Page 115 of Fighting for Her Heart

“May I offer a suggestion?” Zuben asks and I reach up to kiss him gently.

“Of course.”

“My cock is quite long,” Zuben says, his eyes full of thought.

“Braggart,” Ryker says, but then laughs. “Go on.”

“I propose that I position myself here.” He moves to the edge of the bench we’re on. “We can position Ember this way.” He shifts me to face away from him. “And I will enter her asshole.”

My body quivers in anticipation.

“Then one of you can enter her pussy and the other can position himself to—”

“I’ll take her mouth,” Ryker says quickly. “If you think you can take Axe in your cunt again so soon. And if he’s ready.”

Axe growls. “Around Ember, I’m always ready.”

“I see that?” Ryker laughs. “That thing looks fucking angry.”

Axe laughs. “Angry is not at all how it feels.”

“How does it feel?” I ask, taking in the look of it, so rigid and thick, more come already oozing out of its tip.

“What’s the right word…” Axe leans toward me and looks deep into my eyes. “Eager? Excited?Hungry.” The last word comes out on a growl and he kisses me deeply. Zuben’s stiff cock shifts against my ass and the water changes again. The shower from above us stops, and a waterfall-like feature starts to tumble down the far wall. It’s more background sound now than shower and the room fills with warm steam.

“Figured we’re wet enough,” Ryker says.

“I sure am.” I stroke my fingers down toward my sex, but Ryker catches them, replacing them with his own, and he plunges them inside me as he helps adjust my position over Zuben’s lap.

“Oh!” My head tips back against Zuben’s chest.

“We should use lots of lubrication.” Ryker’s fangs spring out. He pierces his wrist, and then paints the fingers of his other hand before pressing them inside me again.

Axe follows suit, slicing open his wrist and dripping blood down onto my sex as Ryker’s fingers move inside me.

Zuben licks my throat.

“Yes.” I hiss.

Zuben plunges his fangs into my neck, but doesn’t drink. Instead he leaves the wounds bleeding.

Axe steps up onto the bench beside us and rubs his stiff cock in the blood dripping from my throat, groaning and growling at the clear stimulation.

“Quick,” he says to Zuben. “I need to be inside her soon.”

Zuben lifts me, and I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can smell his blood and then feel it, as the tip of his stiff cock presses against my asshole, hot and covered in blood.

“Yes. Now. Please.” I can barely breathe as Zuben lowers me slowly onto his cock and my body adjusts. Then he leans back slightly as Axe shifts his big body to position himself with his cock at my entrance.

“Ready?” Axe asks, his voice hoarse. “Cause we’ve established that slow doesn’t work with us.”

“Ready.” Unable to see his face from this angle, I stroke his rippling back as he thrust hard and his cock drives inside me a few inches and then stops.

Zuben thrusts up, pushing further into me slowly, as my body adjusts to Axe. Then Zuben stops and Axe thrusts again.

I grip onto Axe’s body. My eyes close and my mouth opens as I absorb the double intrusions that leave me feeling more full, more satisfied than I ever thought possible.

They continue to work their way into me, going slow, taking turns, until I can feel Zuben’s thighs against my ass, and Axe feels like he’s in as deep as he’s ever been.