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VIOLET

I lay on my back, heart pounding, every nerve ending raw with anticipation. The air in the room felt thick, charged with something dark and electric, wrapping around me like invisible threads. My wrists rested above my head, held lightly in Quinn’s grip—not tight, not restraining, but enough to remind me that I wasn’t going anywhere.

I swallowed hard.

Kenji stood at the foot of the bed, watching me with that unreadable, heavy-lidded gaze, like a predator assessing its prey. Even from a distance, his presence pinned me down, commanding without a single word.

Nicholas climbed on the bed and dragged my skirt and panties down my legs, revealing goosebumps on my bare skin. His fingers dragged slowly up the inside of my right thigh, spreading warmth in their wake. “You’re tense, Princess” he murmured, the edge of a smirk curling his lips. “Are you nervous?”

I wasn’t nervous. I was burning alive.

Quinn briefly released my wrists to let Nicholas take off my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and when they realized, the air in the room grew even thicker. It was getting hard to breathe.

Nicholas didn’t wait. He shoved my thighs apart, exhaling a sharp breath at what he saw. “Fuck” he muttered. His fingers traced a slow, teasing path along my wet pussy. “Already such a mess for us. And we haven’t even started.”

I bit back a whimper, hips jerking instinctively toward his touch.

But Kenji’s grip was immediate—tightening on my jaw, forcing my chin up until our eyes met.

“Be still” he ordered, voice low, deadly soft. “What is it that you want?”

The weight of his gaze was suffocating. I wanted to shrink under it. I wanted to rebel against it. I wanted to melt into it completely.

“You” I breathed, before licking his thumb. “Wasn’t it clear?”

His eyes grew darker as he slowly leaned in, hand still locked in place. “Be specific. You teased us, hmm? Now, own it and tell us what you want.”

“You’re the director.” I bit my lips. “You pick.”

Provoking him was a dangerous game, one I couldn’t get enough of. The thrill it sent coursing through my body made me feel high.

Kenji’s hand traveled down my throat and halted over my chest. His fingers teased a nipple, brushing it gently. Then they pinched it hard. “No, Violet, you pick” he murmured, twisting my flesh in a way that made me squirm in both pleasure and pain. “Because if I do, you won’t leave this room on your legs, tomorrow.”

The threat felt more like a promise. “Maybe it’s exactly what I want.”

"Stop being a brat," he inched so close his breath caressed my mouth, "and tell us what you want."

A part of me wanted to keep teasing him until the end of time, but I was already on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. I needed them. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Okay, fine. I was thinking…” My gaze shifted to Nicholas. It had seemed like a great idea until a moment earlier. Now that it was time to speak it out loud, though, I was starting to change my mind. “Never mind. How about—”

“Say it.” He squeezed my thigh, tingles running straight to my core. “Don’t even fucking think about not finishing that sentence.”

I shook my head, shame sending a rush of heat underneath the skin of my neck. “No.”

“Yes. Now.”

“Come on, love” Quinn murmured, soft fingers still holding my hands in place. “I know you want to tell us. Don’t hold back.”

Kenji, standing at the foot of the bed, tilted his head. “Go ahead. Say it.”

I hesitated. A part of me was scared of what they were going to think, of what was going to happen if I let myself be sincere with them. But I trusted them, didn’t I? Being so doubtful didn’t make any sense.

“A while ago, you said you wanted to do something to me” I muttered, looking at Nicholas. “But I told you no. I think I… I might have changed my mind.” I swallowed. “Can we try?”

A low, deep rumble echoed from his chest as he slowly crawled on the mattress, getting closer. “Say it. Can we try what?”

“Nicholas…”

“Can we try what?”

I drew in a sharp breath, Quinn’s touch on my skin giving me enough strength and courage to utter the following words. “Can you eat me out?”

“About fucking time” he grumbled, a feral edge to his gaze as he lay on his stomach, staring at me from below. His eyebrow piercing glinted in the semidarkness. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Just tell me.”

I doubted I would. I’d never felt safer, more protected… more turned on. And while I still felt a little insecure, the need to feel his mouth between my thighs quietened the rest.

“I’ll tell you” I whispered. “Promised.”

He looped his arms around my thighs and pulled me closer to him, the movement so sudden it tore a squeal from my throat.

“Keep holding her arms” Kenji instructed, as he sat on the edge of the bed, right next to me. “Don’t let her squirm too much” he murmured, one hand squeezing my throat gently, the other rubbing a nipple in a way that made me want to arch my back. “I want her nice and still.”

“Yeah, don’t let her move” Nicholas chimed in. “I want her to enjoy this as much as possible.”

