Page 91 of Princess Claimed

My eyes snap open. Earlier I hoped for a finger—I longed for a finger—but I just got so, so much more.

Kneeling between Blade’s legs, Flame’s body stretches forward over mine as he impales me. I can no longer see his face, but his body stays still for a moment, as if checking to make sure I’m okay. And I’m more than okay.

I find a tiny bit of air. “Please,” I say. “Good.”

My words are the signal Flame needs.

Like I flipped his on switch, the tall, muscular Swede starts rapidly pumping his hips, driving into me fast and hard and deep. Inside me, he slides against Blade’s cock, still motionless and rigid, deep inside my ass.

Blade moans behind me, and the sound rumbles, vibrating my entire body.

“Fuck, Flame,” Blade says. “Yes. Just like that. So good.” His voice is hoarse, and I realize Flame’s thrusts are stimulating him too. Once again, Flame is fucking us both, although I can’t imagine that what Blade is feeling is half as good as what I am. How could it be? On a pleasure scale of one to ten, what I’m feeling right now is at least a thousand.

Then, just when I think it couldn’t possibly get better, Blade thrusts up from below me. I’m not sure how he’s bracing himself, but the details don’t matter. All that does is the added movement, lifting me to new heights.

Jackknifed, and squeezed tightly between the chests of these two men, my body’s so stuffed I feel the impact of their cocks in every part of my being. I feel their deep thrusts tightening my internal organs, even my scalp. A keening sound erupts from inside me, and my orgasm coils, twisting, winding, getting ready to spring.

My hips fight to move, but they can’t, and I’m not sure whether my body’s trying to escape from, or to deepen the two men’s unrelenting thrusts. Neither of them could possibly go any deeper, and they’re moving in tandem now, sliding out and driving back in together, repeating their fierce motions over and over, but each time feels like the first.

Each time they pull out, my insides sigh in relief, and then my body cries out in pleasure as I’m stuffed full again. As they draw back, the heads of their cocks stretch and tease the sensitive nerves at my entrances. And each time they drive back in, the pressure against each other stimulates magical places in both my channels at once. And each time both cocks strike inside me together, hard and deep and delivering ecstasy.

It’s so much. Too much.

No. No. It’s not too much, it’s just right.

Their rhythm changes, their strokes now crossing in the middle, so neither one is fully in or out at the same time, and I swear this is even better. Each time their heads pass the other, through my walls, they abrade unbelievably sensitive places inside me, and I reach a new pinnacle. I didn’t think it could get any better. But it has.

Over and over their hard cocks work in opposition—one exiting, one entering—and both striking new spots that make me want to scream in pleasure. But I have no air to make noise.

Growing desperate for a climax, I tighten and release my muscles around them, trying to coax my body into giving me what I need. To no avail. And why bother?

I should relax and let myself simply feel this. I should stop paying so much attention to every new nerve they hit, stop noticing every muscle their cocks stretch and squeeze, stop sensing the textures and shapes comprising their pleasure rods, thrusting so hard and deep inside of me.

Letting myself drift into a world of bliss, I relax, no longer caring when or if I climax. This is my life now, my future existence lives between their strong bodies, as I’m drilled by their cocks, and I’ve never been so content.

I explode. My orgasm hits in a sneak attack.

Squished between them, my body shakes and shudders as my internal contractions come on hard and fast. My legs and back fight to jackknife open and closed against their bodies, but the men continue to squeeze me tightly between them, both continuing to pump deep inside me. My entire body is pulsing, throbbing to mirror what’s going on inside me.

Blade shouts, then ejaculates.

Blade’s seed slices into my ass, opening me up even further and giving me a newfound surge of energy and need. His essence flows into my body as thoroughly as it did when I fed, and I don’t ever want this feeling to end. His body thrusts even more violently now, using his added lubrication to drive almost brutally into my ass. My contractions amplify. I can’t move, and yet no part of me is still, every part of my body is tightening and releasing in wave after crushing wave of pleasure.

“Holy fuck!” Flame’s thrusts change their speed in my pussy, like he’s struggling to maintain his tempo. And yet, even as his drives grow erratic, he keeps pounding and pounding and pounding, driving into me so deeply. He must be bending inside me to fit, and he’s stretching my walls to new limits.

Blade has slowed his assault now, but Flame’s cock’s invasions are beyond forceful, and he’s holding me so firmly that he must be bracing his arms around Blade to increase his power.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Flame slams into me erratically, and then he comes too.

His hot seed shoots inside me, bathing my walls and flooding my womb. I didn’t think my body had any room left, but it takes all Flame has to give. I’m beyond full now, stuffed by these men and by their buckets of seed. I can’t imagine another drop of anything entering my body. Not ever.

Blade starts thrusting more rigorously into my ass again, his drives facilitated by the lubrication of his seed, and it seems impossible to believe, but the penetration feels even better now as my body absorbs their fluids through my internal walls. I wonder if they can sense each other’s essences too, whether it flows through my bloodstream, and then into theirs through my juices and inner organs.

I hold tightly to Flame’s back, fighting to firm my grip, but not really needing to, and the two men start thrusting in tandem again, sandwiching my folded body between theirs, filling me beyond capacity with each perfectly timed dual thrust.

Their thrusts slow, but remain in perfect time with each other, and each drive makes all three of us groan. I gain just as much pleasure when they draw back, as when they thrust deep inside, and their strokes continue to hit every part of me. Each time, my entrances are stretched, before they drive back in to the hilt, hitting so deep I feel it in my chest, in my throat, in my heart.

Over and over, they repeat this onslaught, until I think I might die from the combination of pleasure and pain. But I’m going to die the most satisfied, most happy woman on the planet.

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