58. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 4

58. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 4
Elijah drags his thumb over my clit again, and my legs jerk. “How you tremble when I touch you here…” His fingers curl again, teasing that spot inside me until my body bucks forward, crashing into Killian’s chest with a breathless moan. “And here.”
Elijah eases his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss. 
“More,” I beg. 
“Shh,” he soothes, brushing a kiss along my shoulder blade. “You’re not done yet.”
I hear him shift behind me, something mechanical buzzing softly to life a moment later.
The wand. 
I feel the first whisper of vibration against my inner thigh. Elijah doesn’t go straight to my clit. Instead, he traces slow circles around my skin, letting the intensity build gradually. The vibrations hum through me, making my muscles twitch and my breath stutter.
When he finally presses the wand against my clit, my whole body arches. The pressure is perfect.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head falling back against Killian’s shoulder. “Oh, God!” I moan louder when Elijah plays with the anal plug.
“You’re doing so well,” Elijah murmurs. 
“Elijah,” I moan. “Please!” 
“Let it happen, Ariel. Just feel.”
The steady vibration never falters, and it doesn’t take long before pleasure coils in my belly again, hot and fast. My thighs quiver, my core tightens, and I cry out as the orgasm takes me—shaking, gasping, clinging to Killian’s arms like a lifeline.
Elijah draws the wand away just enough to keep me teetering, then pushes me right back over, making a mess out of me and forcing my body to come. Again.
And again.
By the fourth climax, I’m a wreck, barely able to hold myself up, and I rest my head against Killian’s chest. 
They give me only a few seconds of rest before Elijah presses a final kiss to my lower back.
“Let’s lie her down,” Elijah says, his voice low, husky.
Carefully, they ease me onto my back. I sink into the pillows, legs still parted, chest rising and falling with shallow, rapid breaths, as my body is still feeling the effects of the orgasms. 
“I need your taste on my face, you scent all over my face,” Elijah says as he settles between my thighs, his large hands coaxing my legs further apart. 
He growls loudly before his tongue flicks out, warm and wet, tracing a single line up my slit. I jolt, my eyes rolling at the back of my head. His mouth finds my clit, and he sucks gently before swirling his tongue around it in slow, devastating circles.
A cry escapes me. “Elijah—”
It’s too much. Too fast. Too overwhelming. 
“Shh, Ariel,” he murmurs against my skin. “Just let me taste you.”
At the same time, Killian shifts beside me, and I feel the familiar buzz of the wand returning—this time at my chest. The vibration against my nipples is electric. He moves the wand in slow, controlled strokes, alternating between each breast, teasing until both nipples are hard and aching.
This will be the end of me. And yet, I can’t get enough. I need more. 
I moan, my hips arching into Elijah’s mouth. His tongue becomes more insistent, working in tandem with the rhythm of the wand, drawing sharp, shallow gasps from my throat.
“You’re so sensitive like this,” Killian says, watching me tremble beneath his touch. “So damn beautiful.”
Elijah hums against me, the vibration of his mouth sending a shockwave straight through my core. My back arches. The pleasure is dizzying—between the insistent flick of Elijah’s tongue and the rhythmic pulse of the wand on my nipples, I can’t hold back.
My legs begin to shake. I try to warn Elijah, but all I can do is moan—loud and broken—as the orgasm crashes through me again, hotter and more intense than the last. Elijah licks me faster, greedily swallowing my juices. 
“Such a good mate you are for us,” Killian murmurs while he replaces the wand with his mouth and teases my nipples with his tongue and fingers. His breath is hot against my feverish skin.
Elijah drags his mouth to my inner thigh, his lips brushing sensitive skin, coaxing me through the aftershocks, but it doesn’t take long for it to return to my pussy.
“No more,” I plead, but they don’t stop, as I haven’t used any of my safewords.
“One more,” Elijah demands, voice low and coaxing. “Just one more for me, Ariel.”
I want to say I can’t, that I’m too far gone, too wrecked already. But no words come out—only broken moans and sharp breaths—as Elijah slides three fingers inside me and lowers his mouth to my clit.
The stretch is intense, but his fingers curl just right as his tongue flicks against that overworked bundle of nerves. My hips jerk, instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but Killian holds me steady, as his mouth and hands never leave my breasts.
I whimper, back arching off the sheets as my body responds to every touch, every flick of tongue. The heat inside me builds again—slow at first, like embers being stoked—but then it catches fast, turning into a wildfire of sensation that sweeps through me all at once.
The orgasm crashes over me with brutal intensity. I cry out, trembling from head to toe, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes as my entire body shudders beneath their touch.
Elijah doesn’t pull away immediately. He keeps his mouth on me, slowing only once the last wave has passed.
My chest heaves, breath caught somewhere between a sob and a sigh, and I feel Killian brushing his lips against my temple. “You did so well, Love,” he whispers. “So fucking well.”
Elijah finally lifts his head. “Perfect,” he says. “Absolutely perfect.”
Despite being spent, I smile. “I like being a good mate for you.” 
“Oh, you are,” Killian reassures me, before he asks, “Are you ready for more?”  

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