The pixie-demon was fully impaled, thighs trembling. He probably hadn’t been stretched enough to take Kirin’s cock, but he relished the discomfort. “Should be,” Abraxas said, moving to his full height again.
Reaching down, he stroked his cock a few times, looking pained as he did, and then used the same hand to jerk Waylon’s cock. His slick natural lube coated the length. He’d lubed my hole with his fluids while he’d been stretching me, and I felt ready.
Well, ready as I’d ever be. I sucked in a breath when Bennett picked me up as if I was light as a feather. While he held me above Waylon’s trembling from, Abraxas’ hand slid down to position us properly. I released an involuntary whine when the head of his cock pressed against my hole, and Bennett pressed a soothing kiss against my temple.
“You can take it, birdie.”
His encouragement had me letting go of a breath and sliding down, his hands half-supporting my weight. I was full in a way I’d never been before, but oddly empty at the same time. Within two seconds of having Waylon’s cock in my ass, I was tempted to try it again with Bennett’s cock in my pussy at the same time.
My soft moan was overshadowed by Waylon’s wail, his body bucking and thrashing beneath me. If I didn’t know better, I’d be worried he didn’t want this. As it was, I simply pulled my hips up again, slamming them back down until my ass met his upper thighs. Vaguely, I felt Kirin moving below him, both of us causing a ton of pleasure for Waylon.
Too much, apparently.
I felt his cock jerk in me, warm cum spilling out of my tight hole around his cock. With a grin I went to pull myself off, but Bennett held me down. “Keep riding him,” he said, staring at the pixie over my shoulder. “You’re not ready yet to have Abraxas in your ass, and he loves being milked dry when he’s all oversensitive.”
Nodding shakily, I did as I was told. His length briefly softened, and I had to keep my bouncing shallow to keep him inside me. It wasn’t long before he was hard again and Kirin took it upon himself to pound up into his ass. Waylon came again faster than I thought was possible, his eyes rolling back in his head.
This time, Bennett pulled me off and sat down on the couch beside where Waylon was still impaled on Kirin’s cock. He was sweating and limp, but the orc was lazily pumping up into him like he was a cock sleeve meant to be used. Bennett pulled me down to sit on his lap, Zan hovering beside us now and fidgeting like he wanted to be touched.
“Make yourself solid,” I urged him.
I was distracted by Bennett rubbing his length along my soaking wet pussy, but focused my attention on the ghost again when his hard, solid cock was waving in front of my face. My usual fear of ghosts wasn’t present, and I didn’t know if it was because we’d done this before, or because my brain wasn’t functioning as normal in the haze of lust. Either way, I would take it.
Leaning forward I traced my tongue along his length and listened to his gasp. The way his hair flopped in front of his eyes was adorable, and I wished I could run my hands through it to hold it back. I wanted him to watch me do this to him. I startled when Bennett’s tongue caressed mine along Zan’s length, groaning when we kissed around the tip.
“You might be distracted, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of him,” Bennett said.
There was the press of skin against my asshole, and I glanced back over my shoulder. Abraxas was there, pulling back his foreskin so it bunched around the base of him and revealed the overly soft, incredibly slick length of him. He moaned when he pressed the first centimetre inside me, and I fought not to tense.
Getting fucked in the ass by him wouldn’t hurt.
OK, it might. But only for a few seconds, and then I was sure I’d enjoy it like I had when it had been Waylon’s cock inside me.
“Pay as much attention to Zan’s cock as you can, birdie. I didn’t mean I’d do all the work, only pick up the slack.”
I turned back to him and slid the tip between my lips, suckling on it. He tasted like sweat and salt, nothing like the intense burst of flavour coating Abraxas’ cock. Which I was reminded of when he pushed another centimetre inside.
The stretch was intense. Bennett’s finger found my clit, rubbing it to get me out of my head and loosen me up. His ministrations worked, and Abraxas slid himself the rest of the way home until his supple, scaled balls rested against my ass. “Fuck,” I murmured, humming against Zan.
“You like being all full of his cock?”
“I don’t know how you’re going to fit too.”
“Slowly. Abby, fuck her to get her ready. I think it’s time for our little birdie to come before she gets stuffed full.”
He didn’t hold back. Unlike the control I had over taking Waylon’s length, I was helpless to take however much he gave me. Abraxas gave it all. Over and over again as Bennett’s fingers swirled my clit and plunged into my pussy. Like he’d anticipated, my attempt to suck Zan became a mess of me crying out around his cock, until I pulled back to shout into the rafters.
“Holy fucking shit!”
Bennett chuckled and they all paused, giving me a second to come down from the high. Even Kirin slowed down in his railing of a limp, rag doll-like Waylon. I’d never been a swearer in the bedroom, or a shouter. Apparently anal did that to me. Anal and enormous, fancy cocks.
“Are you ready for the real deal?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Abraxas pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss, still shocked by how much I’d liked it. My one attempt to play with the back door on my own had been uncomfortable and unpleasant, but I’d been doing it wrong. Wrong, how? I had no idea, but these men knew how to do it right. Lifting me again, his strength not waning in the slightest, Bennett hovered me over his cock and Abby maneuvered it into position. The first few centimetres were easy, but then I hit a point where I threw my head back and groaned.
“You’re too big.”
