“You can take it.”
He gave me a moment, before pushing up another inch. I was impossibly full, taking his thick cock that was bigger than anything else I’d ever tried before. I hoped he wasn’t expecting me to take the knot, too, because that thing had to be larger than Kirin’s cock.
“Too big,” I whined again, letting out a low keening sound when a tongue licked around where Bennett and I were joined.
Damn Abraxas and his forked snake tongue. His ministrations relaxed me and I’d taken the thickest part of him, so the rest did eventually slide. My pussy rested against his knot and I let out a sigh of relief. “Good girl,” Bennett growled. “You took it all.”
I was about to be proud of myself when I felt the head of Abraxas’ cock press back into my ass. “No fucking way,” I gasped.
“You can take him too. Are you OK trying?”
Biting my lip, I was half tempted to tell him no. But where was the harm? I was already fuller than I’d thought possible — they’d made it happen, and they hadn’t let it hurt for me. Any lingering soreness wouldn’t last for long, anyway. I’d die after this.
“Fuck me, Abby,” I said after my brief deliberation, and he groaned.
“He’s going to come as soon as he hits home inside you,” Bennett said into my ear, holding me perfectly still on him. “But he can come again. Sometimes up to six times. It’s some kind of basilisk thing, because he doesn’t even go all limp and dopey like Waylon.”
The pixie certainly was limp and dopey, and Kirin was watching me while using his ass. I flushed under the attention. Bennett’s hand had taken over jerking Zan off while I was distracted, but I had every intention of having him come in my mouth once I had the spoons to think again.
Centimetre by centimetre, Abraxas pushed his cock into me. Just when I was going to back out and tell them I couldn’t take it anymore, that it was too much despite not being painful, he stopped.
My breath hitched.
“Is he in?” I whispered.
“Oh, he’s in.”
The sound I let out was a cross between a sob and a moan. “How are we supposed to move like this? Everything is so tight.”
“Slowly. Carefully. There won’t be anything rough while we’re taking you like this, it’ll only be Abby and I moving alternately in and out of you,” Bennett explained.
His calloused hands on my hips lifted me off his length, leaving only Abraxas inside me. When I slid back down onto Bennett, Abby pulled out and whimpered. He pushed back in with vigour, bending over my back and trembling as he cried out. More cum filled my ass, a sweet tropical scent permeating the air. His body was warmer than I’d ever felt it, Abraxas’ cold-blooded nature doing nothing against the intensity of this moment.
“Fuck, I need to see that cum leaking out of her,” Kirin grunted.
The orc placed a hand on my back to lean me forward, pushing Abraxas the other way to get a good look at the point of our joining. The basilisk hissed, displeased at the intrusion. Both men currently inside me were acting more like possessive beasts than men, and somehow I found it ridiculously hot.
“You’ll have more to see when we’re done here,” Bennett said, grunting. “Now let us fuck her. My cock is aching to come.”
Kirin grumbled and moved back. Waylon was half-asleep and staring at us with hazy eyes, but his cock had stiffened again. It seemed unrealistic that he might come again, but they weren’t human. Different rules may apply.
Bennett started to fuck me again, Abraxas quickly catching on to the rhythm. One in, the other out. Over and over. I beckoned Zan to me and placed his cock on my tongue. “You’re going to have to fuck my mouth a little. I don’t think I can focus enough to suck you.”
To prove my point, Bennett shoved me back down on his cock with a little more force than before and my entire body pulsed. Zan would be nervous about hurting me, so I doubted he would trigger a panic by fucking my mouth. Luckily, he’d been teased enough by Kirin’s hand and mine and Bennett’s mouths that I doubted he needed finesse to come either.
“Fuck, birdie,” Bennett said.
His grip on me was tightening almost painfully, every sound coming out of him as some form of a growl. The knot at the base of his cock throbbed against my clit every time he thrust up into me, and if I wasn’t mistaken, his body hair was thicker. Even more than I’d noticed before.
An orgasm was sneaking up on me, taunting me by being out of reach and giving me no guidance on how to get there. This was too much for me to come. I neededless, which wasn’t something I ever thought I’d say. Usually what I needed was more. Abraxas’ hand snuck around my front to rub my clit, and I instantly tensed and released, riding the wave of an orgasm that hit me like a runaway carriage.
So much for less. I had needed more after all.
Every man groaned as I screamed and sobbed around Zan’s cock, my legs trembling from the pressure. No one stopped, though. They kept fucking me, mouth and ass and pussy, and Kirin had wrapped his hand around Waylon’s cock, hoping to wring one more orgasm out of his little sex toy.
Abby’s fingers stayed on my clit, and I once again wasn’t sure I could handle what they were giving me.
Would I come again?
