Page 23 of Princess Claimed

Twelve

Ana

Crusher’s massive cock evacuates my body, leaving my insides weeping in relief, but also longing to have him inside me again. My pussy throbs, pulsing with the memories of the recently departed thickness.

Blade drags me more fully into his arms, and his hands stroke me softly as my internal contractions continue, aching, as if Crusher’s still inside me.

But he’s not. He’s on the other side of the room, looking down, his hands formed into fists at his side, like he’s angry.

At me? At himself?

“It’s okay, baby,” Blade whispers. “You’re okay. You’re safe. Rasputin is gone. No one can hurt you here. Not ever. We won’t let them.”

“Do you need more blood?” Flame’s hand slides over my back and I turn toward him, falling deep into the blue of his eyes. “Crusher gave your tiny cunt quite the workout, darling.” He winks.

Nodding, I run my tongue around my mouth. I can’t find the energy to speak.

“Is that nod a yes to more blood?” Flame grins. “Or are you just agreeing about how hard Crusher fucked you?” His hand strokes my ass, and it’s soothing and stimulating at the same time, as if all the nerves in my body are confused, each firing in every way they know all at once. Hot, cold, pain, pleasure, hard, soft. As Blade holds me and Flame rubs my ass, my nerves send my brain every signal at once.

“Both.” My voice sounds strange. Weak. Broken.

“Whose vein would you prefer?” Blade asks in a tone that makes it clear he wants me to choose his.

Flame glances toward Blade, and then strokes my cheek. “I have an idea.” His pupils dilate with desire. “I know a way you can feed and fuck at the same time, without—” He cuts himself off.

Whatever Flame has in mind, I’m game—even if he means having both of them driving inside me at the same time. After taking in Crusher, I’m no longer certain my body has limits, and it pulses, wondering how it might feel to have more than one cock inside me, or if it’s even possible. I’m tiny compared to any one of these men.

Flame shifts on the bed. “Fuck her while she straddles you,” he whispers in Blade’s ear. “Let her ride you, slowly, and I’ll feed her, while you’re looking into her eyes.”

Blade’s eyes widen with clear interest, and his breaths grow shallow and fast. He’s clearly turned on by Flame’s suggestion, even if I’m confused about what he’s planning. Flame and I have had sex in this position, with me straddling him, more than once, so I’m sure it will work with Blade, but I can’t figure out how I can feed from Flame at the same time.

Blade sits with his legs extended, leaning back onto his elbows, and Flame shifts me to straddle one of Blade’s thighs. I’m happy to act as Flame’s puppet right now—willing to do whatever he suggests.

Flame lifts me and then, one arm supporting my body, his other hand angles Blade’s cock. Blade moans at Flame’s touch, then we both groan as his tip notches against my barely recovered entrance. Then, slowly, Flame eases me down.

The head of Blade’s long, beautiful cock breaches my sex, and I gasp. His girth is less than Crusher’s, but my body has recovered from the extraordinary stretching, and his entry is intense, for both of us. The reaction in Blade’s silver eyes makes his pleasure obvious, and Flame holds me still with only the tip inside me. Witnessing Blade’s pleasure and joyful emotions almost brings me to another climax. My channel tightens, squeezing around Blade’s head.

With Flame’s help, I slowly take more and more of Blade inside. Growing eager, I struggle to drop down further, but my inner muscles seem clenched, already anticipating another orgasm.

“Easy, darling. Easy. Just relax.” From beside me, Flame’s hand shifts to where Blade and I are joined, and he rubs my clit as he helps to ease me over Blade’s cock. And I can’t believe how my channel feels so narrow so soon after being stretched impossibly wide by Crusher.

“That’s it,” Flame says, his voice full of encouragement. “Nearly there.”

With his support, I lift and lower myself over Blade’s cock until I can’t take him any deeper. And my weight transfers onto Blade as I absorb his length, my hands on his chest.

Grinning, Flame winks at me. “Atta girl.”

Lifting one of my arms off Blade, Flame positions his torso between us, facing me and moving his throat within biting distance. And although Flame’s leaning, his upper body between me and Blade, I can still see into Blade’s eyes. I can see them both.

“Drink from me, Ana,” Flame says. “Take my vein while Blade is inside you.”

I gasp, finally comprehending Flame’s plan. One of his hands wraps around to squeeze my ass as the other massages my breast.

“Can I move now?” Blade asks through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you. Either of you.”

I nod, my hips gently rocking Blade’s length inside me.

“You do you, brother,” Flame says. “Give her all you’ve got.”

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