Chapter 49

Chapter

Forty-Nine

Ana

" H ey you two." Flame's voice echoes in the pool room, and I lift my head from Crusher's chest to see Flame and Blade at the entrance.

"What's wrong?" Crusher pulls us up to sit, cradling me in his lap and wrapping his arms protectively around me as if the other men have never seen me nude.

"Nothing's wrong." Flame leans against the tiled wall, and the glowing light turns his hair a soft blue. "I just thought Ana might want to know that Phil's awake."

"Oh!" My heart starts racing. "I'll be right up. Where are my clothes?" I glance around. My trousers are peeking out, under one of the chaises, and my long-sleeved t-shirt is floating in the pool.

"Clothes?" Phil steps into the room. "Not a big fan of clothes, myself."

Leaping up, I race over to join Phil, pressing my naked body against him so firmly I'm shocked that we don't merge into one.

Phil lifts me into his arms, so we can look into each other's eyes, and I wrap my arms and legs around his thick trunk.

"Fuck, you are beautiful." His voice rumbles inside me.

A blush rises on my cheeks, burning my skin from the inside. But the way he's looking at me, and the way he said those words—so earnestly—makes me glow, inside and out.

"How are you feeling?" I trace my fingers through his coppery hair, and then over his chin, noting that he shaved after he woke.

"A thousand percent better," he says. "Ready for battle."

"Battle?" Leaning back, I try to look shocked, but my grin betrays me.

"I'd fight a thousand armies for the chance to fuck you right now."

And although Phil's words are crass, my insides flood with moisture.

Crusher gets up off the chaise and grabs his jeans, hanging over the pool ladder. "We should leave you two alone for a while."

"Yeah. Sure. Right." Blade claps Flame on the back. "Let's give Phil some time with Ana."

"Don't leave on my account," Phil says. "I'm more than happy to share." He looks into my eyes, and my love and gratitude for this man multiply beyond belief.

"Speaking of sharing." Bursting with emotion, I look between the four of them. "I hope you know that I love you all. That I'm in love with all four of you. And I hope…I hope that's okay?"

"Okay?" Crusher steps up beside Phil and puts his hand on my back. Then Flame and Blade arrive too, and the four men encase me in the sexiest cocoon I could ever imagine. Okay, if they were all naked, that would be even sexier.

"Darlin'," Flame fondles my butt as I cling to Phil. "That's more than okay. It's fucking ideal."

"Couldn't agree more," Crusher says. "You are our life now, Ana. Our Queen. We live to serve you."

The blush on my cheek deepens, but so does my discomfort. "Queen? Serve me? That sounds…that sounds very one sided. Like you four work for me."

"No one said that." Crusher's hand closes over one of my ass cheeks and squeezes. "And if you're not careful, I'll show you again, who's really in charge." His voice is gruff and deep, almost threatening, and his hand tightens over my ass. An unexpected shiver of lust traces through me. Because I realize that I very much would like to see Crusher take charge—of all of us.

"I understand what you're saying." Blade kisses the side of my neck. "But even if the five of us are equals, it doesn't mean that you're not our queen."

"Yeah," Flame adds. "Plus, you couldn't stop me from worshiping you if you tried."

I shift against Phil's body, loving the feel of his bulk between my legs and barely caring that my sex is dampening his shirt. I've never felt so ready, or so in love.

"Should we go up to the bedroom?" I ask, and then bite my lip, slightly embarrassed by my boldness.

"No time for that," Phil says, and his hold on me shifts.

"No time? Why?" Disappointment drops my mood, but then I feel his fingers stroking through my folds.

"No chance can I make it all the way upstairs," Phil growls. "Not unless I'm already inside you."

"Oh!"

One of Phil's fingers slides inside me.

I gasp in shock and pleasure, and he leaves it there as the men work together, tugging down Phil's pants and pulling me up and away from him to position his hardness for entry.

Leaning onto Phil's shoulders, I brace myself. I want this. I want it so badly.

It hasn't been that long since I had Crusher inside me, but Phil's even bigger, and one of the best and worst things about being a vampire is how quickly my body recovers. My pussy, as the men call it, has already returned to its tiny, tight state, reluctant to accept men of their size, no matter how wet I've become.

Phil's hands shift to my waist, and he holds me poised above him, in position to be speared. "You ready?"

I nod. "So ready."

"Because I'm fucking desperate. I need to take you quickly."

"It'll be like pulling a bandage," Flame pipes in, and he strokes my back, tracing his fingers up and down my spine.

Phil looks deeply into my eyes. Tugging down on my waist, he thrusts up, forcing an unbelievably long part of his thickness inside me at once.

I gasp, blind from the intense, sudden pain. But as quickly as it comes, the pain dissipates to race through every nerve in my body until I'm eager for more.

"Ready to take a hard ride?" Phil asks. "It's been a while." His jaw clenches. "Too long. I'm not sure I can control—" His hips thrust, driving him deeper inside me.

"Sorry. Fuck."

