Page 53 of Poisoning Ivy
"We haven't exactly given her a choice."
My head feels heavy and like it's been submerged under water, and I know I'm supposed to breathe through my nose, but I gasp for air, my throat tightening around Theo, who must enjoy the sensation because he thrusts in deeper, shimmying himself against the back of my throat. I feel myself tighten everywhere, blocked by their cocks invading each space I have. And I can't even care anymore, because despite the burning in my ass and the feeling that Monty is buried in my bladder, my body is telling me that I'm going to suffocate, that I'm dying, and that it's not okay.
"Anything fits if you can force it."
I'm losing track of who's speaking, my vision growing dark at the corners, and I feel light all of a sudden.
Panic flares through me, rushing heat over my body from my feet all the way to the tips of my fingers. I can feel my eyes fluttering, and their voices sound far away as they speak, their words indistinct.
And then all of a sudden, Theo dislodges himself from inside my throat, leaving a salty trail of pre-cum in his wake. Though I'm barely aware of it happening, my body reacts on instinct, sucking in all the air I can around him. He doesn't leave my mouth, doesn't take his cock from my tongue as I heave in desperate breaths, awareness and feeling coming violently back to me.
Monty is the first to move, thrusting his hips from beneath me. It's not a great range of motion, but it bounces the pressure around deep inside of me until I'm so full I think I might explode. His every motion jostles me around on him and lets me feel Killian's cock in a different part of me, touching new places as he stays buried without moving. Fuck, it's torture, particularly because somewhere along the way, the pain morphed into something different.
I can feel it building low inside me, but it's not like any feeling I've had before. Similar, and yet not.
Realizing I've gained my facilities back, Theo skates his cock along my tongue, the head of him prodding the back of my throat, nudging my gag reflex and then retreating. But he doesn't slip out all the way. Instead, he thrusts in again, hitting that spot that makes me convulse and then retreating only to come back faster this time, giving me less time to recover. His nails dig into my scalp, the bite providing a nice contrast to the achy feeling of being so goddamn full, and I can tell he's losing his self-control as he pushes in deeper than before, harder, faster.
Theo finds a rhythm that turns me into a ragdoll, and I'm useless against him, trying to keep my throat open so that it doesn't lock my entire body up every time he hits inside. I channel every fiber of my being into relaxing my throat for him, providing a space for him to empty himself, so that as his balls slap against my chin with the fury of his thrusts, I barely even feel it.
"Fuck, Tiger Lily," he groans, hitting so deep that I think he's trying to crawl inside me. And it's the thrust that does him in, his eyes rolling closed as his fingers splay against my skull. A second later, I feel him twitching in the back of my throat, and then he's spilling inside of me and I work to swallow it before my body can reject it and I end up throwing up on him. It's not that he wouldn't deserve it, and I doubt he'd really even mind, but the thought of choking on my own vomit is enough to make me swallow him greedily, taking every drop he gives as he milks himself inside of me.
"Oh my god," Monty groans a second later. "I can't. She's so fucking tight like this. I— " He impales me, reaching a new depth with his dying thrust and then gasps as he lets himself go inside of me.
As they ride out their orgasms in tandem and I let them use me to completion, I'm barely aware of the stretch deep inside me, the way Killian's forced my ass to stay open for him, the way I've almost adjusted to it. The sensation of Monty being buried against my bladder eases as he falls away from me, spent despite his cock still being inside me, but the urgency brings a sense of relief, particularly as Theo withdraws, the head of his cock popping out from between my lips with a sound that makes me blink in confusion.
"Fuck, you're beautiful covered in his blood, your drool, my cum." Theo's chiseled abs ripple with the force of his breathless laugh and I realize I'm staring stupidly at him, my thoughts fragmented. I'm exhausted, my body spent in a way it's never been, but despite that, there's still a need deep inside.
His blood.
Somewhere in everything that happened, I forgot that I was on my knees in a puddle of my husband's blood. I glance down, watching my fingers twitch through the viscous liquid as I become aware of how cold it is.
That's also when Killian reminds me that he's still inside me, still waiting for his turn. And he's not waiting any longer.
I feel Monty slip out from inside me a half second before Killian does, unsheathing himself so quickly that my stomach contracts at the loss. I can feel myself clenching deep, trying to close myself off to another intrusion. But it doesn't matter, because Killian grips my hair in his fist and spins me to face him, and then he invades me again with his kiss. It's hungry and feral as his mouth falls upon mine, sharp teeth nipping at my bottom lip, procuring both a moan and a bloom of copper as the pain tangles with the pleasure.
I can still taste the remnants of Theo's cum on my tongue, and I know Killian must taste it too along with the fresh blood as he devours me, taking my every breath that I've gained in the space since Theo gave me my air back. He paints my mouth in broad strokes, his kiss consuming me as he coaxes a new desire to life, and I feel myself losing all sense of rationale, of decency, of shame. It's hard to care about anything beyond him when he's sharing every gasp and whisp of breath... until he folds me in half, bending me over Monty so that my ass is on display for him.
Except, when I blink, trying to cast off the haze of his drugging kiss, I realize it's not Monty I'm bent over.
Cody jostles beneath me as Killian braces himself behind me and I seize in panic at the sight of his blank face so close to mine.
"No!" I cry, because as much as I want what Killian can give me, and as much as I hate to admit that I want it, I don't want it like this. Not over top of my dead husband's body.
"Shh, Bambi." He coos, his warm breath hitting the top of my spine and sending a shudder of anticipation through me. And then he slams my face against Cody's chest, my wet cheek submerging in the puddle of blood that's pooled on his stomach, sticky against the cotton tee shirt he wore.
"Killian," I try to rationalize with him, because I know by now pleading won't work. "Not like this. Not here."
"No man but us will ever touch you again." Theo's voice comes from somewhere behind me, but with my head pinned to Cody's chest, I can't see him. I can't see anything other than the red stain on Cody's shirt, the rip where the bullet lodged in his shoulder, and lying abandoned on the floor, the axe.
"You belong to us." Monty confirms. "And we won't let you forget it again."
I don't tell them I never forgot it, because Killian spears me quickly, his cock spreading my swollen pussy with ease. I can feel him glide easily in and out, coating himself in Monty's cum, and as much as I want to hate it, I don't. It feels too good, too wrong, too right.
But he doesn't stoke the fire in me, pumping a few times before slipping out of me. I cry out in frustration at the loss of him, but it turns quickly to a cry of pain as I feel him at my other entrance. He doesn't hesitate, pushing slowly inside and demanding that I open for him again.
The burn of being stretched too far makes tears pool in my eyes, stinging in the dry air. It hurts worse, which makes no sense. It also doesn't change the fact that my entire body can focus only on him, on his thick cock forcing me to accept him even though I haven't recovered from the first intrusion.
"Fuck, ow." I bite my lip to try and keep it in, not looking to give him any more satisfaction, but my teeth sink into the same spot he bit me and a fresh wave of copper floods my tongue.
