusts.

  I let his words wrap themselves around my brain tightly, and I can’t help but imagine how it’d feel to have him every single day for the rest of my life. How would it feel to wake up next to him? To feel his warm body pressed against mine first thing in the morning? Ah, we’d fuck in the
morning, at lunch, in the afternoon, at night… We’d fuck every waking hour of the day, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we ended up fucking in our sleep.

  When I question myself about him, Jason, and Alex, I always fall short of a definitive answer. It’s not a specific element or trait—instead, it’s a combination. Each one of them might be perfect, but it’s the whole cake that does it for me.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, my thoughts dancing with the sensations running through my body, a cocktail of fantasy and lust making my mind swim. “D-don’t stop,” I tell him, a begging tone in my words. I don’t really need to tell him that, but it just feels right to say it out loud, you know? To make him understand that I want and need him not to stop.

  “I’m gonna -- oh fuck!” I explode, gritting my teeth so hard that my skull seems to rattle. This time, there’s no thunder travelling up my spine, or an electric feeling spreading under my skin - no, it’s none of that. Instead, all of me seems to explode from the inside out, as if my whole body suddenly went radioactive. My eyes are closed right now but, if I opened them up, I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw my naked body glowing, a redness pulsing under my skin as he keeps on thrusting.

  Hissing through my gritted teeth, I let madness take the steering wheel and, instead of simply surrendering to the orgasm raging inside of me, I start thrusting my hips back against him. Even though I can barely think straight, I impale myself on his cock over and over again, and that just amplifies the extreme ecstasy I’m feeling right now. Between you and me, I have no idea about how I still am conscious.

  “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I shout at the top of my lungs, a second orgasm riding the previous one. I’m cumming so hard that I can’t even describe what I’m feeling. My soul has left my body, and it’s as if I’m watching everything happen to someone else. Seriously, the pleasure is so intense that I simply had to detach myself from my own consciousness.

  “All… the… way…” I say between breaths, somehow finding the necessary strength to thrust back with my hips one last time. I spend my last reserves of energy on that simply movement but, luckily, he has already taken charge. Holding me on all fours, his hands tightly locked on my hips, he starts fucking me so fast that I can’t even tell when his cock is sliding in or sliding out. All I know is that my insides are on fire.

  “Fuck,” he groans, his word nothing but a whisper, and then his cock throbs against my inner walls. He stops moving altogether and, a fraction of a second later, I feel his warm seed gushing into me. He remains knelt behind me for a long while, his cock pulsing hard as it unleashes a raging river of cum inside my pussy. With my insides brimming with semen, I then feel it drip out of my pussy, thick and gooey beads of it falling on the floor.

  “Ahh,” I pant as he slides his cock out of me, moving fast and without warning.

  “Don’t move,” he tells me, and there’s something in the way he says it that sooths me. And so, I’m not sure exactly how, I manage to remain on all-fours even though my body has been stripped off all its energies.

  “What are you --?” I start to ask, looking back at him over my shoulder. He doesn’t need to offer me a reply; what I see is enough of a reply. With both his hands on my ass cheeks, he bends over and, opening his mouth, takes it straight to my pussy.

  “Ah,” I gasp as I feel his full lips sucking on my folds. He takes his time down there, using both his lips and tongue to lick me dry; and still, no matter how much time he spends there, I keep on feeling cum trickling out of my pussy. I’m not sure of much cum he holds inside his balls, but it’s an ungodly amount.

  “I must be fucking crazy,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, as he pulls back from my pussy and sits down on the floor.

  “If you’re crazy,” I say out loud, turning around fast so that I’m facing him, “then so am I.” With that, I hold his chin with two fingers, forcing him to look into my eyes. His lips are glistening from a blend of my juices and his own cum, and I simply can’t resist it - I lean into him and crush my mouth against his, savoring that sinful cocktail with all that I have.

  Ah, life’s good.

  Chapter 34

  Alex

  Jason and I ride to the motel after picking up the wreckage from the fight. It was a lot of blood and a lot of suffering…but ultimately our side won out. The battle wasn’t pretty (is it ever?), and I know Wade was wounded; I'm anxious to see how he's doing.

  We pull up and I see his bike there, so that's a good sign. At least he made it here. In his state, I wasn't so sure he would. He took a pretty bad hit to the shoulder so I'm quite surprised that he was even able to stabilize his bike. Seeing it here, parked at the little motel on the outskirts of town is a very good sign.

  As we pull up, our headlights shine into the window of Zeva's room. They could probably hear us coming a mile away. We walk to the door and she opens it before I can even knock.

