by Lia Nox
There! She threw her head back, her hair falling into a mass of wavy tangles as she ground against me, her folds seeping with juices.
I could have left it there if I’d wanted to, for us to both bask in the afterglow of foreplay, both of us having reached orgasm. But there was no fun in that, no fun at all. I rolled her pliant body off of me, making sure to handle her carefully enough so that she didn’t bang her head or hurt herself.
Delia landed on her back, her eyes wide with excitement as I climbed on top of her, her legs already open wide so that I could slide my body in between them. As my cock moved up between those legs, her moist folds leaked all over me, my member filling with even more increased blood flow.
I’d never been this hard before, and there had been plenty of times before this when I’d thought that exact same sentence. But then Delia would come along and coax that extra mile out of me.
She purred as she felt me, her hooded emitting raw sexual power as she looked down between her legs at my rock-hard dick. The way it was resting between the folds of her mound, the lips keeping me in position as I slide myself back and forwards; occasionally my head hit her raised nub and she gasped out in pleasure.
I deliberately did it a couple more times, just so I could feel her tense, her muscles strained as the arousal took over. There was something so arousing about seeing her come undone like that, though in truth she did the same to me. I could barely be around her without thinking about stripping her naked and just having my way with her.
As I continued to rub away at her pussy, my cock so teasingly close to slipping inside of her tight hole, Delia clawed at my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes.
“Take me.” Her voice was so primal, aggressive and urgent, like she was about to lose all sense of control unless I did as she asked - I was almost tempted to test her limits and not do it.
But as I looked down at my wet length, my precome oozing out of me, I realized I couldn’t hold off any longer.
My hand pushed my tip into her, her eyes smoldering with lust as she observed.
I was going to have her every way I could. I moved her legs from around my waist, edged out of her pussy ever so slightly but never leaving her warmth, and positioned her so that her legs were straight up in the air. The way she tightened even more around me in that position was beyond good, great even, it was excruciatingly delightful.
What made moving her around even more enjoyable, was how she reacted when I did it; Delia was a woman who had no issue taking charge, but when I threw her about like a doll, positioning her and pounding her, she thrived on the adrenaline.
At the angle she was at, her ass now slightly lifted off the ground as I held onto her legs and plowed away, the tip of my dick kept hitting this swollen spot on the roof of her walls.
Every time I brushed it or hit it, she groaned for me to go harder, her own thrusts becoming more crazed. I had no idea what it was I was doing or grazing, but if it was anything like the spot near the top of her slit, I imagined it must feel fantastic when stimulated.
And you could bet your ass that I was going to stimulate the hell out of it!
I grunted loudly as I slammed into her, her moans turning to gasps and then back again, my body slapping against her round behind so loudly there was no other sound to be heard.
She was mine, all mine, mine to do with what I wanted, when I wanted, and I was hers in the same way.
Delia could run along to Tarnan for some tender loving, and she could pout at Axar to take her ass as he was riding on the thrill of a successful hunt, but I was the one who would give her this.
I’d be quiet, barely speak, our bodies doing all the talking that was ever needed. I would grab her, grope her, throw her down, never utter a word, and then hold her as she fell asleep.
There was no jealousy in my thoughts, just a smug knowing that I could give her a lot of things that the others couldn’t, though they in turn, gave her what I lacked also.
In a funny sort of way, we made up one whole person to suit all of her needs, maybe that was why this worked so well…?
“Oh… my, God… Zuvo…!” Her head tilted back, tousled waves of hair scrunching up behind her head as she screamed out in fulfillment.
I could feel every movement her body was making, both inside and out: it was a feverish dance of gyrating hips, salty skin, slapping flesh, and hot, wet tightness.
She was the pure embodiment of beauty.
Delia
Holy Smokes!
I didn’t know if I could physically take much more, my body aching from such an extended period of lovemaking, both soft-hearted and lewd.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to keep going, quite the opposite, but more that my mind and its endless fantasies could stop itself from growing tired much easier than my body could.
And after the last fight, we all wanted, no needed, to reaffirm the bond between us, the connection that kept us alive, vital.
There was just one question:
Could I take more carnage, Zuvo, Axar, and Tarnan all wrecking my body as they screwed me?
Again, I wasn’t complaining, just I didn’t know if my pussy and ass could take more plowing without a little break in between.
But where was the fun in that?
I had to ask myself this as I peered up at Zuvo, the sweat on his brow, his liquid amber eyes mentally fucking me all over again.
There was no way I was going to say no to having more than my fill, not when such a stunning, strapping specimen of a man was inside of me. Nor when another two of them were close by, having watched me enjoy my time with Zuvo with a quiet appreciation of his skill and mine.
Nobody in their right mind would turn down this, even if they felt somewhat worn out.
Even though Zuvo had brought me to orgasm, he remained where he was, his muscle occasionally flexing inside of me, my pussy instantly responding by clenching around him.