His breath was hot against my inner thigh, so close, so teasing, but not where I needed him. Not yet.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, the sound rich with dark amusement, vibrating against my skin and making me shudder. "You were so against the idea" he murmured, lips brushing against my inner thigh, "let's see if I can change your mind."

And then—then I felt it. His tongue.

Hot, soft, wet, dragging between my folds in a slow, unhurried stroke, like he was savoring the moment, like he had all the time in the world to unravel me. My breath hitched. My spine tensed. My fingers clenched around nothing, nails digging into the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground myself. God. I wasn’t prepared. I thought I knew what to expect—after all, I’d imagined this moment before, in secret, in shameful fantasies that left me aching and restless in the dark—but this? This was so much more. The thought had taunted me from the first time he had proposed to me, even if fear had taken over the desire.

Nicholas groaned against me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "Oh, she likes it" he said, smug and satisfied, before he did it again, and again, and again, each slow stroke making me tremble, making something deep inside me crack open.

I gasped, hips jerking as his mouth latched onto my clit, sucking just enough to make my vision blur, to make me feel lightheaded from sheer want. My whole body burned—with heat, with pleasure, with the unbearable realization that I wanted more, needed more. And it terrified me.

I had spent so long denying myself this, so long believing I wasn't allowed to want, to take. But as Nicholas growled against me, as Quinn's grip on my wrists tightened, as Kenji hummed in approval from somewhere nearby, I felt it—something breaking loose inside me, something dark and hungry and desperate.

Nicholas's tongue circled, teased, then flicked faster, relentless, precise, like he already knew what would ruin me. My thighs clenched around his head, but he didn't stop. Didn't even falter.

I was trembling now, twisting, trying to escape and chase the pleasure all at once.

Kenji chuckled, the sound dark against my ear. His fingers kept pinching and rubbing my nipple just right. “Already falling apart? We’ve barely started.”

I whimpered, heat flooding my face. “I—” I couldn’t form words. I had nothing in my head but the overpowering sensations filling every inch of my body.

Quinn shifted position to hold my wrists with just one hand, using the free one to tease my other nipple. His fingers were gentler than Kenji’s, yet they still managed to push me closer to the edge. “You’re doing so well, love.”

Then Nicholas sucked, hard, his tongue relentless, his lips sealing around me with a hunger that sent fire coursing through my veins. My entire body arched in response, instinct taking over, a raw, helpless reaction to the unbearable pleasure surging through me. God. It was too much, too good, too overwhelming.

My back arched off the bed as a sharp, helpless cry tore from my throat, my fingers clawing at the sheets, at his hair, at anything to ground myself against the bliss. God. God. My thighs trembled around his head, my stomach tightening, my mind unravelling with every flick of his tongue, every devastating pull of his mouth. I was losing myself, coming apart, drowning in the heat of it, in him—and I never wanted to be found again.

He was relentless, tongue flicking, stroking, circling, not leaving me a moment to catch my breath. "So sweet" he grumbled. Two fingers slipped inside me, curling just right.

“Nicholas—” My voice was barely a whisper, ragged, wrecked, my own name lost to me as I tried to cling to something, anything.

My body shattered around him, the orgasm hitting me so suddenly and so hard I saw dots of white exploding in my field of vision, my thighs squeezing around his head as a reflex. The jolts of ecstasy coursing through my nervous system were so strong my body was convulsing, forcing Quinn and Kenji to hold me down. A desperate sound—half moan, half sob—ripped from my throat.

Fuck. That had been—

I couldn’t even finish my thought. The pleasure had shattered me, reduced me to nothing but raw sensation, and yet, Nicholas didn’t stop.

He knew I’d come—I could see it in the glint of dark amusement in his eyes, in the wicked curl of his lips as he looked up at me from between my trembling legs. He knew, and he didn't give me a second to recover.

With a slow, deliberate stroke of his flattened tongue, he kept going, dragging it over my oversensitive clit, ignoring my desperate whimpers, my shaking limbs, the way my fingers clawed uselessly at Quinn’s forearm.

I was wrecked, trembling, helpless against him.

Nicholas groaned against me, the vibrations sparking something deep inside me that made my vision go white at the edges. “Look at you,” he murmured against my slick heat, his voice laced with nothing but sinful satisfaction. “Fucking perfect.”

Pleasure struck fast, violent, the aftershocks of my first orgasm bleeding into another, then another, until my entire body was writhing, trapped in a relentless loop. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't slow it down. I could only drown in it, a willing sacrifice to their hands, their mouths, their hunger.

By the time I was sobbing through the third orgasm, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes from sheer overstimulation, I felt Kenji's hand wrap around my throat—not hard, just firm, just enough to hold me there, keep me grounded, remind me who was in control.

