59. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 5

59. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 5
After all the orgasms Elijah gave me, I shouldn’t want more. But I do. I need them still.
“Yes. God, yes. I need you both inside me,” I rasp.
Killian chuckles—a low, dark sound that vibrates straight through me—as he shifts closer. “That’s our girl,” he murmurs. “Always so eager.”
His fingers trail down my side in a slow, teasing path, tracing the curve of my hip before dipping lower, brushing against the rope that still binds my arms.
“Tell us where you want our cocks,” he says. “Deep in that soaked pussy at the same time? In your mouth while the other fucks you hard? Or maybe your tight little ass?”
Killian’s filthy words send a rush of heat straight to my core. My mind floods with images—each one hotter than the last—as I imagine all the ways they could take me.
“I... I want your cocks in my mouth and pussy,” I say, breathless. “Taking turns. I want to taste both of you… while one fucks my throat, the other is buried balls-deep inside me.”
A low growl rumbles in Elijah’s chest as he rises from between my legs. “We will give you what you need,” he promises. 
He stands at the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving mine as he reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. My breath catches as more of his toned skin is revealed, muscles flexing with every movement. He kicks off his pants next, and when he finally strips off his boxers, his cock springs free. I don’t need my glasses to see how thick and hard it is. My mouth waters at the thought of having it in my mouth.
Beside me, Killian shifts, his hands already working the buttons of his jeans. “I’ve been waiting all fucking day for this,” he murmurs, voice heavy with desire. His shirt comes off next. He pushes down his jeans and underwear, and when he straightens again, my eyes drag down the length of him.
“You like what you see?” Killian asks. 
“Yes,” I breathe. 
“Then, take me into your mouth,” Killian demands.
My lips part, and Killian guides his dick to my mouth while Elijah settles between my parted thighs, his hard erection against my slick entrance.
A soft whimper rises in my throat as the thick head of Killian’s cock enters my mouth and the salty tang of his pre-cum blooms on my tongue. I find that I like his taste. 
He is careful at first, gently sliding in inch after inch, filling my mouth until he reaches the back of my throat. 
“Look at you, how good you’re taking my cock,” he growls.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking with a hunger that surprises even me, my tongue swirling along the underside, tracing the vein that throbs against my lips. He groans low, fingers threading through my hair, not pulling but holding, as his hips rock forward in shallow thrusts that let me set the rhythm.
“Fuck, Love,” Killian rasps. “Your mouth... so hot, so perfect.”
Elijah teases my entrance with his cock, dragging the tip through my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal. I whine, wanting him inside me already. 
I let go of Killian’s cock. “Fuck me,” I demand. “Fuck hard and fast.”
“You think you can handle rough?” Elijah asks. 
“Do your worst,” I challenge him before my mouth returns to Killian’s dick.
Elijah’s hands grab my thigh hard enough to bruise, spreading me wider, exposing me completely. With a single, brutal thrust, he slams into me—deep and unforgiving. His thick length stretches my pussy to its limits, reaching so deep inside me while I moan around Killian’s cock.
“Fuck—you feel so damn tight with the anal plug in,” Elijah groans. 
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. No, he pulls back almost to the tip, only to ram forward again, harder, the sharp slap of his hips against mine jolting my entire body. My back arches as he sets a punishing rhythm—fast, brutal, like he’s trying to brand himself into my soul. Each thrust punches the air from my lungs, his balls slapping against my ass. 
“That’s my girl—taking this cock like a goddamn champ. So tight, squeezing me like you want me to break you,” Elijah praises me. 
The pleasure mixes with pain in an overwhelming kaleidoscope of sensation, my clit grinding against his pelvis with every savage plunge, sparks exploding behind my eyelids.
My moans turn louder, while I keep sucking Killian’s dick. His fingers tighten in my hair, yanking just enough to make my scalp sting, tilting my head back further to fuck my throat in demanding thrusts.. 
“Choke on it, Love,” he growls, his free hand smacking my cheek lightly—not hard, but enough to make my pussy clench around Elijah, drawing a hiss from him. “Do you like being used like this?” I nod and he murmurs, “Such a good little mate you are for us.” 
Elijah’s pace turns feral, hips pistoning like he can’t get deep enough, one hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse thunder under his fingers, sparks exploding all over my body. “Mine,” he snarls. “This pussy is fucking mine to breed.”
Oh! I love hearing him talk dirty. 
Elijah’s thumb finds my clit, rubbing rough circles around it. My body is still overstimulated from before, but it doesn’t prevent a new orgasm from building. 
“Come,” Elijah orders. “Come on my cock like the greedy mate you are.”
I shatter with a muffled scream around Killian, the vibration ripping a guttural groan from his throat as my pussy spasms wildly, milking Elijah hard. Stars erupt behind my eyelids, while every nerve igniting as pleasure crashes over me in brutal waves. My thighs quake uncontrollably, toes curling into the sheets, and I squirt—a hot, messy gush that soaks us both, dripping down my ass and onto the bed. It’s humiliating and euphoric all at once.
“Just like that,” Elijah hisses through gritted teeth, his rhythm faltering for a split second as he feels me come undone around him. 
But he doesn’t stop. Oh no. He grinds deeper, prolonging my orgasm, his hand on my throat tightening just enough to make the edges of my world blur, my pulse a frantic drum under his palm. “That’s my greedy mate, squirting all over my cock. So fucking perfect. So fucking mine.” 
Killian pulls back from my mouth, and strings of saliva and pre-cum connect us as he watches me shatter. 
“Look how she’s falling apart for us,” he rasps, stroking himself lazily, eyes fixed on every twitch and gasp my body gives.
Elijah’s hand glides softly along my thigh, then up to my breasts, pausing to tease my nipple before his lips brush my temple. “Let’s switch,” he says to Killian, his voice low and rough.
He releases his hold on my neck and begins to shift, trading places with Killian. I whimper at the loss of Elijah’s heat and weight above me—but then Killian moves between my legs, eyes dark with hunger, his presence just as overwhelming.
“Before we continue, I need to check in with you,” Elijah tells me. “Color?”