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Story: Obsidian Dreams

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M y cock throbs painfully in my hand as I watch Shadow and Blade with Red. The sight of her writhing between them sends heat coursing through my veins, my body begging for release. I step closer, my patience worn thin, growling in frustration. "Come on, it’s my turn!"

Red giggles softly, her body still trembling as Blade nudges me with a smirk. But instead of stepping aside, he grabs my arm before I can get any closer. “This is what you get for starting without us,” he says, his voice low and teasing. “Now you’re going to watch Shadow make her come first.”

I grin, biting back my impatience as our eyes fall on Red’s writhing form. She’s bound to the chair, her hips pushing desperately back into Shadow’s face as he devours her with a groan. Her breathless cries fill the room, her need palpable.

“I can’t wait to taste her,” I mutter under my breath, gripping my cock in frustration. Blade chuckles beside me, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches the scene unfold .

“Please!” Red’s voice breaks through the tension, her head thrown back as she gasps for air. Her body shakes as she teeters on the edge, her entire being focused on the pleasure Shadow is drawing out of her. And then, with one last groan, Shadow pushes her over the edge. Her scream echoes through the room as she comes, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Without wasting a moment, I take my place in front of her, shoving my cock into her mouth as she’s still gasping from her orgasm. Her lips wrap around me with a muffled groan, her tongue eager and warm as it moves over me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck, babe,” I groan, my hips rocking forward as I push deeper into her. Her mouth is soft, wet, and perfect. Each flick of her tongue only heightens the need pulsing through me.

Shadow pulls back, his face glistening as he steps away from her trembling form. “Your turn,” he says with a smirk, patting Blade on the back.

“Damn right. I’m going to make this pussy mine,” Blade growls, taking his place behind her. His hands splay possessively over her flushed ass, the red marks from earlier spankings standing out against her pale skin. He takes his time, teasing her with light touches, his fingers grazing over her soaked pussy, making her gasp and squirm beneath him.

My cock throbs harder at the sight of her—helpless, bound, and desperate for more. Her soft moans vibrate against me as Blade works her from behind, her body responding to his every touch.

"Jesus," I breathe out, barely holding on as the pleasure builds. Blade finally takes her, fully enveloping his cock, his hips moving slowly, deliberately. Each thrust is calculated, pushing her to the brink, her cries muffled by my cock. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin fills the room .

My heart races, the sight of Blade pounding into her sending me closer to the edge. Her lips tighten around me, her tongue working faster as her body trembles between us. She’s so close, I can feel it in the way she moves, the way her breathing hitches and her muscles tense.

"I’m close," I gasp, my voice thick with need. Blade glances at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he drives into her harder, one last thrust pushing her over the edge.

She screams around me, her body convulsing as she comes again, the sensation sending me over the edge right with her. I groan, my body shuddering as I release into her mouth, the pleasure so intense I can barely breathe.

Shadow, ever the voyeur, strokes himself beside us, watching with a hungry gaze. As we both finish, he spills himself over her back, his groans mixing with ours.

Blade pulls out, laying a soft smack on Red’s ass, her body slumping against the chair, utterly spent. I pull out of her mouth slowly, savoring the last moment of pleasure as I step back, catching my breath.

“That was worth the wait,” I say with a triumphant grin, my eyes darting between Blade and Shadow.

Shadow chuckles, running a hand through Red’s hair in a surprisingly tender gesture, making her purr in contentment. Blade wipes the sweat from his brow, his eyes still fixed on her.

“Definitely,” Blade agrees, a dark glint in his eyes as he stares at her spent form. “But we’re nowhere near done with her yet.”