Page 15 of Winter Queen
"My turn."
A gruff voice breaks through the passionate bliss filling my mind, and with one last nip at his bottom lip, I break the kiss and turn my head towards Storm. We seem to have entered a room, but I couldn’t care less where we are. Without warning, Storm’s lips are on mine, continuing what Arc started.
Hands grip my hips and I'm lifted from Arc's arms, but I'm too busy exploring Storm's mouth to protest.
I'm put back on my feet, and this time, I'm about to complain, already missing the warmth of my Guardian's embrace, but then someone is sliding his hands under my shirt, reaching around until they're on my stomach. The scent of a sea breeze fills me nostrils before Frost's lips touch the back of my neck.
He presses tiny kisses on my skin and goosebumps run down my spine and straight into my core. At the same time, Arc is fumbling with my pyjama bottoms, trying to open the knot in the cord holding them up. I hadn't even realised I was still in my bedclothes, but of course, I've not had any chance to change since I woke up. I don't think I'm wearing underwear, either. I blush at the thought of them undressing me after they brought me back from Blaze's cave. Such a pity I was unconscious. Although I wouldn't have appreciated their attention at the time. But I do now.
Arc's become too impatient and a moment later, rips my pyjamas apart. Silly Guardian. Hot Guardian. My torn trousers sink to the floor, pooling around my ankles. Then his mouth is on my right arse cheek, nibbling on my sensitive skin, and I moan against Storm's mouth.
All of them are kissing me at the same time and it's almost too much to bear.
Arc hugs my thighs from both sides, pulling my hips back so he has better access to my naked arse. Frost is gliding his hands upwards, leaving my belly and reaching the very edges of my breasts. He's slow, far too slow, and I moan again, wanting his hands on my boobs.
"Who are you moaning for, Princess?" Frost asks seductively, running a finger over the skin just beneath my left breast. Tingles are spreading all over my body and my legs are beginning to shake. Every single one of my four Guardians is intense, and together, they're incredible. Overwhelming. Amazing.
Finally, Frost takes my left nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezes it gently.
"Do you like that?"
What an idiot! Who wouldn't?
Arc chooses that moment to slide a finger into me from below and this time, my legs really buckle. If Storm wasn't holding me, I would have collapsed to the floor in a heap of pleasure.
"Or do you prefer what Arc's doing?" Frost is teasing me, but Storm's kiss is preventing me from answering. My hard nipples and moans should be enough of an answer, though.
Storm growls, apparently not happy that he's not been mentioned yet. Frost chuckles and takes my other nipple between my fingers, squeezing harder this time.
"Or is it Storm who's making you moan?"
Ironically, Storm breaks the kiss right then, leaving me panting. My lips are swollen and tingly all over, desperate for even more attention from the guys. So is the rest of my body. I need them all, their touch, everywhere.
"I am," Storm says in a voice that allows no protest. He lifts me up, removing me from the other two. I'm about to protest, but stop when he lies me down on a bed - we seem to be in one of the guest rooms - and pulls off his jeans. I lift my head to watch as he slides down his boxers, revealing his hard cock. If I thought I was wet before then, I really am now.
I spread my legs, ready to take him in.
"Why is my brother always the first?" Frost complains jokingly, but he's too late. Surprisingly slowly, Storm presses against my entrance, giving me a moment to prepare, before he gently slides in. I should be used to his size by now, but every time, I feel like I'm tight as a virgin when I take him. He gives me the time to adjust, looking down at me with eyes filled with love and desire. I never thought I'd have one man look at me like that, but now I have four.
Arc is sitting down on the bed from the other side, also naked, also very, very ready for me. I stretch out a hand, gripping his cock. He groans and adjusts his position so it's more comfortable for both of us. Frost kneels next to my hips, his knees touching my skin. Even this simple, accidental touch makes my skin burst into flames. He's supposed to be the water Guardian, but his touch is full of heat.
He leans forward and takes my right nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. I gasp as pain mixes with pleasure, and he takes it as encouragement to do it again. With one hand, he massages my breast while the other has somehow made its way down and is gently rubbing my bud, sending tiny shockwaves deep inside, making my inner walls contract around Storm.
His thrusts are getting harder now that he's made sure that I can take it. Every time he slams into me, I slide my hand along Arc's cock, his groans mixing with mine.
Storm grips my thighs and pulls them up, widening his access. His eyes are half closed and he's breathing heavily, just like me, just like the others. All of us are united in the pleasure that's lifting us away from reality and into a state of blissful separation from our duties and worries.
"What are you doing to me!" Storm suddenly shouts and I look at him in shock, wondering if I did something wrong. But he's smiling at me when he sees my confusion. "I used to think I had stamina, but you... I can't hold out much longer."
"Then let go," I whisper hoarsely. "Don't hold back."
He looks deep into my eyes, his pupils shrunk to pinpricks surrounded by fire. Then he nods, as if he's giving permission both to himself and to me, and plunges back into me with one hard thrust, making me arch my back and grip Arc's cock tightly.
My other hand is suddenly gripped by Frost's and he holds me tight as his brother fucks me. Storm really is letting go of all restraints, gripping my thighs so tightly it hurts. But it's a good pain. One that I welcome as it mixes with the sensations of all three Guardians loving my body. Loving me.
With one final thrust, Storm comes in me, making my inner walls shudder and contract hard against his cock. He releases my legs but stays inside me, quivering. He's looking at me with a strange expression, but before I can think any more about it, he leans forward and pulls me up, his lips meeting mine. His taste is salty from the tiny beads of sweat that have collected above his upper lip. Somehow, that makes it even better.
I kiss him hard, wrapping my arms around him, holding him close.
