60. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 6

60. Ariel - Pleasure Dom 6
A wide smile spreads on my lips. “Green.” 
Elijah leans in and kisses me, slow and deep. “Good girl,” he rasps against my mouth. “Killian’s going to wreck your pretty pussy now.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Killian runs his palms along my legs. “Look at this mess you made, Love,” he says as his thumb drags through my folds before it reaches my clit and rubs it gently, sending jolts of pleasure along my body.
“You want it rough like Elijah gave you? Want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?”
“Ruin me,” I say.
That’s all the invitation Killian needs. He lines up with my entrance, and he presses forward inch by inch, stretching me with a slow, delicious burn that makes my breath catch in my throat. My pussy, already so sensitive and tender from all the attention, tightens around him instinctively.
“So tight,” Killian breathes, his hips reaching mine. He holds still inside me, letting me adjust. “Fuck, you feel like heaven.”
Elijah cups my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek, before guiding his cock back to my lips. 
“Open for me, Sugar," he rasps. “Taste how good you came all over my dick.” 

I part eagerly, tongue flicking out and licking his dick, savoring the mix of my juices and his cum. Then he slides inside my mouth. His hand fists my hair, tilting my head to take him better, fucking my mouth with long, controlled strokes that make me gag, my throat working around him, making him groan in pleasure.
Killian doesn’t stay still for long. He pulls back—almost all the way out—before slamming home again, his hips crashing into mine hard, which makes me choke Elijah’s dick. 
My arms being tied behind my back, my pussy and mouth being used at the same time–this has to be the wildest thing I have ever done. But, fuck! It feels so good being used like this, being fucked so hard by Killian and Elijah. 
I will be so sore tomorrow, but it will be so worth it. 
“Look at her,” Killian grits out between thrusts, his hands cupping my ass, angling my body so I can take him in deeper. “Taking us both like a fucking dream. Her pussy is squeezing me so tight, begging to be fucked for our.” Then he asks me, “Do you want that, Ariel? Do you want us to fuck you into a coma?” 
I moan hard around Elijah’s dick because being talked dirty turns me on so much. 
“Good girl,” Killian growls. 
Killian shifts his grip on my ass, tilting my hips up higher. The angle changes everything—his cock now dragging against a spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my breath stutter.. He fuck me mercilessly, slamming hard inside me, each snap of his hips sending wave after wave crashing inside me, making me moan uncontrollably. 
Elijah’s dick moves faster inside my mouth, fucking my throat faster, while he looks into my eyes. “Keep making those sounds,” he hisses as his movements become more heretic. “They drive me crazy.” 
He’s close. Just like I am. 
My moans turn louder. 
“You’re gonna make me come down your throat,” Elijah warns me. 
Naturally, I try to suck him harder, wanting him to feel just as good as I am.
His free hand pinches my nipple, twisting sharply and sweetly, the pain and pleasure jolting straight to my clit, amplifying the blissful inferno Killian is building with each powerful thrust. 
Killian’s right hand slides to my pussy, his fingers finding my clit, and he rubs it with delightful circles, while he says, “Come one more time, Ariel.” 
And fuck, if I don’t. 
The orgasm hits like a bomb—exploding inside me with such a force, I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but surrender to the sweet chaos that grips me completely.
But I’m not the only one unraveling. The vibration of my cry of ecstasy shatters Elijah's control—he thrusts deep one last time with a guttural roar that vibrates through his chest. His cock pulses hot and thick against my tongue as he comes, flooding my mouth with his cum. I struggle to swallow, but a few drops escape my mouth.
Elijah waits for me to clean his dick with my mouth before he pulls free and pushes every drop of cum from my chin to my lips. “This is also yours,” he says. 
I lick his thumb, making him growl low. 
Killian doesn’t last much longer either, the tight grip of pussy around him being his undoing. 
“Take it, Love! Take everything I give you,” he snarls as he slams one last time, before he cums deep inside me. His head drops onto my shoulder, his breathing ragged. “This was… I have no words to describe how intense this was.” He presses his to my neck. “How do you feel?” 
“Sore,” I say. 
He rolls off me, his breathing still uneven. 
“Let’s get her out of the rope,” Elijah says. “Can you do that while I draw a bath for her?”
“Yeah,” Killian replies.
Elijah puts on his pants before he disappears into the bathroom. The soft click of the door and the rush of running water follow a moment later.
Killian begins to undo the knots, his fingers careful as they work over the rope. He frees my arms first, then cradles my wrists gently between his palms, rubbing slow circles to bring the blood back.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “Tell me if anything stings.”
“I’m fine,” I whisper, my voice soft with exhaustion. “Just… tired.”
Killian chuckles under his breath. “With how many times you came, I’m surprised you’re still awake.” He brushes a kiss over my temple. “Do you want some water?”
“Water sounds wonderful,” I sigh, letting my head rest against his shoulder for a moment.
His arms come around me, and he holds me for a bit. 
Elijah returns a couple of minutes later. “Bath’s ready.”
 “I’ll have your water ready when you’re done,” Killian says. 
I try to rise, but my legs feel like jelly, unsteady and uncooperative. “Think you can help me?” I ask Elijah.
He doesn’t hesitate. He scoops me into his arms as if I weigh nothing, holding me close against his chest. I curl into him instinctively, soaking in the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart.
The bathroom is filled with steam and the scent of lavender. Candlelight flickers on the edge of the bathtub, casting everything in a hazy glow. Elijah pauses by the edge of the tub, adjusting his hold on me before slowly lowering me into the warm water.
A quiet moan escapes me as the heat envelops my aching muscles. I sink deeper with a sigh, letting the warmth relax my tired body. Elijah kneels beside the tub and begins pouring water gently over my shoulders.
“Let me take care of you,” he says softly.
He picks up a cloth, dipping it in the water before dragging it slowly over my skin—my arms, my collarbone, down my back. 
“You did so well,” he murmurs. “How do you feel?” 
“Tired,” I whisper, “but… happy.”
He leans in and brushes his lips over mine. “I love you, Ariel,” he breathes. “You have no idea how strong my feelings are for you.”
Of course, I’m still high on orgasms and floating somewhere between bliss and exhaustion, because I can’t stop four words from slipping out of my mouth.
“I love you, too.”

Now that this part is done, I will focus more on the plot.