Page 22 of Princess Claimed

“No. Come inside her,” Flame says. “You won’t regret it.”

Then, before I can catch my breath, Crusher starts pumping again, using jerky hard thrusts that threaten to truly break me, physically and mentally. I want to cry out to stop him—not because it hurts, but because I’m not sure whether I can stand this much pleasure without going mad.

Crusher roars, and his seed fires inside me, shooting out with the force of a volcanic eruption. I thought his cock was filling me beyond capacity, but I’m proved wrong as more and more of Crusher flows into me. So much I swear I can taste his essence as it flows through my entire body.

His discharge paints my walls, coating the inside of my womb and rushing to enter my bloodstream. And as he continues thrusting, some of his thick fluid slides out to heat my upper thighs, waking up even more pleasure centers there.

My mind has been drugged by the eruption and the intensity of the pounding my body has taken, but as hard as he’s fucked me, my body wants more. More Crusher. So, so much more.

His thrusts slow, his legs shift, and for a moment I’m afraid he’s about to stop. I no longer want him to.

But one rock hard thigh, then the other, relocates between mine. Instead of squeezing my thighs together, he now pushes them apart, spreading my legs wide. His weight adjusts, and some of the pressure above my body releases.

Like a heavy fur coat was lifted off me, the air of the room cools my skin, stimulating me in even more new ways. And through all this movement, he continues to thrust inside me.

He’s moving more slowly now, his cock’s path eased by a mixture of his lubrication and my own, and his gigantic member glides in and out of me easily, smoothly flowing in and out, like it belongs there, sliding in and out, over and over and over, heating my insides beyond reason. I’ve gone past fully stretched, and I’m so slippery it’s a wonder he feels any pleasure, but it’s clear that he does, and the sounds he makes enhance my own craving that’s already risen to terrifying heights.

Crusher’s breaths are heavy, more like deep moaning growls, and now that he’s thrusting more slowly, he shifts his position, varying the depth and speed of his strokes. The pleasure transferred between us is astronomical. He’s gone far beyond any duty to satisfy my body’s post feeding cravings.

For the rest of my life, my body now has entirely new things to crave. Things I never imagined in my wildest dreams. I have fantasized about having a thick cock inside me, but my imagination failed to predict anything even close to this. Crusher’s been fucking me for so long and so hard, I should be used to his girth by now, but each thrust awakens new combinations of nerves. I’m both mute and blind. I have no ability to use my body for anything beyond its purpose as a sheath for his cock, a recipient of pleasure.

“Help her to come.” Blade’s voice drifts into my ecstasy-addled mind, and I slowly turn my head on the mattress to see him. Blade slides his upper body across the mattress toward me, leaving his feet on the floor beside the bed.

“Touch her clit,” Flame instructs from the other side of the bed, but I don’t have the energy or will to turn my face toward him. I’m lost now, not only drowning in the pleasure from the heaven-delivery machine that’s plowing into me from behind, but also drowning in the depths of Blade’s eyes that are offering support and heightening my pleasure.

Crusher’s thick finger presses hard on my clit, and my eyes widen as my hips buck back, making him hit so deep inside me it hurts.

“Gentle,” Flame says. “Touch her clit lightly. She’s over-stimulated.”

Crusher grunts, but then does as Flame suggests, and my eyes roll back in my head. Crusher’s finger must be tipped with some of his semen because it’s like fire and ice all at once, lifting me right out of my body, right off the bed and literally into the heavens.

Just as I’m sure I can’t feel any better, my climax strikes.

“Holy shit.” Crusher’s arm wraps around me as I thrash, his cock still impaling me deeply, his finger still rubbing my clit.

I maintain eye contact with Blade, as wave after wave of pure pleasure rushes through me, each surge lifting me up, turning me over, and then smashing me down, before lifting me back up again.

Over and over and over, my body rises and crashes on tsunami-sized waves, as it continues to contract around Crusher’s thick rod, and all of me continues to vibrate and shake. I’ve lost control of every one of my senses. I can’t perceive anything beyond the parts of me being directly stimulated by Crusher. Not that there’s anything left to perceive. Nothing else matters or will ever matter again. There is nothing in my world now beyond Crusher’s cock, his finger, and everything both are doing to my body.

I can’t move. I’ll never be able to move again. Who cares. I’ll spend the rest of my life impaled on Crusher.

“Stop,” Flame says. “It’s too much. Stop before she needs to feed again.”

Crusher stills inside me, stuffing me completely, but depriving me of the friction, and his finger shifts away from my clit. Doesn’t matter. I’m still pulsing inside; my entire body is quivering and boneless in Crusher’s arms as I remain suspended on his cock. I’ve melted into the mattress. I can’t move. Not voluntarily.

My vision returns. Still looking into my eyes, Blade whips off his clothes. Sliding onto the bed, he hugs my upper body into his arms.

“Bad idea,” Crusher says, and I realize he’s still buried inside me.

“Fuck you,” Blade says. “She needs to be held, and I’m going to do it.”

Crusher grunts and his cock shifts inside me.

“Get that thing out of her,” Blade says. “She needs to recover.”

I’ve never heard Blade speak with such force, certainly not toward Crusher, and I’ve never wanted him more.

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