It didn’t feel like we were ready to separate just yet, but nor did I feel like we were going to have sex again. He bent down lower, towards my face, so that he could plant a kiss on my forehead, right before he moved his kiss down to my awaiting lips; it was tender, romantic even.
Before I was able to take his lips further into mine however, Zuvo moved away from me, though there was a knowing smile on his face as he did so. At first, I hadn’t known what he’d meant by it, but when Axar took Zuvo’s place between my thighs, I understood within an instant.
As much as he desired to stay, he knew it wasn’t fair of him to hog all of my attention.
Axar, always known to be the most confident of the three, his body so assured in its looks, strength, and skill, actually seemed a little tentative as he began stroking me. He’d had me so many times, had been inside of me more than I could ever hope to keep count of, and yet he touched me as a new lover might. It was unexpectedly sweet.
I reached out a hand and ran my fingers under his chin and up to his cheek, his eyes gently closed as he savored my touch. His hand grasped mine, moving it so that he could kiss and lick my fingers, then up my extended arm, continuing from the armpit across and down to my nearest breast.
When he reached there, his licking turned to sucking and nibbling, my nipple turning a deeper pink. My arms engulfed him in a hug as I held him close to me, his mouth moving from one nipple to the other, my body squirming and moaning as I allowed passion to descend over me once more.
As Axar licked and teased, his aim to make sure both of my boobs got equal amounts of treatment, he used his hands to fold my thighs towards my body, his hands on the underside of me. I felt, and looked, like I’d be folded in half. Just knowing he’d got me into such a position, and how close his stirring member was to my tight holes,
I could barely contain my excitement. Which one would he claim as his first this time around - would it be my pussy or would he return back to my ass, greedy in his need to prove once and for all that it was his ass before it was anyone else’s?
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hat I hadn’t banked on was him taking both.
Folded so that my slit was full and open, he’d entered me effortlessly and without any restrictions; I’d more than adapted to his large form by now and was ready to tackle all of it again.
Axar, being the robust warrior that he was, never really started off slow. His speed was always fast, heart hammering in your chest, hard to catch your breath kind of pace; he could be gentle when he wanted to, but his style was definitely rough and ready. He had fucked me mercilessly before, and I was looking forward to him doing it again right now.
My breasts bounced and rocked about as we came crashing together, my lips finding it hard to stifle the lusty moans that kept wanting to escape. If I’d wanted to be quiet though, it wouldn’t have been a possibility.
Not with a beast like Axar.
He plunged into me, his strokes masterful even at such speed, and before too long I was straining my voice box as I came so hard that my surroundings almost disappeared. It felt like everything was just melting away from me, leaving just myself and Axar.
But before my orgasm had fully embedded away, Axar had curled me into myself a little bit further and had parted the cheeks of my ass. He spread me open in a whole other way and entered into me anew. This entry was a lot more bracing, as I always found anal to be, but it was a kind of stimulation that I craved.
Having just climaxed mere minutes ago, I doubted that I’d be able to withstand the swift and powerful strokes of his cock, especially in such a tight space; his cock felt big inside my pussy, but when he was in my ass, it felt like it had grown tenfold. Knowing that his thickness was what filled me right now had caused me to giggle in between whimpers of pleasure.
It was only when Axar dipped two of his fingers into my pussy that I cried out his name, the giggling now falling silent.
How he was able to keep such a rhythm going, and one that was so perfectly in sync with everything else, I’ll never know, but he managed to make it seem easy.
His cock and fingers worked in and out at the exact same moment, at the same speed, so that it almost felt like two men were fucking me instead of just one.
To say I was being spoilt would have been the understatement of a lifetime.
My mouth opened for that final, juddering moan of climax, but no sound came out as I jerked under and around him; my expression was intense, my eyes closed tight as I tried to focus on not passing out. Even though I couldn’t see anything, I felt sure that the lightness in my head was growing, and that if I was to open my eyes, the world would shimmer before me.
My heart pounded in both fear and exhilaration as I tried to work out how best to behave. Should I just let it happen or did I try to tell him that I thought I was losing consciousness?
Fortunately, I didn’t have to say anything at all because, although I was the giddiest I’d ever felt, a small element of me was able to stop the rest of me from unraveling.
Lying on the ground, aware that Axar had moved from inside of me, I could do little else than enjoy the sudden sensation of me flying; someone had scooped me up into their arms and was carrying me away. I squinted to look and noticed that it was Tarnan who had me.
I checked to see whereabouts the others were, and sure enough I found Axar and Zuvo not far behind us. Tarnan caught me looking and gave me the softest smile, his features so boy-next-door in their purity that I melted away into a puddle all over again, even in such a heady state.
I had no idea where he was taking me, and I hoped it wasn’t too far as I was completely naked, but I trusted that he’d keep me safe. Assured and contented, I closed my eyes for a while longer and swayed to the rocking motion of Tarnan carrying me.
It was only when I smelt salt on the air that I opened my eyes.
Before me was a sandy beach, golden white, stretched out for miles around, the pale blue water lapping at the shoreline like they had lapped at my body parts earlier.
