Chapter 37

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

Ana

O nce again, Blade and Flame have exceeded my wildest fantasies, elevated me to heights beyond ones they've taken me to before. The moment Flame's tongue struck my clit, I came, and although a lot of time has passed since then, I'm still cresting on that first orgasm. Still flying so high as my body absorbs Blade's thrusts.

He's taking me deeply, but gently and slowly, and the same was true while Flame was inside me. And I love how each of them is holding me for the other and watching the act as if I'm the most beautiful creature on earth. I feel incredibly loved and totally safe, even though I continue to be tipped back, held aloft and balanced precariously on the edge of this rock.

Flame drops my leg in favor of teasing my breasts, and I take the opportunity to hook my leg behind Blade, helping me tug him deeper inside me. The things Flame has been doing to my breasts and nipples more than compensates for my being in a slightly more precarious position. My sex is flooded with blood and arousal. I'm so close to another orgasm, that when this second climax strikes it might be powerful enough to actually kill me. At least I'll die happy.

One of Flame's hands slides from my breast, slipping down over my belly, and he grazes my clit.

I explode. Pieces of me scatter through the forest, shooting up to the stars as my body writhes, my back arching, my pelvis wrenching forward and back, and my insides contracting tightly around Blade's rigid cock that's thrusting even harder inside me now.

One of Blade's hands shifts to brace on Flame's shoulder. "Fuck. Fuck. I'm going to come. I can't hold it back."

My contractions become even more erratic, mirroring his thrusts, and he shouts as his seed shoots inside me, reaching places far beyond what seems physically possible, stimulating every part of my body at once—stealing my vision, my ability to perceive anything beyond his cock that's thrusting with the help of his slippery hot seed. My orgasm builds in force, as if my body seeks to suck more and more of his offering deeper inside me.

I'm barely aware as I'm lifted and moved off the rock. Each of the men hooks an arm under one of my bent legs as they hold me between them. My insides are now empty, but still pulsing, and my thighs are damp with the evidence of everything that just happened.

"You okay?" Blade asks.

Opening my eyes, I try to offer a reassuring smile as I nod. "So gooood." The word slides out on a long exhale as the men tenderly support me, and I look between them, overwhelmed by the emotion I see in both sets of eyes. What I'm witnessing in the twin oceans of silver and blue goes far beyond sexual satisfaction, and my heart can barely stand the infusion of love.

The men shift me. As if I'm floating between them, I don't need to make any effort, or even pay attention to what they're doing. I've never felt quite so safe.

When our positions settle again, both of my legs are bent over powerful arms, one from each of them, and my position keeps my legs spread, my sex exposed to the fresh air. But even better, although my hips are turned slightly more toward Flame, I can see them both.

"You up for two cocks?" Flame asks, and I nod, feeling like my wildest dreams for this night in the forest are coming true. Okay. My wildest dreams would involve Phil as well, perhaps even Crusher, but given our current reality this is beyond amazing.

The two men fondle my body as they support me, fingers sliding through my folds, slipping in and out of me, and tracing trails of my juices and Blade's everywhere on my body. I close my eyes, hoping to heighten all the wonderful sensations—the sounds of the nighttime forest, the touch of their hands, the scent of the cool night air.

Then every scent is overtaken by the coppery tang of blood. I open my eyes. Blade has bitten Flame's wrist, and he groans as he uses the blood to coat his cock. Blade presses some against my asshole too, and I buck in their arms as he pushes some of the magical, stimulating lube inside me.

I am so ready for this. I even might have been able to manage Blade's long stiffness, without the extra lubrication, but I'm grateful for it. And having Flame's blood inside me heightens my anticipation and excitement. Even if this hurts, a bit of pain will balance out my bliss, and I know it will turn into pleasure.

Arms still hooked under my bent legs, the men lift me slightly and they position their heads at my entrances.

Are they? Would they? Can they both enter at once?

The questions racing through my excited mind are answered, as they both thrust up in unison, impaling me on their rigid poles as I remain suspended between them. I gasp. All the air leaves my body with the sharp pinch of pain and the all- consuming fullness, even though not much more than their heads are inside me.

One of my hands flies up to Flame's shoulder, and I reach back to grab one of Blade's shoulders too. But he captures my fingers in his, and I turn to face him as our fingers entwine.

Then both men thrust in unison again, moving deeper, so much deeper. I squeeze Blade's hand and clench the muscles of Flame's shoulder, loving how connected I feel to these men, loving that there's still fresh air blowing between us, saving me from spontaneous combustion.

I turn my attention back and forth between them, both men keeping their gazes on my face, watching me lovingly and making sure they're not truly hurting me as they stretch me in ways that feel further than ever before.

It's not the first time I've taken two cocks, but my emotions are intensifying the feeling. Gravity keeps dropping me, sliding both men in deeper, even while they're still.

But they don't stay still for long. Moving in tandem, their hips thrust slowly, their powerful bodies moving like twin waves on either side of me. Luxuriously they penetrate me more and more thoroughly, as my body consumes them. Every hint of pain has vanished, and I pulse my hips between them hoping to increase the friction. They clearly read the signals that I'm ready for more.

