Beguile

37 Four to Tango?

The tip of his cock pressed against me, threatening to tear me apart.

My chest heaved, eyes clamping shut as I braced myself for what was about to come. As soon as I felt him inching inside, a short, sharp breath escaped my lips, and then I held it, waiting, body tensing in anticipation of the inevitable stretch.

He hadn't moved yet, but I could already feel the pressure—the beads of his arousal poking against my flesh, threatening to break me. My muscles clenched involuntarily, but Lucas's voice cut through the haze.

"Breathe," he whispered, his hands resting on the small of my back before sliding down to my core. His fingers spread me wider, and then he pushed himself in again, dragging along my walls like fire scraping my insides. The pain shot through me, but I gritted my teeth, desperate for the torment to end.

I couldn't stand the slow pace, so I pushed back against him, feeling his arousal slam into something deep within me—a barrier that made me cry out. A scream tore through my throat.

"Just stay still," He warned softly. "Let me, okay, princess? I don't want to hurt you."

Sweat trickled down my forehead, mixing with the heat of the room and the tension coiling inside me. But the slow pace—it was unbearable.

"No... Too slow."

"Alright, alright," He chcukled. Amused. "As you wished."

Without warning, he slammed his full length into me, and the pain shot through my body like a flame. It hurt, it stung, and the sharp sensation made me gasp as my body tensed against the intrusion. A warm wetness trickled down my thighs, and when I realized it was blood, my heart raced with panic and heat.

"Now look what you made me do," His tone almost teasing. "Does it burn?"

I shook my head, biting down on my lower lip to keep from crying out. He chuckled again, satisfied. "Of course... not when you're this wet."

He began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, his movements rough but measured. "I fuck," he muttered under his breath. "I fuck and fuck," he repeated, each thrust deeper, harder. And with every plunge, I felt my body tighten around him despite the pain, pleasure weaving its way into the discomfort.

As he slammed into me again, he leaned closer, "I learned who to choose not to hurt."

I moaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping, the mix of sensations clouding my mind. His words, his touch, everything overwhelmed me.

"And you're one of them, princess."

His fingers dug into my hips, gripping me so tightly I knew I'd be bruised later. The pain washed over me with every hard thrust, but it was soon drowned out by the raw ecstasy that took its place. His beaded length rubbed me raw, each stroke sending electric shocks through my body, and I couldn't help but scream his name like a prayer to a god in my own private cult.

I reveled in it, the demon inside me doing backflips at the thought—Lucas, a god I could touch, I could lick, I could bite, I could fuck. The overwhelming sensation of his body against mine made me regret not tasting him sooner.

But then my eyes shot open as something smooth and wet brushed across my lips. Kurt stood in front of me, his hand fisted in my jet-black hair.

"I'm fucking lonely," A command.

Suddenly, he pushed himself into my mouth, curling my lips around his shaft, drawing him deep into the back of my throat. It made my body burn, and I moaned, the vibrations from my throat making him roll his eyes back in pleasure.

That's when he grabbed my head with both hands as he began to thrust into my mouth with brutal demands.

Each time he drove himself deeper, I struggled to keep up, the pressure building in my throat. His pace quickened, and I could feel the stretch in my jaw as he buried himself to the hilt.

I gagged, my throat constricting around him, but he didn't let up. The wet, slick sound filled the space between us, my breath ragged as I fought to stay with him. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my body tensed, but it only heightened the pleasure surging through me. I could feel Lucas still moving behind me, both using me without mercy.

Kurt's movements grew faster, more frantic, as he drove himself deeper into my mouth. Each thrust pushed me to my limits until, with a sudden, sharp groan, he burst, filling my mouth with his release. The hot, salty liquid flooded my tongue, and I had no choice but to swallow, my throat working to keep up with the demand.

But before I could even catch my breath, Lucas's hands were on me, gripping my waist and pulling me back to him.

He tilted my chin up, his tongue swept into my mouth, mingling with the taste of Kurt's release. He kissed me deeply, tasting every bit of what I had just swallowed. When he finally pulled away, he licked his lips, "Bitter."

His hands, which had been resting on my waist, began to move lower, trailing down my body. My breath hitched as I felt him reach between my legs, his fingers brushing over my sensitive skin. But then, to my surprise, his hand continued lower, and I realized with a jolt that he was grabbing Rie's arousal.

My eyes widened in panic as I felt Lucas positioning it, all while he was still deep inside me.

"Wait," I gasped, my voice trembling. "It won't fit."

Lucas nuzzled into my neck as he continued to guide Rie, determined to make me take them both. "It will, Princess."

Rie groaned, desperate for his shaft to touch me, to fill me. I could never imagine he could make an expression like that. He used to look so soft and kind and beautiful. and now, he's beauty had gotten to another level. Messy, rugged, a man as he plead beneath me.

"Please, my goddess," He begged But even if he hadn't begged, I knew Lucas was already determined to make this happen, no matter what.

The girth of Rie's tip was massive, pressing against my entrance, and I couldn't imagine how it could possibly fit with Lucas still buried inside me. But I was wrong. With a strained groan, Rie struggled to slide in, the sheer size of him stretching me even more. We both moaned as the beads on Lucas's shaft dragged against Rie's, making my whole body tremble.

It was slow, every inch an effort to push deeper, to fill me completely. The pressure was immense, almost unbearable, but there was something else too—I could feel myself soaking, my arousal coating them as if my body was surrendering to the inevitable.

Then, with a sudden force, Lucas pushed me down, making me take all of Rie's length in one swift, overwhelming motion. A scream tore from my throat as they both filled me to the brim.

I could feel every inch of them, every pulse, every twitch, as they filled me so completely that there was no room for anything else.

Rie's fingers buried into my my hips. Lucas' on my breast. and Kay fisting himself up as he watched us, while I am breaking.

Each time Rie pulled, Lucas thrust, their rhythm leaving no space for breath, no pause to gather myself.

"A third one," Lucas whispered, his voice a teasing rasp. "Can you handle a third?"

I couldn't answer. My body gave way, legs trembling as I sank down, the dam inside me threatening to break. Their pace quickened, movements faster and deeper, the sounds of moans and the wetness between us filling the air. The heat built until I felt it explode—warmth flooding deep inside me, across my back, my face, spilling over my skin in waves.

And then, everything went black.