Quinn’s lips brushed the shell of my ear, his voice soft, teasing, and filled with the kind of dark promise that sent a new wave of heat rushing through me.

“You can take more.”

Nicholas lifted his head, lips shining with my arousal, pupils blown wide. He pulled himself up, hips pressing my thighs even more open. “You do, right?”

My breath hitched. I tried to shake my head.

Kenji’s fingers curled around my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Tell us the truth.”

My lips parted. My voice trembled, but the answer was already there, ready to fall from my tongue. When it came to them, nothing was ever enough.

“More. I…” I swallowed. “I need you inside. All of you.”

Quinn kissed my temple. “As you wish, love.”

???

Kenji lay down on his back and pulled me onto his lap, hands firm on my hips, guiding me over the head of his cock with excruciating slowness. A sharp breath hitched in my throat, anticipation hot and tight in my stomach. I could feel the thick, unyielding press of him against my soaked, aching pussy, teasing, stretching, claiming me inch by inch until he was buried so deep, I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

"Quinn, you take her from behind" he ordered, staring at me from below, eyes half closed. Pure lust and need burned in them. "Stay still, Violet."

His grip was possessive, commanding, holding me in place as he filled me completely, every nerve in my body set alight, every muscle tensed in pleasure so sharp it stole my breath.

Behind me, Quinn's fingers traced the curve of my spine, featherlight, teasing, before settling on my waist, gripping firmly as he pulled me back against him. His touch was different—soothing, worshipping, but no less possessive as he spread me wider, correcting my position, making sure I was exactly where he needed me to be. He was careful, patient, waiting for me to adjust, waiting for the moment my body melted into his hands; then, he pushed forward, slow, deep, his cock stretching me impossibly full—it had me trembling, gasping, my body caught between them with nowhere to run, to escape from the dizzying pleasure coiling tighter with every small movement.

Nicholas knelt on the bed next to me, naked, his hard length pointing in my direction. His fingers tilted my chin up, eyes dark and expectant. “Open” he said, his voice thick with command, with praise, with a hunger that sent another pulse of heat straight between my legs.

I wanted nothing more than to comply, but I hesitated. “I thought…” I looked down at Kenji, then over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of Quinn, then back at Nicholas. “I want you all inside” I repeated, voice low, trembling. “Please.”

“We’ll get to that, love” Quinn murmured, hands caressing my back. “It requires… preparation. The last thing we want to do is hurt you.”

“But I can take it” I whined, hips unintentionally rocking a little to try and ease the pressure in my core. “Please.”

“No.” Kenji’s voice was sharp, final. “You’d get hurt.”

My eyes darted back to Nicholas. “Please.”

“You wanted to suck my cock” he murmured, thumb hooking my lower lip to pull it down. “Didn’t you?”

I nodded. It was the truth: I’d wanted to taste him so badly, yet he’d denied me. I guessed we were even.

“Then open” he commanded again, and this time, I obeyed.

Slowly, I parted my lips, the anticipation thrumming through me like an electric current, as the taste of him on my tongue sent a shiver down my spine. Inch by inch, I sucked his cock in, rolling my tongue around the swollen tip, moving my mouth back and forth along his length. The deep, feral noise coming from his chest caused a pang of pride to shoot through me. I was making him feel good. It was an ecstatic sensation. I was the one unraveling him. The one making his control slip, forcing those sounds from his lips. The thought sent a rush of warmth pooling deep in my belly.

I moved slowly at first, dragging my tongue along every ridge, every sensitive spot, memorizing what made him tense, what made his fingers tighten in my hair. But soon, the slow, teasing rhythm wasn’t enough. His hips jerked slightly, his breath turning ragged, and I felt the raw desperation in the way he held himself back, the barely restrained hunger crackling between us like a live wire.

A deep, feral noise rumbled from his chest, vibrating through his body and into mine, and I swore I could feel it everywhere. The power of it. The power of knowing I could undo him like this. It sent a dizzying wave of pleasure through me, a sensation so intoxicating it made me press my thighs together, made my own need pulse hotter, heavier.

I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, losing myself in the rhythm, in the way he gasped my name between clenched teeth, in the way his muscles tensed beneath my hands. I wanted more. I wanted him to lose himself completely—to let go, to give in to me as much as I was giving in to him.

Kenji and Quinn started pushing and then pulling, the stretch and friction in my pussy making me arch my back and grasp Nicholas’s hips for stability. He shoved his cock deeper into my mouth, and I moaned, the sound coming out broken and muffled.

Pleasure crashed over me in waves, raw, endless, consuming. I tried rocking my hips to meet my boys’ pace, but Kenji locked me in place. His voice, low and controlled even though he was pounding into me, cut through the haze clouding my mind. “Slowly” he muttered, hands tightening on my waist. “Let us guide you.”

