Page 59 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
I’m reduced to nothing more than weak limbs as these three men have their way with me. As Sialen renews his force, he digs his nails into my thighs. It’s like he’s punishing me between my thighs, and all I can do is accept every single bit of it like a masochist. Rue’s teeth against my neck, his bulge in my hand. I slide my palm against him, pressing down hard so I, too, can feel the things he feels.
Styx’s fingers roam across my bare skin. He seems content enough to watch, to grind his erection against my ass. I feel him, too. Thick and warm and dripping, settled firmly beneath me. I want to be taken. I want to fall over the edge of bliss.
As if hearing my silent plea, Sialen takes my clit between his teeth and scrapes just hard enough to hurt. That’s all it takes for me to spiral out of control. I writhe against his mouth, bucking my hips faster and faster to prolong the sensation as much as I can. And Sialen is relentless. He tongues me faster, until he’s wrought every single emotion out of me, until I’m squeezing Rue’s dick so hard, I feel pleasure and pain down our bond. He takes everything from me. Everything. Rue’s groan of release is a tortured sound of delicious ecstasy. And when I feel like I can’t take anymore, Sialen pulls away and grips my hips. I can’t move, and I don’t protest as he lifts me up and impales my slick sex down on Styx’s cock.
A scream tears from my throat as every big delicious inch of him fills me to my core. Until he’s pressed so tightly and so far inside me, he touches that spot that makes me see stars. From this angle, I can feel every sharp inhale of his breath rasping against my back. I can feel the heat of his mouth against the back of my neck, and I can feel his hips lift to press deeper into me.
“Ride me, Alpha.” His voice is a plea, not a demand. He’s begging me to use him, to take my own pleasure against him. I lean forward, bracing my palms against Sialen’s shoulders for balance. He smiles and presses the softest of kisses to my lips while I lift my hips, pulling myself from Styx’s body until nothing but his tip is inside me. then I slam back down. I repeat this motion. My breasts bounce the faster I move, angling my body and rolling my hips to take my own pleasure, letting it shoot sparks through my nervous system.
Styx grips my hips from behind, but doesn’t do anything to control the movements. He lets me have my way. No matter how fast or slow I move, his groans vibrate against my back in the most delicious sensations.
My ass comes down against his thighs with stinging slaps that mingle in with the harsh sounds of our breathing. Sialen caresses my nipples, twisting and pulling until my whole mind is nothing more than a frenzy of scattered thoughts and desperation.
“She’s coming,” Rue groans, sliding his hand over my neck. I know he can feel my pulse banging against his palm. I feel his own response inside me, I feel his desire like it’s my own, and it just heightens everything inside me to painful proportions. “Fuck your omega harder, pretty Sekar. Use him how you need.”
His words push my body into action. Cries come out of me as I move, harder and harder, slamming and rolling until I feel myself riding the crest of that peak. Fingers strum my clit, sharp nails grazing it. I know it’s Rue’s without looking, and it’s what spirals me over the edge. I clamp down on Styx’s cock tightly, keeping us tethered together as he surges inside me, growling his orgasm out like a wild beast.
My sex tightens around Styx so hard, I feel and hear his pleasure as my body does something it’s never done in my entire life, giving me the most intense climax that carries out on wrathful waves.
The demanding energy consumes me like that for what feels like hours. When it doesn’t calm, I can hear the slamming of my heart. Of Rue’s heart.
And of Styx’s.
His slick release coats my sex as much as my own.
It’s what makes me glad I spelled myself years ago with a contraceptive. With all this sex I’m having, my ovaries would be in real fucking danger otherwise.
Always be thankful for the little things in life.
It takes a few minutes before my body relaxes and releases the hold my sex seems to have with his thick shaft.
Is that. . .some sort of female knotting? If it is. . .when can we do it again?
Now?
Before I can plan out my next mind-breaking orgasm, Styx pulls out of me and passes me onto Rue’s lap. His cock strains against the material of his pants, and I almost protest. I like sex as much as the next greedy witch, but they’re trying to ruin me.
Bless my Ouran High School Host Club heart.
“I need a break in between fuck sessions,” I tell him quietly. “With snacks. And wine.”
Rue chuckles against my skin but merely pulls me to his body, tucking me beneath his arm and holding me close. The gesture is comforting and peaceful. His hands press sensual caresses down my body that don’t speak of seduction but something else.
He presses a kiss against my temple and flicks my hair away from my shoulders. “Don’t worry, chère.” Imaginary hands slide over my body down our bond, purring with the delicious promise of more to come. Then his voice echoes in my head,When I take you to my bed, we will be alone, and I will devour every inch of your sweet pussy until tears sting your eyes. Only then will I fill you with my cock and make love to you and then fuck you.His fingers graze across my neck.And when your climax comes, I will sink my teeth into your neck until our souls rise together in crescendos of sensations and unite as one. The way we were always meant to be.He presses another kiss to my temple and whispers aloud against my skin, “Sleep, chère.”
And it’s to those erotic, romantic words that I fall to sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
“So, what are we?” I can’t help the question, but I need it more than just for petty insecurities. I need mundane talk to take my mind off of the danger I’m about to throw us all into in the upcoming hours.
Rue’s fingers are clasped tightly in between my own as we wander down the halls together, just as we have for the past two nights.
Two nights. That's as long as I’m willing to wait.
Lady of Death only knows what they’ve done to Kira while we buy our time looking like obedient little students and secretly plotting.
Each hour that passes, I force myself not to think about the pain my roommate must be experiencing. I force myself to find distractions.