Bending their legs to use more of their bodies' power, the two men push up and into me as I remain suspended between them. The fullness is so intense and overwhelming I'm blinded for a moment, and it's hard to believe that anything else exists in the world beyond us. Continuing to thrust up and into me, they use their arms, hooked under my bent legs, to tug down on my thighs, counteracting their upward thrusts and driving themselves even further inside me.

I'm stuffed so full now, there's tension in my throat. I want to tell them that I love them, but I can't possibly speak.

Buried deep, they stop thrusting, and stop tugging me down to meet their hard drives. Instead, they rock me between them. And while the actual movements are smaller now, the feelings are huge. Every inch of me, every cell inside both of my channels, is being stimulated at once, feeling the shapes and ridges of both of their cocks, sensing the blood that continues to rush inside them.

Their rods both grow impossibly harder and harder as their essence absorbs from their skin and into my tender internal flesh.

Able to catch my breath for a moment, I look between them. I kiss one, then the other, and the ferocity of their passion, the adoration in their eyes lifts me even higher. I only hope that Flame and Blade can see the depth of my feelings in my expression, because I still can't speak.

If I could, I'd tell them that I don't care if I die on the other side of that portal. I don't even care if the world ends, anymore. I don't care about my duty, or about slaying a demon. The only thing that matters at this moment is my love for these two men and keeping their cocks trapped inside me for as long as possible.

They start thrusting again, moving in opposition this time, and my body swings like a pendulum between them. As one retreats, the other drives in deeply, and this feels even better. Although it's beyond impossible to measure one moment over another. Each second of this experience has gone far beyond any pleasure I could ever imagine.

Untwining my fingers from Blade's, I twist my upper body slightly so that I can see them both at the same time, and they're looking at each other now as they take turns pushing inside me, almost as if it's a contest of who can go deeper. Who can make me feel more.

But despite the undeniable power and depth of their thrusts, they're still moving slowly, carefully, clearly more concerned about my pleasure than their own, and wanting this to last as long as I do, preferably for the rest of our lives.

Resting my hands on their chests, I close my eyes, letting my body drift on the two penetrating sticks of heaven, my pleasure cresting even higher as I concentrate on nothing beyond the friction, nothing beyond the fullness and the love I feel between us.

A sound in the woods distracts me.

Opening my eyes, I spot Crusher.

He's standing about fifty yards away from us, watching. And the pain and longing on his face nearly breaks me in two.

He's keeping his promise to protect me from Phil, even if it means having to watch this display. Watch what I've told him he can never have again. Not with me.

Crusher told me he loved me, and looking into his eyes right now, even across this great distance, I see that his feelings haven't changed. His love, combined with his obvious need for me, dissolves my resolution.

Denying Crusher sexual pleasure seems cruel. Plus… The thought of his thick cock inside me, perhaps pounding into me from behind as the other men hold me…

"Join us," I mouth on an exhale. It's not even a whisper, but I can tell that he hears me.

The powerful vampire is one hundred percent tuned into me, and his reaction to my invitation reflects in his reaction.

"What?' Flame asks, just as Blade, says, "Who?"

I nod toward Crusher.

A smile spreads over Flame's face, making me even more certain this is a good idea.

But Crusher frowns. His eyes fill with confusion that overtakes the longing and desire. Still, he walks slowly toward us.

Blade and Flame pick up their pace and vigor, clearly thinking this round of our love making might soon end and wanting to milk every last piece of enjoyment.

"Together," Flame cries out.

Their rhythm changes, both pushing into me at the same time, and their powerful hips buck with so much speed and force I can barely keep my eyes focused on Crusher as he approaches.

But he continues to walk forward as the other two thrust, and although it's hard to believe there's room inside me for anything beyond intense pleasure, gratitude explodes to occupy every last part of my heart. I have four men who love me.

One is in dire danger, but the other three are with me now, and to want more than that seems greedy.

Absorbing the increasingly powerful thrusts, I close my eyes, willing my body to achieve a release that refuses to come. I'm far to overstimulated right now.

Hands land on either side of my face, warm and heavy.

My eyes open to see Crusher standing there, tenderly holding my face and looking into my eyes as Blade and Flame slam their cocks into me, pumping hard and deep, over and over, moving so quickly now it's like one continuous penetration. My insides burn from the friction and sexual pleasure.

"I do want you," Crusher says softly. "You must know how badly I want you."

I try to smile, but I have no control over any part of my body right now, and there's no possibility of speaking.

"I love you, Ana," Crusher says. "I will always love you. Deeply. And I would do anything for you. I would kill for you. I would die for you."

I nod, or try to, but I suspect my head's moving in time with the powerful thrusts.

"But there is one thing I will not do." Crusher's eyes fill with sadness. "I will not make love to you again. Not until I regain your trust."

Flame and Blade both come. Their seed erupts inside me, stealing my attention, and consuming every one of my senses.

Their ejaculate triggers my own climax, and I ride their rods, as they continue to pump into me. Eventually, their movements slow, but I have no concept of how much time has passed. Or how much longer it is before they slip me off their cocks to hold me between them.

My contractions continue, my limp body still feeling stuffed even though I know it's now empty, and I'm wracked with powerful climactic aftershocks.

When I'm finally able to open my eyes, to use any part of my spent body, Crusher is gone.

He's completely vanished, making me question whether his presence was only a dream.