Chapter 92: The Reunion, Part II

Sophie

I was on the verge of passing out. Thankfully, we ate something before we started. Yes, Asher gave me four orgasms. Zion got me to two, but he was first, so it took me longer to reach that first peak. He used a vibrating clit clip and his fingers for the first one while leaving love bites all over my chest and used his mouth for the second. Matlock also got me to four, using only his fingers while he kissed me like there was no tomorrow. He made sure I was pressed against him the whole time. Asher used only his mouth for the first two and added his fingers to both my core and my back hole for the last two. So just one damn mystery egg, and I’ve already had ten orgasms. How am I still alive?

“Sophie, baby, you okay?” Zion’s soft touch on my face moved away the sweaty strands of hair stuck to my cheeks.

“Uh-huh,” I barely managed to vocalize. He chuckled, kissing my lips softly.

“Our baby is tired,” Asher gloated. I just stared at him.

“We aren’t finished yet, sweetheart. But we can take a break. You did so fucking good,” Zion praised. He helped me sit up slowly, and Asher had a water bottle ready. The cool liquid felt terrific, and it tasted like strawberries. They must have added their special electrolyte powder. It was my favorite.

Zion shifted behind me and let me lay down against his chest. Zion and Asher took turns feeding me grapes, apple slices, and strawberries, giving me time to come down from the top of my personal imaginary Mt. Olympus.

“You ready for another egg, little dove,” Asher asked, wagging his eyebrows. Of course, he was already interested in blowing another load. His insatiable sexual appetite could match Andre the Giant's actual appetite!

“No, but bring it on anyway,” I whispered while I snuggled further into Zion’s chest.

Matlock grabbed the little bowl with the balls and brought it to me. I lazily shuffled the contents before grabbing a random one and handing it to Matlock.

“Go ahead and pick two more, baby. That way, we know what we are doing,” he ordered playfully, winking at me.

So I shuffled them once more and picked out two more. Matlock took them and opened them up with a little POP.

“Okay, so egg number two is…. Ice and Fire,” Matlock said with that playful evil sparkle in his eyes. He looked at Asher, who bounced like a candy store kid. “Egg number three is… oh, this will be fun. A full body massage… inside and out.” Zion nipped my shoulder. I could practically feel their hands already on my body.

“And finally, number four…. Triple penetration!” Matlock sang. “Are you going to be a good baby girl and take her Daddy and Master’s cocks?” he teased, rubbing his knuckles over my flushed cheek. My eyes were as big as saucers, but I still nodded.

“I’ll go get the ice!” Asher proclaimed. Zion scooped me up so he could get off the bed, rushing to get something, what I presume was the ‘fire’ aspect of this new game. Matlock went to his chest of drawers, which I knew held a collection of toys.

He returned with some leather cuffs. “lay down with your head on the pillow and raise your arms above your head, baby girl!” he ordered. I complied immediately. He climbed on the bed near my head and fastened the cuffs on my wrists, careful not to make them too tight as to disturb my bandages. They were secured to a single hoop in the headboard.

“Good girl,” he praised me, kissing my forehead.

“We will be playing with ice cubes and special wax designed not to burn your skin. You will still feel the heat and a little sting, but it will not leave any permanent marks. Do you understand?” Matlock asked me seriously.

“Yes, Daddy,” I responded automatically. I was already feeling that growing need between my legs again.

“If it gets too much, use your safe word,” he reminded me.

“Yes, Daddy!” I said, smiling. Asher and Zion had come back into the room. Asher had a large bowl of ice cubes, and Zion lit these black and red candles on the bedside table.

“Alright, let's begin!” Matlock said, picking up an ice cube with a set of ice tongs. He immediately touched my erect nipples, just the tips. A cool, glorious shiver ran down to my toes. Asher joined him, taunting my other nipple. Around and around, they played with the ice, letting it slowly melt against my inflamed skin. The bite of the ice was delicious. I felt my nipples aching; they were so taut. They continued to paint water pictures with the ice over my swollen breasts when Zion sat next to his brother and raised a black candle over my stomach and let it slowly drip onto my skin.

I sucked in a harsh breath as the heat penetrated my pores. The sting was painful for just a moment before it was replaced with heat. Drip, drip, drip, the wax slowly hit my skin, leaving a faint trail down to my exposed heated core.

Asher brought his ice cube right next to the line of wax, which was the craziest sensation of fire and ice. Matlock traced his melting cube to my neck.

