by Lia Nox
“Tarnan, I think I—”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence.
One final thrust and her pussy became as tight as a vice around my cock, her inner walls taken over by tiny spasms. I held her tight as she came, allowing her to moan against my lips, and then I leaned down and wrapped my lips against her nipple, sucking gently.
We tumbled down to the floor, my cock never leaving her pussy, and she exhaled sharply as a bright smile took over her lips.
“This was amazing,” she said. “And just like I said...we’re only getting started.”
“That’s right. We’re just getting started.”
Delia
Tarnan was such a wonderfully skilled lover. So tentative, thoughtful, rough and hard if need be. But at the heart of it he was always so gentle. As I lay with him, both of us panting like dogs as we just enjoyed the company of one another’s body, I couldn’t help but look him over.
His body was the softest of the three; he was still extremely toned and defined, but the edges didn’t feel as hard somehow. It was one of the main reasons he stood out from Zuvo and Axar so much (that and his personality). It was one of the reasons I so enjoyed making love with him.
Not that he always kept it sweet. Sometimes he was a beast just as his comrades were, but there was always this innocence about it; it was hard to explain, but whatever he had going on, he made it work. I shot him a smile as we lay side by side.
He reached out a hand and ran a finger along the curve of my chin, the sensation heightened tenfold after my orgasm. It felt as if he was sending a shockwave throughout my body, charging me and bringing me to life once more. I immediately wanted to climb on top again and lower myself onto him.
“Beautiful,” He purred, his tone so soft and quiet. “Delia, beautiful.” It made me smile when he called me beautiful for the second time, his words so full of sincerity that it made me want to hold him close. I wanted to remain in this quiet contentment as we lay in each others’ arms.
I flitted between wanting to make love and fuck a lot with Tarnan, probably more than I did with the others - it was his power over me.
Neither of us said a word after that, with both of us instead choosing to let our bodies and yearning do all the communicating that was needed. As much as I wanted Tarnan some more, I also craved a change of pace. I looked to see where Zuvo and Axar were and noticed that both of them were stood, transfixed, awaiting their turn. I wanted to laugh. They didn’t need to wait to have me. The temptation was to invite them both over, so that all three of them could devour me together, but at the same time, I wanted a more enclosed and intimate connection. But with whom…?
Suddenly, Tarnan placed a hand on my shoulder, a curious expression on his features: he looked excited, a little nervous, but ultimately determined. He raised his hands to my eyes and stroked down, signifying that I should close my eyes. I didn’t need to admit to him that it felt weird to do so given everything that was going on, but a voice inside my head told me to go with it.
These men knew how to pleasure me, and they’d never harm me, so I was obviously safe to take the plunge. As I closed my eyes, my vision became black. The only way I could feel the situation was by listening to the rustling of footsteps and bodies as all three of them moved around me.
I knew, or assumed, that Tarnan had remained in the same place, but that still didn’t make it any easier for me to pinpoint whose hand was now pinching my nipples. The sensation was light, so light that it was hard to tell who was doing it; it was a game of guess who.
My senses came alive with a whole new level of feverish excitement as I waited for the next caress. When it came, I now had three sets of hands moving across my skin, fingertips stroking, rubbing, pinching, and tweaking every sensitive part of my anatomy. Each new touch sent me into a breathy spiral of quiet moans.
My pitch only increased when I felt all three hands move to my pussy. As one of them spread my lips, the air tickling me as it met with my wet skin, the other two slipped a finger each inside of me. Then, more to my surprise - and elation - a third finger entered me.
I’d felt their fingers inside of me multiple times before, but they’d never fingered me at the same time, nor with me essentially blindfolded. In truth, it would have only taken a quick peek and I’d have known who was sat where and which finger was stroking what part of me, but I didn’t want to.
I didn’t need to.
The thrill of not knowing, of being unable to see and only able to act on raw impulse and passion, was far greater than having a visual of who was where.
When a single tongue flicked at my clit, I whimpered for more. But when another two muscles tongued at me, I cried out, my moans so unbelievably loud. Maybe it was the different sensation of their tongues, maybe it was the force of unseen pleasure.
Hell, maybe it was both of those reasons and even more! If I was honest, I didn’t care about the reasons why it felt good, I just knew that I never wanted them to stop.
“Faster.” I urged them, my hips swiveling about as I attempted to signal my intense need. They understood implicitly.
All three fingers moved as one.
Their speed was intensifying with each thrust, my pussy so wet that I could feel and hear my juices pouring out of me. Adding their wet tongues into the mix just increased the crescendo further; it was a waterfall of bodily fluids down there. Just that image alone was hot enough to make me come.
My walls started to spasm, the thickness of their combined fingers helping to make the constrictions fiercer. I was hurtling towards the end, riding wave after wave, my body thrusting and shaking as they carried on fucking me, their speed relentless.
One final rub of my g-spot and I squirted. A gushing of fluid rushed from between my slit, causing me to scream out in pure rapture as my body moved of its own free will; I had no control over myself. I’d come like this before with them, but that never made me fully ready to orgasm so vigorously. It left me shocked to my very core every goddamn time. It was beyond incredible.
