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Thirty

What A Queen Wants

W e stay for the celebration for a bit. There is booze flowing and plenty of food and fights.

I spend the night sitting on my men’s laps, watching them battle and move through the crowd like the kings they are, puffed up with pride and happiness, but when Dray’s eyes lock on me after a fight, I know it’s time.

With a smirk, I slip from Drax’s knee and turn to them with a wink. “Time to seal this marriage,” I murmur. Grabbing a bottle, I drink it as I stroll towards my room. They quickly follow, making me laugh.

In one stride, I am in someone’s arms. I grin as I snuggle against Thorn’s chest as they rush inside, followed by catcalls.

I don’t care. All night, the booze has been heating my belly, but my pussy has been heating for another reason, remembering the other night when I came so close to being with all of them.

I want that now. I want them on their knees, worshipping me with more orgasms than I can count.

I want to fuck every single one of my husbands.

And what a queen wants, she gets.

Maxen kicks in the room’s door, and I slip down Thorn’s body once inside. I step back, but they all prowl towards me, their eyes dark with hunger and their hands already going to their clothes as I grin. “Your queen wants orgasms,” I demand haughtily, as the door slams shut.

“Then let’s not keep our queen waiting.” Maxen grins. “Jax, strip our wife,” he orders.

He drops to his knees, his grey eyes on mine, as he unlaces my boots.

I lift one foot at a time as he yanks them off and tosses them aside.

His lips drag up the arch of my foot to my trousers and up my thigh until he’s kneeling before me with his mouth at my belly.

His deft fingers flick open the leather, and I wiggle as he yanks them down until they, too, are stripped off.

His mouth drags back down my bare legs. My head is yanked around and then lips are on me, distracting me from Jax’s eyes.

Drax.

Hands join Jax’s, Thorn’s if I’m right, taking off the cape, my shirt, and then my panties—that was probably Dray, but my eyes are closed, and my lips are being decimated by my teasing husband.

His flirting tongue touches mine before retreating, making me chase him as hands cup my heavy breasts and squeeze.

Two other hands yank open my thighs for their greedy eyes, and I shiver under the sensation.

Fingers trace along my already wet pussy, and then lips follow.

Another set of hands dig into my ass and massage before a spank lands on my cheeks, making me groan into Drax’s mouth.

He tears away, both of us panting as my body becomes lost under all the sensations.

My eyes flick open and clash with Maxen’s gaze as he watches me.

He’s naked now, his cock hard and dripping, but he’s observing, waiting, making sure his queen gets what she wants, as always.

Reaching down, I grab Jax’s hair and yank it until he groans, those grey eyes closing in bliss as he shivers. “Mouth,” I demand.

He whimpers and pulls against my hold, making it hurt more as his lips wrap around my clit.

I moan as Drax circles me, his hands squeezing my breasts as Thorn parts my pussy for Jax’s hungry mouth.

My head falls back to Drax’s shoulder as I relinquish myself to their touches, to the sensations they create and the pleasure coursing through me.

Two mouths wrap around my nipples—one nipping, one soft.

The contrast has me rolling into Jax’s mouth as fingers slip into my pussy, two, stretching and stroking.

Fucking me.

All the while, Maxen watches, and I can’t drag my eyes away from him, even as pleasure pounds through me, even with all the hands and mouths guiding me towards that edge of my first release.

Jax bites down on my clit softly just as someone pinches my nipple between their teeth, and it sends me over the edge. I jerk and cry out, grinding down onto their tongue and fingers as it surges through me.

When the waves pass, the fingers pull free of my clinging body. “Fuck, you felt so good around them. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock,” Drax murmurs, making me shiver. Those were his fingers? Fuck.

“Jax,” Maxen barks, and like they have planned this—which, fuck, why is that so hot?—he rolls to his back on the carpet, cock hard and standing at attention, with his grey eyes locked on me.

“Ride him, Mi Alma ,” Maxen orders.

Drax pushes me forward, and I fall to my knees and crawl up Jax’s body, stopping to lick along his abs.

He gasps, and his cock jerks in anticipation.

He loves the torture, and so I move up his body, kissing and licking, until I reach his nipple, which I bite down on until he cries out, his hips rising desperately.

“Please!” he pleads, so I release it, happy with the teeth imprint.

I sit up and place my hands on his chest. With my hips poised above his cock, I reach down and circle his length, pressing it to my pussy but waiting as I watch him.

Only when those grey orbs focus on me again do I slip his cock inside of me, working myself on his length, lifting and dropping as he slides in an inch at a time.

My head falls back and hands tangle in my hair, tugging it farther back as teeth drag along my neck, making me shiver and clamp on Jax’s cock.

Hands grab my hips, lifting and dropping me down until he bottoms out inside me and my skin meets his, then I pause, shivering from the full feeling as a moan leaves my lips.

“I want to fuck your ass, baby girl,” Thorn growls against my skin as his chest presses to my back, his hard cock nestling between my ass cheeks as I grind and rock on Jax’s cock, pushing back into Thorn’s with the same movement.

“Fuck yes,” I groan, rocking harder, grinding my clit into him.

Thorn pushes me forward until my face meets Jax’s chest, and then my ass is parted.

His fingers glide down between my cheeks to my pussy, dipping inside at the same time as Jax’s cock.

The feeling has me crying out as I push back fervently.

Jax slips free of my pussy, and suddenly Thorn’s cock is there, slamming into me.

Jax’s arms wrap around me, holding me still as Thorn pummels into my wet pussy, again and again, until I’m almost screaming and pushing back to meet his thrusts.

But as suddenly as he started, his cock pulls free, leaving me empty and desperate.

