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I followed hard on his heels, holding myself back from what felt natural, striding off in front of him and leading the way.

I heard his pants come as he ran down the dirt track, but I had barely raised a sweat by the time we reached the campsite.

A warm fire crackled within a pit, and there beside it was the promised bed roll.

“Lie down,” I said, ready now to satisfy this urge.

“Not quite yet,” he said. He held up a hand when I started to growl, and then fell to his knees, a pleasing posture. He looked up at me and then moved into my body, burying his head into the hollow of my hipbone before turning and placing hard, wet kisses on the skin, moving down and down until…

“Uh!” I cried in surprise. My legs were closed, and yet his tongue managed to worm its way into the top of my slit, the wriggle flicking hard against my most tender spot.

My thighs spread automatically, and I grabbed his head, forcing it in deeper.

He groaned as he shifted his angle, licking up and down my seam.

I yelped, it was not enough and too much all at the same time.

“God, I can’t take this slow. Your scent is driving me mad,” he said, and then buried his face in me in earnest. I was alerting all around me to our presence, but I no longer cared.

I could take on a hundred, a thousand of them, such was my desire.

Inside, my cunt clenched as his tongue worked its way lower, to that achingly empty place that was dying to be filled.

“Lie down, I can get to more of you,” he said, panting.

I laid down on the soft bedroll, and he was between my legs, pushing them wide in the next moment, a furious feeding thing.

His tongue wiggled inside me, helping to abate the ache a little, but I needed something harder, faster.

The pressure of his mouth and chin against my slit made me shift, jamming my body down harder, wanting, needing more.

“You’re close,” he said, pulling back and then closing his lips around my clit.

I saw stars, my vision went white and then dissipated into a series of flashes as my pelvis tightened and ached in response to his sucking motions.

It was coming, something huge. My whole pelvis began to shake, I couldn’t relax, couldn’t let this just happen.

“Now Jules,” he murmured against my flesh and then jammed three hard fingers inside me.

“Uh… oh fuck!” I screamed. My body snapped tight around the intruders, then spasmed in wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure. I felt cramps in my tailbone and up my spine, but that seemed to only make it more intense. I had barely finished when the fingers were pulled from me, and he shifted.

“You’ll want to be on top,” he said, rolling me over so I straddled him. He produced a small tube of clear liquid, and I watched open mouthed as he worked it onto his dick. “You can control how fast or how deep you want to go.”

Yeah, I could. I looked at him with slitted eyes, he was able to provoke great pleasure, but he seemed to be assuming that gave him more authority than it did.

Nonetheless, there was a spot in me that needed to be stroked, and his fingers had been unable to reach, no matter how brutal.

I nodded and moved over his cock, and then worked it up inside me.

“Oh yeah…” I hissed. This was the real thing, what I really needed.

The lips and fingers were nice, but only a prelude to this.

An incredible sense of rightness settled over me, pleasure flickering up and down my spine as I felt the stretch.

It was hard work, he wasn’t lying, he was big.

A little bigger than I needed, but I couldn’t find the desire to stop.

Instead, there was a terrible excitement, like this was some kind of cliff and I was just about to jump off of it.

“Ah!” I hissed as I felt a wrench of pain.

I did not want pain, pain was the world I had spent all too long living in.

His hand snaked up and his thumb began to circle my clit, which turned the pain into something else altogether.

I worked myself up and down, up and down, letting my body grow used to the intrusion, finding myself going lower and lower.

“God, Jules, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he hissed. I smiled, of course he had. Then, I began to move in earnest.

It was like running as a Tirian, the drawn out, loping movements, but this wrung quite a different feeling.

Each downward jerk of my hips forced his cock hard against my aching spot, his dick dragging against it, almost painfully, but making me feel most tremendously full.

I felt an incredible swelling deep inside, as if each stroke forced more and more blood into my tender flesh, until I was bloated with pleasure.

It sat oddly for a moment, how soft and swollen I felt, how hard he felt pushing into it.

“Jules…” he tried to grab my hips and slow me, afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep up, but I shook my head.

