Page 90 of Princess Claimed

“You feel good, don’t you darling?”

I nod, and Flame lifts me almost fully off Blade, so high I can feel his head stretching my entrance again. Then Flame lets gravity assist his arms, and he drops me back down. Blade lands so deep inside me, it penetrates my soul.

My mouth fully opens, but no sound comes out. If I had room in my lungs for any air I’d be screaming in pleasure, singing my praises to both of these men and their astounding abilities to discharge it. Blade and Flame are pleasure gods. Ecstasy delivering machines.

And I’ve become putty in their capable hands, jelly sheathed around Blade’s rod, as they continue to lift and lower my body, moving his cock deeper and deeper inside me each time. Blade is now thrusting each time Flame drops me, doubling, no tripling, the intensity of each landing, and my body is shaking, absorbing so much, but Flame continues to look deep into my eyes, penetrating my gaze as deeply as Blade’s piercing my ass.

I love how Flame sees me, truly sees me. How he’s bearing witness to my every reaction, every nuance of my experience. And I love how much he clearly loves what he sees.

With a hard grunt, Blade thrusts with more power, and our bodies collide. I hear the hard slap as his stones crush against my body. And Flame must hear it too, because instead of lifting me, he leaves me there, holding me still and fully impaled over Blade. Everything inside me is pulsing, overwhelmed by the fullness and depth.

“Fuck, darling. You’re all the way in,” Flame states the obvious after what feels like a minute, and then he slowly lifts and lowers me over Blade.

Flame does it once, then twice, then three times, before starting to rapidly pound me over Blade again, the latter reaching full depth every time. Each time my ass slaps Blade’s lap, he groans, and the sound of his pleasure rumbles through me, amplifying mine. I want to scream, to declare my joy to the entire world so everyone will know how good this feels, but no sound comes out.

Flame’s eyes well with gratification too, but I want him to feel more. He’s helped to deliver both Blade and I so much pleasure, but his cock, between us, is screaming for attention.

Wanting to take him into my hand, I struggle to lift one of my arms off his chest, but he’s pumping me so rapidly over Blade’s cock that no part of me is under my explicit control. As if realizing my plan, Flame guides my hand toward his member, and once I grasp it, I have no further need to move my hand. Each time Flame pumps me over Blade’s thrusting cock, my palm and fingers slide up and down Flame’s shaft in time with my body’s movements.

“Fuck, darling.” Flame says. “Your little hand feels so fucking good.”

Shifting his hand, Flame strokes his fingers through my soaking wet folds, and his touch makes me even crazier with need. No longer being pumped by Flame, I rock back into Blade’s thrusts, making him shout in pleasure behind me as our angles shift.

Flame transfers some of my moisture onto his cock, and it helps my hand glide more freely over his shaft. Tipping his head back, Flame roars with pleasure, and then looks directly into my eyes. His look is fierce, beyond dark and lustful, and so intense I almost climax at the sight, but my greedy body wants even more before it explodes.

Does more exist? I only need more of this. More of exactly this.

As Blade thrusts into my ass, Flame’s hand slides back between my folds, teasing my pussy’s entrance and the sensitive skin behind it.

Shuddering, Blade moans even louder.

Is Flame stroking Blade? He is. He’s rubbing Blade’s cock when it’s not inside me.

Whatever Flame is doing, I hope he plans to put those fingers inside me soon. I’m already beyond full but remember how fantastic it felt to have both holes filled at once. But I have no ability to speak, no real will to control the escalating action. Plus, I love how these men keep surprising me, always lifting me to new heights, and their performance today is beyond masterful—so fluid, it almost seems choreographed.

Earlier, they mentioned having a conversation about me. Was this the topic? Did they discuss how they’d fuck me together? Is this a new version of the pact they made back in Freetown?

Behind me, Blade’s thrusts grow even stronger, and I’m shocked at how much power he can get from his knees. Is he still on his knees?

Closing my eyes, I draw in more pleasure than I thought I could handle. My hand still gripping Flame’s cock, I circle my palm and fingers as they slide up and down at the same pace as the rest of me.

Flame’s mouth finds mine, still open, and my lips somehow find the energy to kiss him back. As our fingers continue to stroke each other, our kiss deepens, his tongue plundering my mouth with the same rhythm as Blade is taking my ass, and my hand is stroking Flame’s cock.

With this oral penetration, I’m less desperate to have his fingers inside me. Perhaps filling two openings at once is all I can handle. Close to passing out from the pleasure, I can no longer even imagine more. If Flame presses a finger inside my pussy, I won’t survive.

Still kissing me, Flame’s hands shift to my ass and then to the backs of my thighs. His touch slides up toward the backs of my knees, tipping my body. I gasp in shock as my hand slips off his cock.

Lifting my legs, Flame rests them on his shoulders, and I shudder at the new position, my entire body shaking and throbbing as the angle of Blade’s penetration changes with the movement. And all this time, Flame continues to kiss me, our tongues intimately sliding and sparring as we share so much of each other.

Behind me, Blade shifts.

I can’t tell what’s going on but sense the movement as it changes where and how Blade’s cock hits inside me. I don’t need to know what’s going on, not as long as it keeps feeling this good.

Flame loosens his hold, and my body drops down hard. My bottom strikes Blade’s thighs again, and I gasp into Flame’s mouth at the intense fullness. Blade is sitting behind me now, his legs outstretched, and my ankles are up on Flame’s shoulders as he kneels between Blade’s legs, my ass impaled on his long, hardness.

Absorbing the new sensations, I make mewling sounds into Flame’s mouth, and then Blades stills inside me. The two hold me motionless. I have no leverage, never mind the energy to move myself. I want the friction to continue but can’t do anything about it. And yet every part of me continues to pulse and sing; every ounce of my blood, every nerve in my body is fully centered around Blade’s cock, entirely focused on the hot stiffness that’s twitching and throbbing inside me, even though there’s no actual movement—not beyond Flame’s tongue that’s still stroking mine, our lips sliding against each other’s.

Flame breaks our kiss. Keeping my eyes closed, I tip back my head, and it strikes Blade’s chest. Then I feel the sharp stab of Flame’s cock entering my pussy, driving in hard and deep on the first pass.

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