Jax kisses me, and then his cock is there again, and we work to get him back inside me.

I rub and grind as he thrusts into me, but he stills a moment later as another wet cock presses against my ass. I relax, used to this by now, and Thorn kisses my back softly.

“That’s it, Mi Alma , relax for your husbands. Let us take care of you,” Maxen calls, and I shiver as Thorn pushes inside me slightly before retreating, pushing back in again past that ring of muscles.

It’s slow going. I push back, and he thrusts in until, finally, his giant cock is in my ass. Then we all still, panting as I am held between them, feeling so full I might explode. My ass and pussy are deliciously stretched until I can’t take it anymore. I need to move, so I do.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Drax remarks from somewhere next to us.

We start to move in sync, with Thorn pushing into my ass as Jax pulls out, riding the edge of pain. The feel of the friction on my nipples has me helpless between them, letting them fuck me however they want as I chase the pleasure winding through me.

They speed up though, until both are hammering into me so fast, I can barely catch my breath, and each thrust pushes me higher…and higher, until I can barely take it anymore. I need to come so badly. I’m so close, so fucking close.

I turn my head and blindly reach out, seeking, and suddenly, Drax is there with his hand in my hair. “Mouth open, baby girl. Let me fuck that sweet little hole.”

My hair is twisted painfully, and tears fill my eyes.

“Uh-uh, no crying unless it’s from gagging,” he teases, as the head of his cock presses against my mouth.

I eagerly suck him all the way down until he grunts.

I feel so full, it’s unreal. I can’t think or talk, only feel.

Thorn fucks my ass and pushes me onto Jax’s cock, and Drax moves in unison as he slams into my mouth hard and fast. All our desires tumble together until we are one big slick, desire-filled mess.

Fingers tweak my clit, and I cry out around Drax’s cock. “Come, baby girl, let me feel it around my cock as I fill your ass,” Thorn snarls.

Drax bottoms out with a yell, and I plunge over the edge again, coming around their cocks. Jax yells, fighting it, but I feel his release spurt inside me while Thorn fills my ass with a grunt. Drax slams into my mouth once more and unloads down my throat.

Drax pulls free of my mouth as I shiver and shake between them from the force of my ongoing orgasm.

I lick away my drool as I try to breathe.

When I finally calm down, Thorn kisses my shoulder and slowly pulls from my sore ass.

Hands lift me from Jax’s cock as I stumble, my legs unable to hold me up.

I am turned to see my other men.

Only two of my husbands are left—Dray and Maxen.

I feel the shared cum dribble from me, but the dirty feeling only makes me grunt in pleasure, knowing it’s from my husbands. Maxen grins as Dray prowls around me, and they work together to tease me. Fingers flick, touch, and tease as I stand there.

“I don’t know about you, big man, but I want that sweet pussy so I can see her when she drives her knives into my heart,” Dray murmurs.

Maxen laughs and runs his eyes down me. “That’s fine, I want her tight little ass anyway. I like feeling her fighting beneath me.”

Sands below.

“You heard him, soulmate. Are you going to fight for your husbands, or are you tired?” Dray mocks, smacking my ass as he circles me. I grab a knife from the holster at his chest and press it to his throat, making him groan as he stills, those cold eyes melting as I smirk.

“Tired?” I snarl. “You will be when I’m done with you. On your back, husband,” I demand.

“Was that an order, soulmate? It felt like a plea,” he teases, pressing into the knife until it cuts his throat and blood slowly drips down to his chest. I watch the trail with a moan trapped in my throat.

Pulling the knife away, I trace it down the side of the blood trail, dragging it across his skin hard enough to break it. He moans, pressing closer.

“Yes, harder, soulmate, rip me open. Use me, kill me, do whatever the fuck you want to me, just don’t stop,” he growls.

I sweep my leg out, knocking him back when he’s distracted, and he falls to the floor with a thump.

I’m on him in a moment, slicing across his chest with shallow cuts as he groans.

He slams me down onto his cock and starts to fuck me.

Moaning, I use my knees to drop myself down and meet his hard thrusts as I continue to slice and stab, the crimson of his blood decorating his chest. I lose control in a way only Dray can make me.

I feel the others watching me, but everything but Dray fades and the bliss as the knife cuts open his skin. He laughs, urging me on as he fucks me.

I stab and slash like a possessed woman. Blood flies everywhere as Dray laughs and moans beneath me, his cock still filling me, even as I kill him. Our bloodlusts combine until I can’t stop, until we are exploding in a deadly mess.

But then Maxen is there to stop me. Fabric wraps around my throat, yanking me back as he slams into my ass.

He keeps me there, pulled back as he fucks me, pushing me down onto Dray’s cock as he moans beneath me.

Blood flows freely from his wounds. Maxen restrains me like a wild animal—the belt, I realise, tightens around my throat like a collar as he owns me.

My air is cut off, and it allows me to relax as they take over. Blood covers my chest and back as we fuck like animals. Dray growls, his fingers cutting into my skin as he drags his own knife down between the valley of my breasts, slicing slightly, spilling my blood until ours is joined.

“Soulmate,” he groans. “Fuck, you feel too good—watching you bleed on me, watching you wild.”

“Fuck, Mi Alma ,” Maxen breathes.

The belt pulls tighter, keeping me on the edge of too much and just enough as they use my body. As they force pleasure through me and take away the need for blood.

Until it all becomes too much.

With a silent gasping yell, I come and they follow. Dray snarls and writhes like a wild animal as he pumps inside me before stilling. Maxen slams as deep as he can get and fills my ass with his cum as I collapse forward, and he loosens the belt until I can breathe.

“Sands below,” I gasp.

We all start to laugh, happy wedding night to me—and this is only just the start.