My body felt so pushed to its limits and then thrown past them, that I was still quivering through my orgasm as they continued to lap at me. A vision of them drinking up every last drop of me had me scratching my nails against the ground, the dirt raked up as I could do little else but cling on until my body had nothing left to give.
It felt like I was held in that stasis of euphoria for hours.
I knew, in fact, that only minutes had passed. But that feeling of it never ending still shook me as I succumbed to my curiosity and opened my eyes. All three of them, their tongues mid lick, looked me dead in the eyes, their expression one of zealous hunger. Without even thinking, I signaled for Tarnan to come back into my arms; I wanted his body pressed against me again, only this time with him on top. The others moved away as Tarnan slid up my body. My thighs opened without so much as a thought, my hands already gripping his tight ass and jostling for him to enter me. I wanted it hard and fast.
Tarnan shoved all of himself inside me within a single breath, my eyes slamming shut as I bit down hard on my lip. My eyes snapped open as I pulled his head close to mine, our noses bumping together as we thrashed about.
This tempo wouldn’t be everyone’s idea of sensual, but it was mine - it was good, hard, loving.
So frantic that it felt like your heart would stop unless you kept fulfilling that one need. And that need was to have Tarnan so deep inside of me that we blended into one whole being.
We rutted and grunted, cried out and moaned, me calling his name so many times over that the word started to breakdown into broken letters as I struggled to focus.
My mind was totally numb to nothing else but the merciless vigor of his cock.
Tarnan quickly slammed his lips against mine. It was an aggressive kiss, but one that still held much meaning. As his tongue probed for mine, I felt him come inside me, his heat mixing with my own. That feeling had me climaxing not long afterwards. No matter how many times my body had res
ponded like this, the sensation of orgasm always felt so special and new, as if I’d never experienced one before. It was like that very first time of ever having one all over again, with this climax no exception to that rule.
“Yes… yeeesss… YES!” I called out so that the whole world could hear. I didn’t care how loudly I was screaming for Tarnan, how strained my throat felt, or that I couldn’t swallow down enough air.
I knew that it was a huge risk to be so vocal, but with how I was feeling right now, the whole planet would attack: this moment was for me. And it felt so so good.
All I could do was allow the spirit of the moment to claim me as its latest victim.
If being a victim was to take on this new meaning when in this world, with them, I would gladly be one every hour of the day.
Zuvo
I pulsated with longing as I watched her, my vision gliding over her body as she lay there waiting for me. A fine layer of sweat clung to her skin, further enhancing the outline of her full breasts, the muscles of her stomach, and the delicate shape of her hips; she looked good enough to eat. And I knew, without any doubts, that I was going to consume her.
When she’d performed her little “show” for us, I’d wanted to reach out and trace her body with my fingers. Her peeling off each item of clothing one by one, exposing more of her glorious form as she wiggled in front of us, had been maddening - I’d felt like a wolf baying at the moon.
I’d been hungry, somewhat frantic, and desperate for more of her. She’d always been this sensual being, but it was the contentment she’d started to feel that had allowed her to embrace more of herself…
I’d waited though. I’d been patient, allowing Tarnan to go to her first, for her to have who she wanted, when she wanted. Not only did I relish the building tension, that momentum as I waited to take her for myself, but I adored watching her writhe under another’s touch. Being able to command her body was a thrill I wanted more of, but I also savored watching Tarnan and Axar succumb her as well.
One of her slender fingers curled in the air, pointed my way, her entire body beckoning for me to come to her. I moved instantly, without hesitation, my bulging cock hindering my movements slightly as I walked towards her; Delia’s eyes glowed with devilry as she eyed my growing hardness.
That look caused me to shiver, my flesh prickling with anticipation as I lowered myself down beside her, my lips already upon her skin. I breathed her in deeply, taking in the musk of her skin, the scent of her pussy, and the aroma of sex hanging in the air. I gave out a low growl between my kisses, the animal in me wanting to burst forth.
Tarnan and Axar were still with us, stroking her hair, caressing her legs, and just worshipping her in an aftersex glow while my lips found her nipples. My mouth opened to take one in, my tongue swirling around it before I lightly sucked. Delia let out a quivering breath.
My eyes glanced her way to see her wicked smirk looking back at me, her lips moist from her saliva. I was about to move across to her other breast when she’d raised her hand and pushed my hand downwards - she’d wanted me to head lower.
A deep, husky moan escaped me again as I trailed my tongue down her navel and to the top of her mound; she sucked in air and held it, waiting for me to taste her.
But I remained still, my hot breath tickling her skin, her body tense and desperate for my tongue to run along her slit, to allow more of her juices to seep out. I wanted that too, but I wanted her to command me to - I wanted her direction.
“Zuvo,” She murmured, her voice silky and soft. “Please.” It wasn’t a plea, it was an order. I grinned as I lowered my head further, tonguing at the vulnerable flesh either side of her pussy, her body already reacting by lightly grinding against me. I heard her go to speak once more, but before she could even form words, my probing muscle licked deeply between her lips, hitting her swollen clit then all the way down to her opening. I flicked my tongue inside there, the sudden and quick penetration causing Delia to moan.
