Page 82 of Princess Claimed

Then it’s my turn to sense more of Phil’s blood on my sensitive skin. Crusher’s head presses against my still gaping asshole, and pleasure explodes inside me. I buck and moan, unable to control my body.

“Steady.” Crusher withdraws his fingers from my pussy so he can grip my hips tightly. “Even with the blood, this might hurt. At least at first.”

Phil offers me moral support with his eyes, and Crusher breaches my opening, driving in hard and fast.

I scream. He wasn’t fucking kidding that it would hurt. But the burning pain fans out like a rapidly spreading fire as Phil’s blood absorbs into me, leaving me wanting more, so much more.

Still looking into my eyes, Phil nods, and Crusher presses forward again. Then again. And again.

Each time Crusher thrusts, he stops to let me adjust and waits for Phil’s signal to continue. I love how these men are working together, helping each other make sure I’m okay, and I also adore how they’re teaching my body to enjoy a new kind of pleasure.

Why did I waste so much of my life without experiencing sex? Any kind of sex? And why did I waste any time since I’ve been with these men without having one of them fucking my ass?

Phil’s blood, coating Crusher’s cock, continues to absorb into me, and it’s almost as overwhelming as a feeding. As Phil’s essence absorbs through my inner walls, it’s almost like both men are inside me at once. And that thought delivers a new wave of lust.

I push back against Crusher’s next thrust.

Moaning, he pauses, his cock twitching inside me. Then he grips my hips tightly, thrusting quickly and pushing deeper and deeper into me with each drive.

Crusher grunts each time he pumps, moving with more and more force and speed, and while I can’t see him, I can tell that this feels good for him too. Very good. And I love that I can give that to him. All four men have told me my vagina is small and tight, and my ass probably feels even tighter around him.

“Fuck,” he says as he pumps inside me. “Fuck.”

He pulls back, almost out, and then pauses. I pant, trying to draw in air during the reprieve, but then he tugs back hard on my hips at the same time he thrusts forward.

His balls slap my vulva. He’s all the way inside me.

All the air leaves my chest, but Phil smiles into my eyes. A knowing smile, as if he knew this was possible, as if he knew that I’d like it.

Crusher starts to move again, and Phil watches with wonder and love in his eyes as Crusher drives harder and faster, each of his thrusts becoming less careful until he’s pulling almost out and driving back all the way in.

I really can’t breathe now. I don’t want to. Every ounce of my energy and attention are consumed by absorbing Crusher’s punishing thrusts, each going so deep my entire body feels the shock and the fullness. I love it.

Something brushes my folds. Phil’s hand. Looking deep into my eyes, Phil’s index finger slides inside my pussy, going in all the way, in one hard stroke. He leaves it still for a moment, buried and putting pressure against the wall shared by Crusher. Crusher groans as added fullness presses against his hard drives.

Phil’s finger starts to plunge too, and then he adds a second. I thought I felt full before, but this is amazing. My entire body is full to the brim.

My body is consuming these men, even as they claim me. Even my throat feels like it’s closing, and I can barely fathom all the pleasure they’re giving me. Phil’s thumb brushes my clit.

My back convulses, shifting my hips against their competing intrusions. I have zero control over my movements, but instead of delivering the pressure I crave, Phil’s thumb merely circles my clit, keeping his touch away from the most sensitive nerves. And still both men stroke inside me, sometimes acting in tandem, sometimes in opposition, but each moment of it is even better than the last.

“I’m close,” Crusher announces.

Phil nods. His thumb finally brushes my clit.

I explode. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through me, and I lose track of which way is up and down. I don’t know where I am, who I am. But who cares about that kind of trivia, as long as I feel this good.

Crusher’s seed floods inside me, hitting like hot oil to set me on fire. My back arches, and my head slams into his chest as his fluids scald me, moving deeper and deeper, rushing through my bloodstream even faster than when their fluids enter my womb.

Crusher pulls almost out, and his juices sluice out to dampen my ass cheeks, my upper thighs, and then he slams back into me hard. And still my own orgasm continues, my body shuddering as Phil slides his fingers inside my pussy, and unrelentingly strokes my clit with his thumb.

Crusher pulls fully out.

I gasp. My body feels empty, lost, even though Phil’s thick fingers are still inside my pussy.

Voices flow through the room, but I can’t focus on words, can barely hear sounds.

Phil’s soothing voice penetrates my euphoric haze. “You’re okay, my love. You’re okay. You’re okay. Relax.” His fingers slow inside me as he speaks, and all the tension releases from my body.

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