  She's been waiting for us.

  "You guys made it! Everyone's alive, thank God."

  I scoop her up in my arms and deliver her a million kisses. She smells fresh and of perfume. She always smells so good and there's no scent that matches her own. Zeva, my girl. Our girl.

  "We made it," Jason wraps his war-torn body around her in a hug and she melts. Finally, we’re together—the four of us. I'm just so thankful to be away from the carnage, the smell of bullets hanging in the air. This is what hardens a biker, seeing men just perish. I'll never get used to that, and though I wish I was jaded, by now I'm not.

  "We're happy to be here. How's the patient?" I peek around her shoulder and I see Wade bandaged and obviously happy. They must have fucked. Whatever. He deserves it after taking a wound like that.

  "I'd get up boys, but I can't."

  He's stretched out on the bed and I wish I could be too. I'm bone tired. We gave it our all and it worked. Hopefully, now things can be peaceful.

  "I need a drink badly," Jason steps toward the Blue Label whiskey and pours himself a hefty drink.

  "I need one as well." He hands it to me and pours another, and one for Zeva, and one for Wade.

  "Here you go, man. It will take some of the pain away."

  We don't cheer. There's nothing to celebrate, really. Instead, the stench of death hangs over us. We drink to numb the pain and that's about it.

  "Well," I say. "At least we're safe."

  "Guys," Zeva pleads, allowing her gaze to linger on us. "Can't you just be done with this lifestyle? Please, do it for me. I can't do this anymore. I mean…I had to stitch up Wade's bloody shoulder for God's sake. How can you even consider staying in this life?"

  "Come here," I pull her toward me and her body is positively shaking. "Shh, it's okay. We're all in one piece. It's really okay."

  She pushes me back, "No! You don't fucking understand. I thought I would lose one of you for sure. How could you put me in that position and expect me to stay and to go through it again and again?"

  She's crying and screaming and there's nothing any of us can do to fix it. Unless, of course, we abandon The Order. But we can't do that anytime soon. When you pledge, you pledge for life. That's the only way to join. I can't break my honor, even for her, the diamond of my life.

  Jason speaks up for all of us, "Baby, you don't understand. We can't leave...ever. You know the rules. Your father abided by them and so do we."

  "And just look at where he is!" She's crying so hard. "He's fucking dead and for what?"

  We are all silent. We get where she's coming from. But she refuses to see the reason from our side.

  I try to go to her but she pushes me away. She doesn't want comfort from any of us. She wants us to say that we'll leave the club. She wants us to give up our life and essentially our family, our brotherhood.

  "Zeva, we can't do that. You know this life. You know there's no getting out of it. Please be reasonable," I hope she can see my point.

  "No, there's no reasoning about it. You go out there and you murder people and you put your lives on the line for some stu
pid club. And you expect me to love you knowing that any day I might lose you? Hell no! I am so out of here."

  She's packing her stuff in a furious, sad kind of rage.

  I don't blame her.

  I know how tough this can be on her. I mean, just imagine how it must be. It's how I felt at the thought of her getting raped, or when The Legion attacked her house. I felt the wind being knocked out of me. She must feel the same. We hang our heads sadly. Jason tries to stop her but she pushes past him.

  Just like that, she's gone.

  Chapter 35

  Zeva

  I'm at the farmhouse and back in my own surroundings.

  It may not be the nicest place on earth, but it's the only home I've ever known, and everything here reminds me of my dad. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, since I miss him so much.

  I'm at the sink, cleaning dishes and trying to distract myself.

  I walked out on them. I just walked out. I don't know what I was thinking but it seemed like the only option at the time. How could I stay? How could they be so selfish as to want me to stay? I'm sad inside, and I feel morose. Life is looking pretty lonely from this vantage point.

  When I had Wade sleeping there, recovering from his wounds, there was a moment when I felt that things could turn out alright. There was a glimmer of hope.

  But then, when Jason and Alex returned and I saw the three of them together...oh God, then I realized that they’ll never leave The Order behind. They place their brotherhood above everything else.

  I decide there's only one person to call, Tammi. I miss her and I need a mother figure right now to tell me what to do.

  I call the number she gave me, her sister's house.

  "Tammi? Hey, it's me Zeva. I miss you."

  "Oh darlin’, are you all right? I heard some of what's been goin’ on down there. You okay?"

  "I'm fine," my voice is shaky and I start to cry. She's a safe person to cry with. She won't judge me and I can just release.