Her flavor invaded my senses and I was hooked once more.
I pushed into her now, my licks quicker and more intense, making sure to have her quaking against me and the floor as she writhed around for more. This moment was to be tender, but I couldn’t deny my need for her, nor hers for me - our carnal sides weren’t going to stay quiet. My hands groped at her ass, holding and lifting her up into my face more, my head now buried between her thighs. Delia whispered my name as she groaned, her hips naturally bucking up into me as she matched my speed.
Not satisfied with just one part of my body touching hers, I moved one of my hands so that I could slid two fingers inside of her. My tips found the sensitive spot on her walls and begun to knead; she loudly gasped then giggled, her satisfaction dripping from every pore.
Moving my fingers to the rhythm of my tongue, I extended one of my other digits so that I could rub her other hole. Her muscles relaxed the moment I touched her there, her exit begging for me to enter. I removed my fingers and stroked them from her pussy to her ass, her juices leaving gorgeous wet lines. Moistening her ring of muscles, I massaged more. Returning my two fingers, I now used my third finger to push inside as well, her exit welcoming me as it tightened around my finger.
The noise Delia made was wonderful: it was deep and earthy, completely natural as she adjusted to me filling her from both angles. As I lapped at her while twisting and vibrating my fingers, her hands raked at me as she tried to pull me closer.
“More.” Was all I heard between her cries of pleasure, the volume she was reaching able to drown out everything save for the quick beating in my chest. Delia didn’t have to tell me again; I moved my hands so that I could roll her onto her front, her ass so round and proud as she stuck it up in the air. My hands stroked and rubbed her flesh, appreciating the way it curved perfectly to the palm of my hands, her cheeks fitting my hand width as if she’d been made for me.
Parting her thighs to allow me to rest in between them, our skin grazing with every movement, I stroked my cock between her folds, her slickness coating my shaft. I then moved so that I could inch towards her, my throbbing head slowly pushing between her cheeks and into her.
When we’d done this before, there had been a more visceral energy to it - we’d been aching for one another, unable to hold back. It had been hard, rough, and completely limitless. This time was different however. I eased into her steadily, filling her in a way that she could feel every single flex of me. Once I was fully inside, her cavern so tight I struggled not to lose control, I moved myself out before thrusting back into her warmth.
Leaning into her body, mine sandwiched on top of hers, I rested my head beside her left ear. I started to take faster strokes, though always mindful to keep that tender pace I wanted this moment to have.
I nuzzled her ear, her head turning so that she could nuzzle me back, both of us lost to no one else but each other. Delia gyrated her behind into me as my hips weighed down on her. We grunted, moaned, and cried out as we moved as one, our bodies matched in intensity and yearning.
Delia moaned out my name, the way it sounded having spurred me on to make her come, to have her fall apart all around me. I was driven to satisfy her every need. I moved myself onto my knees, guiding Delia as I did so, so that I could stay inside her; not a moment between us was to be lost. Now that she was on all fours, I reached around to knead her pussy, my fingers effortlessly finding her sweet spot.
I thrusted into her again, this time rubbing while I fucked her, both of us now rocking back and forth. It didn’t take long before I could feel myself getting closer, but I wasn’t going to stop until Delia was sated; she came first, in every sense.
The firmness of my fingers strengthened as I took her again and again, her moans almost cries as she neared the end. When she orgasmed, it was a full invasion of my senses: I could feel her, taste her on the air, hear her pleasured groans. She was inescapable, and I didn’t want it any other way.
Even as Delia rode out her high, I continued to move
with her. She turned to look at me, a huge smile adorning her features, her eyes glazed over with gratification. I could have stopped there if I’d wanted to, she was more than happy enough.
But happy wasn’t what I was aiming for - I wanted her shaking, convulsing beneath me, unable to stop herself from clawing at me to give her more. I smacked her ass, the ripple it gave under my palm a magnificent sight and an even more satisfying sound.
“More?” I asked as I beamed at her, my smile as wide as hers.
“Yes,” Delia cooed. “More, Zuvo.” The “o” of my name fell away to a gasp as I took her right to my hilt, her body now more primed for me.
Grabbing her ass on either side, I moved her up and down my cock, her behind rolling against me.
Delia
Each time I swayed and wriggled my hips, I felt Zuvo twitch, his desire to stay in control tainted by that undeniable, screaming, desperation to come. I’d kept my smug expressions to a minimum, but the truth was that I loved everything about being positioned in such a way.
I was the queen of my own pleasure, a role I’d never been able to properly claim with anyone before; all my previous lovers had pretended to want that, but beneath it all they wanted to tame me.
These three, they definitely didn’t want to do that.
I pushed down deeper again, only this time the nerve endings that Zuvo hit sent me spiraling out of control, my body shuddering as warmth spread from between my thighs and throughout my whole body.
The heady giddiness kicked was the next to kick in, leaving me a quivering wreck on the end of his powerful cock, my own spasms sending him into his own. Unwilling to leave my climax just yet, I jerked and rid him harder as he spilled himself inside my ass.