Chapter 43 Would you like to come with me? I'm running away.

Chapter 43 Would you like to come with me? I'm running away.
Elsie’s pov

It was all new to me. The sensations and the ways my body responded without asking for permission. All I knew was I wanted more of it and I planned to have them all.
So I obeyed but on my terms. I leaned on Topher's legs. I felt the warmth of him immediately. It was grounding and distracting all at once. After settling comfortably, I pushed my ass out confidently. I was sure it was all in the boys line of sight but I refused to let my embarrassment make me lose to them.
They all acted composed but I could tell from the bulge in their pants that they were just as edged on as I was and I refused to shrink back.
Topher's eyes fell to my breasts and I resisted looking away bashfully. Instead I asked, “Do you like what you see?“
“Very much so,” They answered in unison.
“Good,” I shifted my hands so one rests right by Topher's bulge. I could feel him but I didn't fully acknowledge yet not until I drew out the desperation out of his mouth.
I felt movement behind me and paid no attention to it until Tyler crawled under my body and placed his mouth right by my already dripping vagina.
My breath hitchef up. I didn’t even realize how tense I was until my body reacted as the sensation hit all at once.
My knees buckled and I slipped face down between Topher's legs. My breathing broke as my fingers curled into him.
“Fuck Elsie,” he moaned out.
I quickly shot up trying to avoid his really tempting member but to ny surprise, I am pushed back down by another pair of hands. “Stay still princess.“
Hands grabbed my waist and before I could process why, I felt a thick hot rod pressed up against my butt.
“T-tristan?“ I called out to him.
“Don't forget me now,” Tyler growled before licking up my folds incredibly slowly till my eyes rolled up the back of my head.
My mind was caught between reacting and trying to keep up with everything happening simultaneously.
“You don’t get to run now,” Tyler’s voice rang out threaded with amusement. “Make sure she stands still.“ His words rumbled between my legs sending vibrations through my nub.
“I wasn’t—” I started, but the rest slipped from me as Tyler's tongue found its wat into my wet hole. Every rapid thrust of his tongue in and out my cunt cut through the words. I could barely let out another word.
Tristan kept pushing back and forth against my butt, grinding against me with the occasional grunt.
Topher’s grip shifted again, stronger this time, anchoring me in place. “You’re shaking,” he murmured before gently pushing my hair out of my face. “
“I’m fine,” I managed, though it didn’t sound convincing even to me. I looked him in the eye making sure to keep contact to avoid getting lost in the pleasure.
“Focus,” Tristan coaxed sweetly. “Stay with it.”
“What part of this is within my control?“ I whined against ny will, the pleasure building up wilder with Tyler relentlessly eating me up.
I exhaled slowly, trying to control the flow of the sensations, trying not to lose myself completely yet. It wasn't working
Topher mused loudly. “She’s trying to stay composed.”
“Thanks for giving me away,” I glared at him but the glare was short as my eyes rolled back when Tyler slid his tongue deeper.
“Let’s see how long that lasts,” Tristan replied pushing back before I felt a sharp sting on my left cheek.
I yelped. “Did you just?“ I flushed.
Smack. He spanked my butt once again. It was supposed to hurt yet my body only grew hotter. At that rate I was going to explode.
My fingers tightened instinctively, my body reacting faster than I could think.
“What was that?“ Tristan questioned mockingly. “A brat talking back?” He smacked my ass one more time.
“Wait, I can't...take it,” I moaned out falling weakly against Topher's chest.
I really couldn't anymore. It was too much. Tristan's teasing as Tyler's tongue worked my insides and Topher's lustfilled gaze that contradicted his caring demeanor.
Topher’s hand moved to hold my shoulder. He keot brushing circles on me skin but that only made everything sharper.
“I’ve got you,” he reassured again.
Of course I believed him especially when he was being so gentle. That was why I didn’t pull away and I stayed exactly where they wanted me as everything kept building up inside my depths
It climbed higher with every second, every touch, every movement I couldn’t fully track anymore. My body stopped listening to reason.
I tried to hold on but my eyes grew heavy as they rolled back with pleasure. My body grew hotter as it neared its limits and my knees grew weaker.
The more I attempted to stay aware of all three of them at once, the faster I lost track of time.
Tristan stood behind me, steady and unrelenting. Tyler between my legs was completely focused. Topher in front of me was the only thing keeping me upright.
My fingers tightened in his clothes and my forehead pressed into his chest as my breathing broke apart completely. His scent filled my nostrils as I finally let go.
“Ugh” My voice failed me only letting moans spill out in uncontrollable torrents.
Tristan’s grip held on to my thighs still and Tyler didn’t stop not slow down.
“That’s it,” Tristan’s voice reached me through the crashing haze. “Don’t hold it back.”
I wasn't. I couldn't. My petty protests dissolved into a broken sound as everything snapped tight inside me. Were orgasms that long or had I finally learnt to relax to let this one be? Something told me Topher's bite had something to do with this.
When I finally rode it out on Tyler's tongue. Everything blurred and my thoughts scattered.
“Elsie?”
I didn’t know who said it. Didn’t know who I was holding onto anymore. All I realized was that I was feeling them all holding me through it.
My strength gave out first and my body followed to completely fall against Topher. I would have collapsed on the ground if they hadn’t been there.
But they were and that began to mean something other than the terror of what their presence brought to me.
“What a good girl, you did so well,” he coaxed with a sweet tone to his voice I never thought possible. Or perhaps it was my imagination.
“Breathe,” Topher murmured, brushing my hair back again. “Just breathe.”
Breathing came out shaky and uneven. My fingers still clutched weakly at him, not because I needed to hold on anymore but I actually didn’t want to let go of him.
For the first time, I didn’t feel like I had to protect myself from them or stayed alert and guarded against whatever scheme they had.
They had me. They actually had me.
My body finally gave in fully, the last of my strength slipping away as I let myself sink into them without resistance. I fell asleep.
The next day, I woke up fully clothed in my new bedroom with breakfast sat neatly on my dresser table and a sleeping Topher on my bed.
The sight of him laid down as his hair loosely caressed his face sent yesterday's memories to play in my head. He was so gentle. It was a glaring difference between him now and the persona forced upon him by his dead father.
I wished he would know that the version of him that didn't need to pretend was safer with me and I wasn't saying that now to mess with him.
I reached out my fingers unconsciously to push some strands of black hair off his pointed nose. Suddenly, he caught my wrist midair.
My heart thumped aggressively. He shifted awake instantly with a groggy demeanor and I could only blink at me with my heart beating so fast. He felt different all of a sudden.
“You're awake?“ He mumbled pulling my hand gently to place on his face before relaxing back on the bed.
“Hmm,” I nodded.
“Would you like to come with me? I'm running away.“
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