I did as I was told, surrendering completely to their control, letting the rhythm of their touch, their presence, their hands, their voices consume me whole. Every shift of my body was met with a firm grip, steadying me, keeping me exactly where they wanted me. Every breathless gasp, every broken moan that escaped my lips, was answered with murmured praise, whispered encouragements that only made me sink deeper into this intoxicating heat that surrounded me, threatened to drown me—and yet, I never wanted to come up for air.

“That’s it, love” Quinn murmured, fingers digging into my ass as he slid back and forth, his voice laced with something tender, yet dark. “You’re taking us so well.”

The words sent a violent shiver through me, every nerve ending sparking with unbearable pleasure. I tried to move, to take some control, but Kenji’s grip tightened on my hips, holding me still, keeping me in place. A warning.

“Stay” he ordered, his voice a quiet, dangerous promise. “Be a good girl.”

A needy whimper escaped my lips at the command, Nicholas’s cock quietening it almost completely. His fingers tilted my chin up just a little, forcing me to look at him, to see the hunger in his stormy blue eyes, the flicker of satisfaction that danced behind his smirk.

“Look at you” he groaned, voice shaky with pleasure as I kept sucking him deeper and deeper. His thumb grazed my lower lip, amusement dripping from his voice. “Taking all of us so perfectly.”

I barely had time to catch my breath before his fingers tangled into my hair, tugging my head to meet the movements of his pelvis. He was gentle, teasing, but the possessiveness in his grip sent another sharp pang of pleasure between my legs, making me clench hard.

Kenji groaned, Quinn cursed under his breath, and Nicholas only smirked wider.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he hissed, fingers pulling my hair just slightly. “You like being used like this, Princess?”

I couldn’t answer, couldn’t think past the pleasure that threatened to consume me whole. I was completely at their mercy, utterly surrounded, utterly ruined, and yet, I had never felt more safe, more wanted, more worshipped. I was theirs, and they knew it.

The pounding grew faster, more intense. I couldn’t move, couldn’t relieve the warmth pooling in my lower belly, a willing victim to Kenji and Quinn’s slow, heavenly torture.

I started sucking Nicholas’s cock harder—the only control I had left. And feeling him twitch and tremble, coming undone under the strokes of my tongue just like he’d done with me earlier, made me feel powerful. And so I licked, sucked, dragged my teeth lightly along his length, fingernails digging into his hips every time my two other boys changed rhythm or pushed their cocks a little deeper, brushing a hidden spot that made me vibrate with pleasure.

“Princess” Nicholas groaned. “I’m close.”

There was a warning edge to his tone, but I simply looked at him from below, ignoring my gag reflex to take him even deeper.

He pulled my head back. “I’m going to come into your mouth if you don’t stop.”

I didn’t care. No—Not even that. I wanted it. I wanted to take everything they had to offer me. They were my boys. I loved them.

I latched onto him, sucking hard, my watery eyes never leaving his.

He came not even three seconds later, hot, thick spurts of cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat, his hands pulling my hair as he trembled.

“Fucking hell” he panted, his cock slipping out of my aching mouth and letting me swallow. “What a good girl you are, Princess.”

He leaned in to kiss me, mouth greedy, but soon I got too distracted to kiss him back—the heat in my lower belly was growing, the pleasure mounting more and more with each deep thrust from Kenji and Quinn, their pace inexorable, perfectly balanced.

A whimper escaped my lips. The next thing I knew, my orgasm exploded from within, making my cunt spasm in pleasurable after pleasurable wave, mind foggy and body thrashing with the last jolts of bliss.

Quinn came mere seconds later, and Kenji followed right after, both of them filling me with cum to the brim. I felt fat drops of it roll down my thighs as I let my exhausted body collapse on top of Kenji.

For a while, we remained still, silent, a tangle of sweaty, spent bodies, heavy breathing echoing in the room. Kenji was a solid presence beneath me, arms wrapped around my lower back; Quinn lay to my left, fingernails softly scratching my scalp; Nicholas was on my right, tracing long, slow lines across my back.

I was in heaven. Not because of all the orgasms I’d experienced that night, or at least, not entirely. It was because of them. Because they loved me, and while they’d put it into words, they never failed to prove it to me. Because they were my home.

“I love you” I finally said, breath still ragged. “I love you all so much.”

As they answered, I realized not all changes were bad. A change had brought me power when, for all my life, I’d known nothing but passive submission. A change had led me to find my place in the world. A change had given me them, my boys, the loves of my life.

Slowly, a smile tugged at my lips.

The Nucleus power might have ignited my magic, but them?

They had ignited my soul.