Page 81 of Princess Claimed

Crusher pushes his finger in deeper, and an overwhelming feeling of fullness races through me. My muscles are fighting his progress, but at the same time I like it.

“How much of your finger is in?” I ask, my voice tight.

“First knuckle.” He wiggles his fingertip, and my body clenches at the overwhelming rush of pleasure.

“Keep going,” Phil says, looking into my eyes, and I let him know with my expression that he’s made the right call.

Crusher pulls back slightly, and then pushes in further, stretching me and awakening brand-new sensations. I barely recognize my body as my own. It is no longer mine. It’s theirs. I’ve yielded my decisions to Phil, and my body to the invasion of Crusher’s thick finger.

He pulls back again, and then pushes in even farther.

I moan.

“You’re getting wetter,” he says, and I realize he still has fingers from his other hand inside my vagina. “Amazing.”

He continues to play with me there, distracting me, as his finger inside my ass twists and turns, pulling out then pushing back in, progressing deeper each time until the base of his hand strikes my body.

“Still okay?” he asks.

“Stop fucking asking,” Phil says. “We’ll tell you when it’s not.”

Grunting, Crusher starts pumping his finger inside my ass, probing directly forward at first, and then twisting and swirling, bending, and putting pressure on places I’ve never felt them before.

I can’t breathe. Who cares? Vampires can go a long time without taking air. And even if I pass out, I don’t want this to stop.

Behind me, Crusher shifts his position, and that alters the angle of his fingers. They hit new places in both channels, and I squirm and moan. This feels way better than I ever expected.

With his new position, Crusher can reach around me more fully, and his fingers drive more deeply inside my pussy, pumping harder there now while his other finger continues to thrust inside my asshole.

Fingers from each of his hands are pressing against each other through the wall inside me, and with each pass all of them rub a spot that makes my body jerk in pleasure.

I gasp, thrusting my pelvis, trying to get more and more from his clever fingers.

“Another?” he asks.

Phil’s eyes flick away from mine for a second. He nods, then his gaze returns to mine.

Crusher’s speed in my asshole slows, but then a second finger joins with the first. I moan. I thought he meant adding a third finger to my pussy, but instead he’s testing the limits of my ass.

His movements start back up slowly, although the fingers in my pussy continue to pump fast. For every thrust into my ass, I’d guess I’m getting ten in my pussy, and it all feels amazing.

“Deeper,” I cry out, suddenly remembering how to use my voice. “I want to feel you deeper.”

“That’s as deep as my fingers go,” Crusher says, pushing faster inside me.

“Your cock then,” I cry out. “Please. I want to try.”

Phil looks into my eyes, his expression full of questions, then wonder, and he flicks his gaze up to Crusher for an instant.

“I’ll need more blood,” Crusher says. He starts to pull his fingers out of my pussy, but Phil reaches his arm across me, and I smell and hear the exact moment that Crusher’s fangs penetrate Phil’s wrist.

Drops of Phil’s blood hit my skin, dropping onto my ass, then sliding into my crack, and my pleasure rises to dizzying heights. My hips buck, moving uncontrollably even as Crusher’s fingers continue to impale both my holes, his arms encircling me as he pushes in from both sides.

Crusher’s fingers suddenly exit my asshole, and I gasp. My body is shaking and the muscles at that entrance keep pulsing open and closed.

“Quickly,” Phil says. “Coat your cock in my blood and go in, while she’s still ready.”

My eyes widen, remembering what I asked for, but no longer certain I meant it. Crusher grunts, and I realize he’s probably reacting to Phil’s blood lubricating his cock.

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