Page 113 of Fighting for Her Heart
I want to wash the men with my mitt too, but I’m quickly overwhelmed as all three of the men start stroking me, everywhere, both with the fluffy mitts and their bare hands. The combination of the soap and the water melts away not only all the dirt and grime and blood, but also all my tension.
I sigh as my legs are nudged gently apart, and I close my eyes in ecstasy, no longer certain or caring which one of them is touching me, or where, as they massage and soap my body.
And then I realize that I can detect each of their unique touches, even through the mittens, but especially through their bare hands. Their skin each has a unique texture, and the way they move their fingers is different too. Even through the mitt, each of the men vibrates on a different frequency, delivering their electric passion and almost reverent attention in their own way.
My legs—no, my entire body feels boneless now, and I realize I’m no longer standing on my own. The three of them are all holding me up as they stroke me, and I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt this relaxed or happy.
“She requires a vein.” Zuben’s voice drifts through my mind, barely audible over the falling water and the four strenuously beating hearts.
I sense his throat close to my lips.
Even if I wanted to open my eyes right now, I’m not sure I could, or if I could see once I did. I’m too consumed by bliss.
“We should all feed her,” Axe says.
“You two have been drained continuously without replenishment for several days,” Zuben argues. “You two must also feed, before more of your blood is withdrawn.”
“Good idea,” Ryker says.
“What is?” Zuben asks.
My body shifts, my limbs are moved, and I realize we’re now in a circle, my men holding me up in between them. Axe gently nudges my mouth toward Zuben’s throat.
Overwhelmed by my hunger, my fangs emerge and I plunge them into Zuben’s vein. A surge of pleasure and energy zaps into me and I wiggle myself higher against his body. The men’s hands and bodies adjust, along with my movement, keeping me suspended between them.
The flow of Zuben’s blood changes slightly and his body pulses. Then I realize that he’s dug his fangs into Axe. The taste and flow changes again as Axe bites into Ryker, and then I feel the hot moisture of Ryker’s lips near my throat.
“This okay, little dove?”
Unable to nod or answer, I find his cock and respond by stroking him.
His fangs plunge hard into my throat, completing the circle as we all feed at the same time.
I’ve always enjoyed feeding, thoroughly, but this is on an entirely different level. Power is surging through me as if I’m feeding from all three men at once, as if each of them is also feeding from me, and my energy builds exponentially.
My fingers tighten on Ryker’s cock and I stroke harder, my other hand reaching down to search out another hard rod.
But Ryker adjusts my position and drives into me from behind.
I gasp, and my fangs release from Zuben’s throat. He looks into my eyes with so much intensity and love I feel like his brown eyes are penetrating me. Penetrating me as deeply as Ryker’s cock that’s thrusting so fast and hard it’s like I’m hovering, pushed up by each rapid thrust, and needing no other support.
But I do have other support. I lean against the other two men and reach down to hold each of them in my hands. The power of Ryker’s thrusting, moves my hands along with the rest of me, and my fingers slide over Axe and Zuben’s slippery cocks as the water showers down from above, turning us into a moaning, writhing mass of sexual energy, as if all of us are fucking each other at once.
“My turn,” Zuben says, and without argument, Ryker lifts me off his cock. The men turn me in the air, Zuben grips my hips and within moments it’s my tall Egyptian’s long hard rod inside me, reaching different places than Ryker’s did, his skin stimulating me in different ways. Not better, just different. But the change somehow heightens the experience.
Leaning again, I take hold of Axe and Ryker, looking into Axe’s golden eyes as I work his cock with my fingers, and as Zuben pushes into me from behind.
Looking into Axe’s eyes I’m transported, no longer in a shower, but in a soft rainfall in the forest, so connected to him, even though it’s Zuben inside me. So connected to all three of the men.
Axe’s gaze flits away for a split second. “Now,” he says.
And again I’m lifted and shifted, this time facing away from Axe and feeling his thick member threatening my entrance.
“She’s not ready,” he says.
“I am, though.” My voice is hoarse, unrecognizable as I take hold of Zuben and Ryker, finding Zuben’s cock still slick with my juices.
Axe supports my body with one arm strapped around my hips, as he stretches me with his fingers. And then all three men work together to push me down onto Axe’s thick cock.
