Page 51 of Empire of Carnage
“Oh fuck yeah, sunshine,” Mateo breathed out underneath me, one set of fingers still digging into my hips tightly while the others continued to torment the bundle of nerves full of heat between my thighs. “You’re squeezing my cock so good.”
Just as he said it, he put all his power into one final thrust, painting my insides with his hot, sticky release. I was breathing heavily, drops of sweat running down the side of my face while Ronan thrusted in and out of my ass slowly and methodically.
“How are you not done yet?” I asked, looking back at him, his hand still positioned around my throat but in a gentle hold.
“Done? I plan on being inside you for so long that our bodies fuse together, and they’ll have to medically separate us.” I started to laugh but he pulled me off Mateo, the sudden odd feeling of still being full in one hole but not the other always left a confusing need.
“More,” I begged just as Ronan pulled me with him, sitting back against the headboard of the bed, spreading my legs apart.
Mateo’s cum dripped out of me, coating the base of Ronan’s cock while he guided my hips against him slowly. That’s when I noticed Santos had been standing a few feet away watching this whole time. He stroked his pierced shaft up and down, his fingers purposefully hitting each bar every time he moved his hand.
He was a brown fucking God and I wanted to lick every scar on his beautiful body. Ronan’s hand traveled down, his fingers rubbing me while he taunted my puckered hole with his thick length. I moaned, another sharp bolt of pleasure striking my core while he played in mine and Mateo’s cum.
“Ven a mi,” I demanded, shifting my eyes back to Santos.
He obeyed silently.
I reached out, my fingers tracing over each fucked up scar from wounds that had been barbarically reopened multiple times. He let out a stuttered breath. Ronan curved his fingers entering me and moving in and out of me. I reached up, clutching Santos’ forearms.
“Oh… Oh God,” I moaned just as Ronan adjusted us into a more reclined position so that Santos could climb on top.
One fist firmly planted into the mattress while another hand explored my naked body humming in approval as his fingers twirled my nipples between them. Ronan’s fingers moved away to make room.
I gasped, feeling him position the tip of his cock at my entrance.
His chest pressed against mine, forcing me harder against Ronan. And then he entered me, each delicious inch of his throbbing erection slid inside me with ease. Each bar of his piercing pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm from the sensation.
“Oh fuck.” Ronan groaned. “I can feel your piercings.”
“Shit, that’s so fucking hot, talk dirty to each other,” I whined needily.
Santos chuckled, like he knew the power his mecha-cock had.
“You gonna come from my cock rubbing up against yours Zerkos?” He was challenging him, which made me realize they were in a better place than when they had left.
Something happened while they were gone.
They’d somehow healed.
“Please” I moaned, feeling my overspent body climbing to try for one more orgasm like it hadn’t already run a marathon’s worth of them.
I reached down, finding my clit still sensitive and swollen but desperate for that friction I craved that I knew would send me right over the edge. I made slow circles, relishing in the feeling of the two of them moving against each other inside me until I could no longer contain it.
My climax burst out of me like a riptide, swallowing up everything in its way as I fought for an opportunity to breathe in between filling my lungs with sea water. Violent and potent, leaving me deaf to all sounds around me momentarily.
“Fuck.” Ronan gripped me tight, emptying his release inside of me and pumping me full of his cum as if my orgasm had taken him with me as well.
He moved my hair out of the way and turned my chin to the side, exposing the side of my neck to his mouth. His tongue dragged against my flesh, licking the salty sweat from my skin before he slowly pulled out of me. I shuddered, my body still convulsing in tremors from the powerful aftershocks of the full body orgasm they wrung out of me.
Ronan rolled away and just as I moved to get out from under Santos, he gripped me tight and stood from the bed, keeping me impaled on his steel adorned length. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, feeling him deeper inside of me as he walked me over to my private bathroom.
“I’m not done with you yet, morena,” he whispered into my ear, opening the door.
I held his face in my palms while he toyed with the shower controls, and once his eyes found their way back to me, I pressed my lips against his. It was tender, far sweeter than I would have thought possible for two people raised on violence and death. He walked us under the hot stream of water, guiding my hips up and down his shaft in a slow and torturous rhythm.
“I don’t think I can come anymore.” It felt impossible, there were literally no fucks left inside of me and he was still trying to draw them out somehow.
“Is that a challenge?” He smirked pushing me against the cold tile wall.