He was there for my pleasure, I would take what I wanted from him, and if he failed me, I would not choose him to help me with it again.

My eyes bore into his, and he seemed to realise this, his hands clawing at the bedroll, a vein popping out on his forehead as he strove to hold back.

I smiled lazily, slowing my strokes somewhat, just revelling in the feeling of him in me. “Jules…please!”

“You don’t need to draw it out, princess.

” My head whipped around, and I saw Slade appear, hard and naked from the darkness.

“We’re all here for you.” He dropped down to his knees behind me, and his big hands covered my breasts, his calluses rasping over my nipples as his lips trailed down my neck.

“Let him come, and then move on to one of us. We’ll keep coming until you can’t.

” His hand was a light pressure on my hip, yet somehow my pace picked up.

I felt Finn buck beneath me, forcing himself up higher, probably too high, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

“How about a bit of this?” Slade said as one hand slipped south and then flicked at my clit.

I no longer knew who was fucking who, everyone was moving, and the beautiful ache inside me was becoming bigger and bigger, expanding until there was nothing left but this horrible hunger.

I needed more. Another hand plucked at my nipple and someone’s mouth fastened itself to mine, their tongue parting my lips, and I welcomed them into my throat.

“So close…” someone gasped, and I knew what they meant.

The fingers on my clit closed around my nub hard, almost pinching, then pulling the tender spot away from my body.

“Oh fuck…” I cried, and then it happened.

A long, languorous trickle of pleasure radiated out from my cunt, which then erupted like an earthquake of ecstasy, the aftershocks felt all up my spine and down my legs.

I pulled the cum from his body, my cunt like plucking fingers surrounding his hardness, forcing the tremulous spurts to burst within me. “Ah!”

“Come on, princess, let us take care of you while Finn has a rest.” I was plucked from my position and deposited into the arms of another man. I looked up to see Brandon. His eyes were wide, flicking down my body to the wet spill between my legs and then held my gaze.

“We haven’t…yet,” he said, “I thought I’d have some time to work up to it with you, but…”

“I want you,” I said, smelling his rich smoky smell. His breath seemed to catch in his chest. “I want you to be here. I want you in me.”

“Well, how about you come here and see what that mouth can do, while Brandon shows you what his does.” I turned to Slade who knelt before me, insolent expression plastered on his face. His smile grew wider as my gaze narrowed.

“I could gut you where you sit,” I snarled.

“Yeah? But you’ll have a lot more fun if you don’t.

You want fucking, not fighting. You got that already, if the stink of blood on you means anything.

I’ll give you what you want, you know that, princess.

Any hole, any way, I’m your guy. As long as you can tell me how you want it.

I’ll give you everything I have, but right now, I’m just asking for a little bit back.

You’ve had a lot of meat in your mouth tonight, just take mine. Though, without the teeth if you can.”

I pulled myself from Brandon’s arms and stalked over to the smart mouthed man on all fours, and then grabbed his head and yanked him to me for a kiss.

It was hard, and our lips stung as his tongue tangled with mine.

I yanked myself away as the ache began to start again.

I shoved Slade down onto the ground and then ran my nose down his body, smelling the sweat and the blood and the desire there.

He had a gash across his hip, not too deep, and I trailed my tongue over it, tasting the residue.

“That’s…uh…not the meat I was thinking,” Slade said.

“Shut up or I’ll fuck the other one.”

“Never really got off on pain before, but unnh…” he said as I dug my useless blunt teeth into him “But maybe moon madness is good for something. Now how about this?”

He shoved my head lower, but I stopped, easily holding off his straining muscles.

He began to arch his hips up, trying to get the tip of his erection to graze my lips, but I pushed him back down with a finger.

“Oh, god, princess! I would just about do anything right now if you’d…

ahhh!” I slid his length into my mouth, swirling my tongue across his sensitive skin as he went deeper.

“Oh fuck!” he yelped as I tilted my throat, and he went in further.

I swallowed, the hard muscles closing around him.

He tried to jerk free, “Too much, I’ll…”