Page 43 of Poisoning Ivy
"So fucking tight, Ivy." He mutters, pushing off of me just enough to give himself the leverage to take me deeper.
"Have you let anyone else touch this sweet pussy since my gun?" Killian asks, and I blink, breathing through the burn as Theo stretches me wider. I think he must have added another finger.
"You can take it." He assures me with a satisfied little smirk, and my eyes nearly roll as he hits deep inside me. It's a strange combination of pleasure and pain, and I don't want it to stop but it's hard to focus on anything with him controlling me like this.
"Bambi." Killian's fingers snare on my chin, jerking me around to look at him. I blink to try and focus on his beautiful face, the tawny eyes sparkling with hints of gold that betray the lust he's feeling. He looks like a beautiful monster, a vampire right before feeding. "Have you been a bad little whore? Tell me no other man has touched our pussy..."
Theo takes that moment to slip his fingers out of me, and I ache at the loss, needing to be filled again with something, anything. I watch him lick his fingers slowly, making a show of it as he slips one into his mouth and sucks my essence off of him. It makes my own mouth dry, but I can feel Killian waiting. "No. I've never... nobody's been inside me."
"I'd think watching Killian fuck you with that gun was a fever dream given how tight your cunt still is," Theo chuckles, pushing one of my thighs aside and splaying me open before descending on me. I feel his hot breath between my legs, and I suck in a sharp breath of my own.
"Except I distinctly remember licking your blood off that gun." Monty's voice, breaking in the middle with the hoarseness ofsleep, makes me startle. I hadn't realized he was awake. Though I guess he'd have to be a heavy sleeper to not wake through all of this... we haven't exactly been whispering.
"I think she passed out right around that point." Theo chuckles, and I want to tell him I did not pass out, but then he glides his tongue along my seam, from the bottom to the top, and I truly may pass out this time as shuddering pleasure rolls through me. I drop my head back against the mattress and let out a small sound that I don't control, too lost in the bliss of his tongue rolling expertly over my clit.
The sound of Killian's zipper giving way unleashes something in me, and I turn to watch him drop his pants and slide his boxers down his thighs, letting a thick cock spring free. Something between terror and excitement fills me as Theo laps at my pussy, creating some sort of rhythm that my body is responding to of its own accord.
"That's bigger than the gun." I gasp, stupidly.
Killian and Monty both laugh loudly at that, but Theo's too invested in feasting on me to have heard.
"Yeah, most cocks are." Monty laughs, tracing my collarbone with teasing fingers.
"Don't worry, Bambi." Killian chuckles, fisting his own length slowly. I can't look away from it, from him. "It's not going in your cunt just yet. Open up."
The head of his cock is soft when it slaps against my lips, and though I have no idea what I'm doing, my body responds automatically, my lips parting for him.
"Wider." Monty whispers behind me, his hand skating toward my breast and plucking a nipple between his fingers that makes me groan as I open my mouth wider, ready to accept whatever Killian gives me.
He gives me the whole damn thing.
Monty's other hand pushes me onto Killian's cock as he skates it against my tongue, forcing him into my mouth until I feel him at the back of my throat and it convulses as I gag, my body trying to rid me of the intrusion.
"Breathe through your nose." Killian tells me, his voice strained as he seems to exert some kind of control. He isn't moving yet, just holding himself buried in my mouth, my throat still trying to force him out. Through the panicky tears in my eyes, I can only see his sculpted torso, the hairs leading in a neat trail down to the cock that I'm currently choking on.
And yet through it all, Theo never ceases, chasing pleasure through me even as fear has me in a chokehold.
I shake my head, trying to signal to them that I can't breathe, can't take his cock in my throat like this, but Killian grits his teeth and I brace myself for impact, prepare for the blow as his anger overflows. But no blow ever comes. Instead, he reaches toward me, still not letting his cock slip from between my lips, and pinches my nostrils shut.
Now, I know true fear as my body loses access to air, the little bit that's in my lungs being held hostage by the terror of thinking I may die here, like this... a fucking whore. I try to escape him, try to reel back to get some room in my mouth to let air down, but Monty holds the back of my head still and Killian moves with me, not giving me the slightest bit of leverage. My eyes burn, my lungs burn, and I can feel the blood rushing to my head, desperately trying to keep me alive even as I begin to feel faint, my attempts to move becoming sluggish.
"Shh, Poison." Monty croons, his fingers soothing over my scalp as he holds me still. "You're okay."
My eyelids feel heavy, and my stomach stops heaving, realizing that there's nothing to throw up and that no amount of struggling is going to dislodge Killian.
A violent burst of pleasure from between my legs steals the last of the breath from my lungs, a tear slipping down my cheek in time with the moan slipping out of my throat, muffled around the intrusion.
Killian takes that exact moment to release my nostrils and slide back to the tip of my tongue. I feel like I’ve swallowed fire as I cough around the suddenly available oxygen, the air burning as it passes my sinuses. There is no chance for relief, no opportunity to get my breath back, because he skates back inside, threading a hand through my hair and thrusting until the tip of my nose is buried in his skin, breathing in the sweet scent of him, musky and oaky. But this time he doesn't hold himself there. He pulls back, groaning a little as he goes, and then pumps back in, hitting deep every time. His pace is slow enough, at first, to let me come around a little, my chest no longer feeling on the verge of collapsing as he pushes in.
"Breathe through your nose." He reminds me, just before he hits the back of my throat, and I convulse.
He fucks my mouth, my throat, using me like I'm nothing to him, like a toy. And despite the panic evident in my gag reflex, I don't hate it. Something about it feels oddly powerful, watching him squeeze his eyes shut and try to focus. It's spurred on by Theo, who sucks me into his mouth all at once and tugs, the suction making fiery pleasure ignite low in my stomach.
"Fuck!" I whimper, the heat spreading rapidly as he swirls his tongue against me, rolling it around my swollen clit.
"That's it, Poison." Monty croons, his hot breath against my skin just a moment before his tongue flicks over a nipple, making it tighten in response. "Surrender."
I surrendered to them long ago, but I'm willing to do it again and again because they're the only ones who make me feel worth fighting. Surrendering to them is as much a choice as fighting, and they both feel so fucking good. I resist the fluttering of myeyelids, try to stave off the impending orgasm, which I can feel building rapidly inside me as I focus on being a good girl for Killian, a nice warm place for his cock. He is my purpose in this moment, and as terrified as I am at the idea of what happens when he comes, I want to be the one to make that happen.
