Katie Blu - Trinity

She rocked against it, wringing a long grunt from him. Moisture touched her where his cock rubbed and she knew he was as painfully aroused as she was. Neela thought she might explode if Thrax didn’t put them both out of their misery soon. But the king calmly lifted a glass of water.

“Touch her cunt,” Thrax told him next. “Push your fingers inside her. Hold her pussy lips apart so I don’t miss anything.” He dragged a chair over and sat eyelevel to her apex. He leaned back as though he had all day to watch her beg to come.

Tarrel reached around her with one hand and parted her pussy. His other hand eased between her legs from behind and two thick fingers speared her trembling channel.

Her hips rocked automatically. She blushed at the telling sign of her need. Control was a dream that had long fled. The men had grown just as intoxicated with her, it seemed. Thrax wrapped his fist around his shaft and Tarrel’s hips canted forward to push against her. Her need sparked theirs.

She no longer feared herself, she realized. There was power and strength in feeling everything these men had to offer.

Her thoughts were stripped from her as Tarrel pumped his fingers. He circled her clit, and Neela’s mind dropped into a swirling pit that spiraled out of control. She clung to Tarrel, giving her body over to his skill. She rocked into each thrust, crying and panting as each sensation took her closer to that precipice she’d been longing for.

“Come for me,” Thrax growled. “Let go. Give me everything you have, Neela.”

His words loosened something in her she hadn’t realized she’d been hanging on to. Her body shook, swallowed itself in all-consuming ecstasy as passion swelled and devoured her in wave after wave of erotic bliss. She screamed, her knees gave out, and someone kept her upright until there was nothing but black and her lungs begged for air.

Dazed, she felt herself lifted and carried. Thick blankets greeted her as her garment slid off her arms, and she was laid out.

“Wake, sweet Neela. There’s more,” Thrax murmured.

Tarrel ached with need. He’d already endured more stimulation without relief than he ever had before. The stress was beginning to wear on his nerves, but he’d kept himself together for her. Each new experience for Neela felt like an awakening for himself. He’d taken pleasure in her pleasure. The fact that there would be more discovery made him eager to continue, regardless of his own discomfort.

Thrax had instructed him to lay Neela across the bed, instead of propped on pillows. Tarrel watched the other man, wondering what came next. This was his game, his moment. Tarrel hadn’t expected to be included. He wasn’t sure he’d have shared if the roles were reversed.

Neela blinked, tipping her head back to see Tarrel, and smiled. She reached for him, arms over her head. Tarrel looked to Thrax.

Thrax nodded back. “If she’s ready for more, don’t deny her.” He moved to the side of the bed where her legs stretched. “Are you, Neela?” he asked.

Her attention left Tarrel to answer Thrax by way of parting her legs to him.

Thrax easily took her ankles and pressed the wider. “Tarrel, catch her under the shoulders until her head tips off the edge.

Tarrel didn’t miss the excited flare in her eyes. He did as the king asked. Neela snaked her arms around the backs of his thighs and guided him toward her face.

“You don’t have to,” he told her. “I’d be happy to see to your pleasure.”

“Then don’t argue with me,” she countered.

Neela pressed soft lips to his inner thighs. She encouraged him to stand over her. His balls grazed her nose and lips. She captured them, flicking her tongue to the seam, nuzzling him until they drew tight. The deep ache began again, and if his condition wasn’t cared for soon, he knew he’d have difficulty walking the next day.

She seemed to understand his long shuddering groan because she shifted to place sucking kisses along the side of his cock. He looked down at himself and his angry reddened shaft. Her perfect lips suckled the top like a child’s candy.

Wet, hot, teasing, she took him deeper, tickling the slit with her tongue, rimming his cockhead with the edge of her teeth, hard enough to feel without causing him pain. It made him nervous all the same, but the tradeoff scrambled his mind into a haze of lust.

He looked down the length of her nude body. Her full breasts pressed against her ribcage looked like tempting pillows with crinkled rosy morsels he wanted to feel against his lips. They were just out of reach of his mouth in this position, but every once in a while when the bed shifted, or she arched her neck, they jostled.

Unable to resist, he covered them with his hands. The buds poked his palms as he swished his hands back and forth across their tips. Her belly hollowed sharply and he knew he’d divided her focus.

Further down, Thrax crawled onto the bed between her legs. His shoulders kept her thighs apart and he slipped his hands beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis to him like a precious dish. The king’s eyes met his.

Neela grabbed Tarrel’s ass and tugged him closer still, his cock sliding fully into her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. She hummed her approval, sending riptides of vibration along his cock, and straight up his spine. He’d spill any second if she continued.

“Slow, Neela,” he gasped. “I don’t want to come yet.”

The king chuckled, thumbed open her pussy lips and dragged his flattened tongue through her folds. Neela shuddered. Her throat constricted, and Tarrel saw stars streaking through his vision at light-speed.

Tarrel pulled out of her, allowing her to breathe even though she quickly pulled him back. She let him thrust carefully, and he took his time while he watched her react to Thrax’s attentions.

Her lower belly tightened and her hips flexed. Thrax looked pleased, then buried his face in her cunt with a satisfied growl of a wolf settling in to dine. Tarrel’s cock flexed. Cum exploded from him and Neela’s nails dug into his ass to keep him in place.

Tarrel rocked hard, his balls pressed to her nose as he shuddered through his release. It stung painfully, yet shards of cold pleasure laddered his spine. The next time wouldn’t be as rushed.

He pulled away, but Neela had other plans. She cleaned him off distractedly as Thrax intensified his work on her pussy. Her body undulated and stiffened as she cried out in ecstasy.

Tarrel stepped back as Thrax crawled up her body. “Shall we allow Tarrel some moments to recover?”

Neela laughed. “If I can walk.”

“No need. I’ll carry you in, dove.” Thrax helped her sit. “Tarrel, join us in the baths.”

Tarrel had his own difficulty walking. His balls still ached and after burying his cock in Neela’s wondrous mouth, he wasn’t sure his legs were stable, either. He followed them, feeling like he’d left more than his essence with the woman in Thrax’s arms.

Thrax cuddled her close, fearful that the warrior in his arms was more delicate than he’d previously believed. She tucked her face into his shoulder and other than the arms looping his neck, her body rested limply.

“Are you well?” he asked.

She nodded.

“You have me at quite a disadvantage,” he admitted to her. “I had hoped there would be a time when you would come to me of your own choice. But this is never how I imagined it would be.”

She lifted her head. Water dragged against Thrax’s calves and he continued until he stood waist level in the warm pool. Tarrel joined them, helping Thrax bring her to her feet. The pool had been renewed since the previous use and an anchored, floating tray of cleansers bobbed on the surface within reach.