Zion continued his wax experiment on my inner thighs, pulling my knee towards him to get better access. Matlock and Asher grabbed new ice cubes and continued their ministrations over my skin, moving from my neck to my thighs. Up and down, following the trails of wax that were hardening on my skin.

With Matlock's subtle nod, both started trailing their ice down to my heated core. They pulled my legs apart so I was fully exposed to them. They touched the cube to my clit before Matlock took his cube and teased my opening. I was panting heavily as the sensations over-fried my brain. He began to thrust the cube inside my aching, heated core. The frosty treat was indescribable. He pushed in a full cube and let it sit inside. I couldn’t help but squirm.

I let out a small cry of pain when the wax was dropped onto my outer lips. They were practically raw from the previous festivities.

For the next however many minutes, the three of them continued to put ice cubes in my sacred holes, teasing my nipples, my clit, and every inch of my body they could reach. When they ran out of cubes, they stopped, ending with a plethora of kisses and praises as they scraped off the wax and wiped off the water.

Matlock then reached for something on the bedside table, and before I could ask questions, a silk blindfold was placed tightly over my eyes, and a ball gag was placed in my mouth. I felt several pairs of hands on my body, and then I was flipped over onto my stomach. My hands were still latched to the headboard. “If it gets too much, just snap your fingers three times,” Matlock whispered. I nodded my head.

They positioned my legs at an outward bent angle, exposing all my glistening lady bits to the cool room air. I heard lots of shuffling and a bottle click open. Then, I was met with euphoria. Three sets of strong magical hands began to knead my sore flesh. My arms, my back, my legs were first. I was coated in vanilla essence oil and in pure bliss. As I started drifting off to sleep, those three sets of hands moved to my ass and inner thighs. One set of hands, which I recognized as Matlock’s, found its way to my core. One finger slipped in, followed by another. He began slowly massaging my inner walls, making the dam burst open, and free fluid of ecstasy just continued to pour out. I couldn’t stop the sweet moans from escaping my covered mouth. Asher’s fingers found their way into my back channel, and between him and his father sensually pumping their long digits into my inner sanctum, that delicious, familiar feeling of an orgasm was fast approaching.

“Come, Sophie,” Matlock ordered, as he could feel my insides grasping at his fingers like a dying fish for water. I clamped down on his intruding extension, milking his touch for every pulse of my earth-shattering orgasm.

“Good girl,” they all cooed. They removed their fingers, and Zion continued to knead my flesh while the others cleaned up. I was Jello by the time they finished lathering up my body for, no doubt, the grand finale of our reunion.

I was released from my bindings and pulled into a searing kiss from Zion. Asher and Matlock worked on my neck and shoulders, kissing every inch they could. When Zion released my lips for air, another claimed them. Several rounds of kisses were exchanged like a merry-go-round until I was utterly dizzy from affection.

My hands reached their tall, standing flagpoles, which I happily rubbed for a good voyage. They finally laid me down on my side, and Zion lifted my top leg and straddled my bottom leg. His tip coated my juices, and I felt him push inside. We both moaned at the deep connection as bottomed out inside of me. Asher and Matlock lay down on either side of me while Zion started to pump slowly.

Asher soon joined him in my back hole, each impossible inch stretching me like there was no tomorrow. I breathed deeply and tried to relax, focusing on the pleasurable sensations of being so full. They soon found their rhythm of thrusting while Matlock nibbled on my chest. I stroked him hard while he played, earning a playful glare.

With a final passionate kiss to distract me, Matlock’s tip lined up at my entrance and slowly entered my core, stretching me to an impossible length. I cried through the kiss. Within five pumps from the three of them, I was over the edge, out the door, and down the street. I honestly do not know if I had like twenty orgasms in a row or just one massive explosive one that continued to milk their cocks for the honey I desperately wanted. They didn’t last long, either. A few more strokes and all three of them grunted and began to shake as their balls finally seized up and shot out their ropes of hot seed.

The men fell around me like floppy bacon; we were exhausted, sweaty, and thoroughly satiated. I hardly remember being taken to the bath full of vanilla essence and being washed. I hardly remember being changed into my favorite silk pajamas or being tucked in surrounded by my three men. They stole me from my home only to steal my heart as well.

Tomorrow, we will deal with the traitors and find the rest of the Brutius family. If only I knew it wasn't going to be so simple.