I’d never had the chance to visit one, not in reality, I’d always found beach programs in VR to be soothing. Not only visually stunning to look at but also a means of finding your center when the world weighed you down.
Even though none of them could have known this, the fact that they’d thought to bring me here was gesture enough.
It didn’t matter what we did here, we could just sit and watch the clouds in the sky for all I cared and it would have still made me happy.
But I had a feeling they intended for me to experience more than the rich colors of the heavens I now looked upon.
Tarnan placed me down on the sand, the grains so soft that they almost didn’t feel real and started to nuzzle and canoodle with me; it was gentle, explorative, and reminded me of how we’d made love earlier.
He took me into his arms, looked at me and said but two simple words.
“For you.”
Axar
The look on Delia’s face as Tarnan held her, the two of them looking out to sea, was a as if time had stood still. It struck me that what I was seeing would stay with me forever, no matter what this world, and the next, threw at me. We hadn’t intended for the coast to be a gift to Delia, but now that we were here, it was clear that she’d accepted it as one.
For the time being, Zuvo and I left Tarnan to embrace her, the two of them rising in heat as love fell away to lust. We didn’t mind, we’d spent a lot of time with Delia today, it was Tarnan’s turn to enjoy himself.
But as Zuvo and I reserved ourselves to sitting and watching the stillness of the world go by, Tarnan called out for us to join them; Delia’s beaming grin said it all, she wanted that too. We went to them then, my natural instinct to come up behind her and pull her so that she was sitting on my lap, her ass wiggling against my crotch.
I stirred and she laughed - she was so devilish, it was beyond sexy. That insatiable appetite that drove her, be it the need to find her place in the world or the need to satisfy her sexuality, she was always looking to feed.
I could have stroked at her holes right there and then, before sliding into her, but I wanted to be able to look into her eyes as I did; I wanted to see every single eye movement as she raced towards climax.
The heaviness of her lids, the sultry, smoldering stares, the shock expression when I hit deeper than before - it was all an extra on top of being able to have her in the first place.
Why would I want to miss out on all of that?
I tapped her on the ass and motioned with my fingers that she needed to turn around. A knowing smile plucked at the corners of her lips as she followed my instruction.
When she was fully straddling me, I held her close and lay down onto my back. I stole a couple of kisses while I had her pressed against me, but then I’d lightly smacked her ass and told her to sit up; I wanted her to ride me, with her doing all the work.
I wanted to see her take control and teach me a few tricks along the way. For the first time in my life, I was game to be more submissive than dominant.
Delia slid down my shaft with graceful ease. Once I was fully inside, she leaned her body back and rocked herself in a circular motion, it was slow but hot as fuck. I licked my lips like a predator readying itself to eat its prey.
Normally I’d want to swallow my meal down as quickly as possible, but right now I wanted this to last, I wanted her to keep bucking and gyrating those hips, her bum kneading into me as her tight pussy worked my cock. I’m sure that Delia would have stayed leaned back, sliding up and down, until the very end. But Tarnan had straddled my legs right behind her and motioned for her to lay down on me while she kept mounting me.
Even when she was almost flat to my body, her breasts pinched against my pecs, she still could move with such skill.
Tarnan moved so that he was right behind her now, straddling just up from my knees. I looked at him and shot him smirk, an expression that he mirrored as he licked his hands and transferred the wetness to his dick. He then used some of that lubrication to finger at Delia’s behind, making sure she was nice and slippery for
him.
I used my hands to spread her ass wide, the two of us working as a team so that he could enter her smoothly; after having had all of us inside her holes multiple times, each entry was becoming naturally easy.
Now that both of us were inside of her, Tarnan slapped her ass for her to start riding us again - just like me, he wanted her to steer on this one. She jiggled and bobbed about as she gave it to us hard and fast, her speed surprisingly swift for someone taking so much girth and length all at the same time.
But then she’d slow it right now and just grind, her behind rubbing into Tarnan and her pussy taking me around in circles as she switched up the tempo. She didn’t need any direction in what she was doing, nor did she need asking when Zuvo came over and held his cock out for her to suck.
Delia gobbled him up, her mouth thrashing about as she bobbed her head back and forth. She was giving all of us such outstanding pleasure, and it all seemed like it came so easily to her, like she had been made for us and us for her.
The ecstasy we all felt as we moved as one was something I can’t even begin to describe, nor would I try to; poetry and romantic notions were Tarnan’s thing, not mine. But what I can say is that I released such a wave of tension as I came that my whole body felt like it was numb. I was completely empty and totally spent of my fluids, and it felt good.
Once we’d all embraced that feeling in our own ways, the others had backed up so that I could lift Delia, her body shiny with exertion, so that I could carry her to the water. When we got to the water’s edge, I lowered her so that her toes dipped into the cool, shimmering blue and looked on as she cooed with delight.
She was giddy like a child, innocence so pure that it was hard to believe that this was the same woman that had been racing along with us moments ago.