57. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 3

57. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 3
Elijah’s fingers glide along the crease of my ass. He takes his time, spreading the lube gently, circling the tight ring of muscle with slow strokes that make my breath hitch. There’s no rush in his touch, just calm and gentleness, as if he’s done this a hundred times and knows exactly how my body will respond.
Killian doesn’t stop kissing me. His mouth moves across my jaw, down my throat, back to my lips, his tongue brushing against mine. His palms knead my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, dragging soft whimpers from my throat.
“You’re doing so good, Love,” he whispers against my skin. “So perfect for us.”
Behind me, Elijah’s voice is low as he warns me, “Just a little pressure now.” 
I feel the gentle press of his finger as it enters my ass. It feels strange but not painful, but I still tense.  
Elijah presses his lips to my back, coaxing my body to relax. “Breathe,” he whispers as his finger moves in and out of me. 
I exhale slowly and shift my weight before I arch my back, pushing my ass more into his hands. Slowly, I get used to his finger inside my ass, which I start to find pleasurable. 
It’s more than that. It shocks me at how I’m starting to like it.
Killian keeps kissing me—soft and slow—distracting me, making it easier to focus on pleasure instead of overthinking every new sensation.
Elijah adds more lube, and his finger slips deeper this time, stretching me inch by inch. His other hand moves between my thighs, his fingers find my clit. The sudden jolt of pleasure makes me moan into Killian’s mouth.
Another finger enters my ass. 
“You’re doing so well,” Killian murmurs against my lips.
Elijah’s touch is skilled, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure out of me. His fingers move inside me, slow and steady, while his thumb circles my clit in lazy strokes. The contrast is maddening—stretch and tease, pressure and pleasure. Maddening, overwhelming pleasure rises inside me like lava, threatening to erupt at any moment.  
My knees start to shake, and Killian wraps his arm tighter around my waist to steady me.
I am so close… so close. 
“You like that?” Killian asks. 
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice breathless and shaky. “It feels… so good.”
Killian brushes his lips over mine in reward, murmuring, “Good girl.”
Behind me, Elijah’s voice returns, low and controlled. “I’m going to slide the plug in now, Sugar. Stay relaxed for me.”
“Okay,” I breathe. 
His fingers withdraw slowly, and a moment later, I feel the cool, lube-slicked tip of the plug pressing against my entrance. Elijah takes his time, easing it in inch by inch. The stretch is more intense than his fingers, but still bearable, especially with Killian’s steady hands grounding me and his lips distracting mine.
“Almost there,” Elijah murmurs, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “You’re doing so well, Ariel. So perfect for us.”
A soft whimper escapes me as the widest part of the plug slips inside, followed by the sudden, snug pressure once it’s fully in place.
“Such a good girl you are for us,” Elijah says as he presses kisses along my shoulder. “So responsive. So perfect.”
His hands don’t leave my body. Instead, they move back between my legs, fingers slick with lube. He knows exactly where to touch me—how to angle, how to tease, how to build tension until I’m shaking from the effort of holding myself upright.
Killian’s lips never leave mine for long. He trails kisses along my mouth, jaw, throat, while his hands cup my tits, his thumbs brushing and stroking my nipples until they’re stiff and aching.
My loud moans turn into cries of pure ecstasy as I get drunk on pleasure. 
My legs start to shake as pleasure builds and builds.  
“I want to feel you fall apart,” Elijah murmurs against my ear, his fingers circling my clit in steady, maddening strokes. “You don’t need to hold back, Sugar. Let go for me.”
I cry out into Killian’s kiss as the orgasm hits—fast, hard, and all-consuming. Elijah slides a finger deep into my pussy at the same time his thumb keeps working my clit, and that’s all it takes. The wave crashes over me with brutal force, stealing my breath and thought.
My body convulses in their arms, pleasure ripping through me, white-hot and blinding. Killian looks at me as I ride my orgasm. 
“That’s it,” Elijah groans. “That’s what I want. What I need.”
They keep touching me. Kissing me. Stroking every inch of my skin like they’ve memorized exactly what drives me wild.
I’m panting, dazed, and already on the edge again when Elijah asks, voice low and coaxing, “Do you think you can give me another one?”
“I—” My voice breaks into a gasp as his fingers tease my clit again. “Yes.”
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.
Killian presses another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Ariel.”
His voice, rough with need, sends a new wave of heat rolling through me. My chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as Elijah shifts behind me, his fingers never stopping.
Elijah teases my clit with maddening precision. Not too fast. Not too slow. Just enough pressure to keep me hovering but not to send me over the edge. No yet, at least.
The tension coils tighter in my core, and I can barely hold myself upright. His other hand moves with sinful skill, two fingers easing into my soaked pussy and curling inside me, searching for that spot he knows will ruin me.
“I love the way you respond to us,” Elijah whispers near my ear, his lips brushing my skin and sending shivers down my spine.