"I'm good." I grip onto his shoulders, resting my forehead on his, and then, as his hips thrust, he pumps me up and down over him, going deeper and deeper each time I drop.

Looking into his eyes, I see, not only his pleasure but also all he's been through. I can see how hard he fought to resist me, while that demon was egging him on.

Phil resisted temptation against the will of a demon, and I don't want him to hold back anything now.

"Fuck me, Phil," I say against his ear. "Fuck me as hard and as deep as you want to. As hard as you did our very first time. You know I can take it."

His hands shift position, leaning me away from him slightly so he can better look into my eyes. The angle's precarious, but the other men are there to be sure I don't fall back, as Phil's powerful arms pump me over his thickness, at the same time his hips drive forward, punishingly hard and furiously fast.

"Fuck, Ana." Phil shouts. "Fuck. I'm so sorry to do this. It's too hard."

I shake my head. I can't possibly speak, but I try to reassure him with my eyes and my expression. He has no reason to apologize.

He's fucking me even more brutally than our first time in their games room. Back then, he was trying to show me how much he hated me. But he loves me now, and it makes all the difference. So does looking into his eyes.

As hard as his taking me, I can see the love in his eyes, side-by-side with his urge for sexual gratification. Phil needs this. He needs this hard, quick release more than anything.

His expression darkens. Turning so ferocious that, for a split second, I'm afraid the demon's still there, but then he shouts. "I love you, Ana. I love you so fucking much."

His thrusts grow erratic. Then he pulls me hard against him, driving impossibly deep inside me, and holding me tightly against his pelvis. Once there, I'm rewarded by the hot spray of his ejaculate, burning me, stimulating me, and increasing the lubrication and pleasure between us.

His thrusts begin again, and as he vigorously pumps me, wildly and without abandon, the other men stroke my back, my hair, my face, my breasts.

"Easy, Ana," Crusher says. "Easy."

I can't figure out why he's saying that, and then I realize that it's me, pumping myself over Phil. He's still hard inside me, but clearly spent in every other way. I'm the one giving him a hard fuck now.

"Let's move to the next room," Flame says.

I have no idea why we're moving or how. All I can register is that Phil is still filling me completely, that his come is driving me insane with need, and that the other men are guiding us, as Phil carries me into the next room, still impaled on his cock. Every step he takes moves him inside me, and it's both too much and not enough for me right now.

The walls in this room are cedar and fragrant, and soft lighting bathes the space in a cozy warm glow. Phil sets me down on the edge of a well-padded massage table, raised up so that it's the perfect height for him to stay inside me with his feet on the floor.

Locking my legs around him, I look into his eyes and brush his face. "You need blood."

He groans, but then nods.

The other three men gather on the opposite side of the table behind me, and I tilt my head to the side, exposing my throat.

Phil's fangs emerge, and then the sharp stab of his bite shoots intense pleasure racing through me. My blood rushes to enter his body, to nourish him, and I love the feeling. His feeding heightens my own strength and libido, and my pussy pulses around him.

Phil's hips start to pump, moving his thickness slowly, and I'm so caught up in the pleasure, that I don't notice when he releases my throat. All I know is that at some point I'm fully leaning back against Crusher, Blade and Flame—the three men supporting me, fondling my body, as Phil thrusts inside me.

"See what we meant by worship?" Flame asks, as he plays with one of my nipples.

"We exist to make you happy." Crusher nudges my face around to kiss him, and one of Flame's fingers slides down my body, finding my clit.

An orgasm strikes instantly.

Crusher backs off the kiss, and my body detonates from within, contracting hard around Phil's cock as his girth continues to slide inside me. All four men watch me in awe as I shatter, as if what's going on with my body is the most beautiful, most astounding thing in the world.

My contractions slow until they're more like an even pulse. But I can no longer imagine them ever stopping.

Phil's jaw hardens, his face reddens. And then he shouts, as he comes again, leaving me shaking and quivering and with even more need. And still the other three watch—touching me, holding me, worshiping me like I am a Queen, a Goddess.

Phil slips out from inside me, then bends over to kiss me, and his heavy cock lands hard against my thigh.

"Who would you like inside you next, my love?" Phil asks against my lips.

"Your wish is our command," Crusher says deeply.

I smile up at them. "I'll be happy, as long as every one of you comes inside me tonight." I look into Crusher's eyes. "You decide. You be in charge."

A grin flashes over Crusher's lips, then his expression hardens. "Flame. Inside her. Now."

The instant Crusher barks his command, Flame and Phil swap positions. From behind me, Phil holds up one of my legs, tenderly cradling it, as Flame straightens my other leg and rests it against his shoulder. Holding me firmly, Flame slides his cock inside me, going in all the way at once.

I gasp at Flame's quick entry, but I'm so slick with Phil's juices, and my own, that while I feel full, it doesn't hurt. And then Flame starts pumping, taking me slowly and carefully, clearly enjoying not only the act but also putting on a show, as the other three watch, gathered around me.

"See how she stretches?" Crusher says deeply. "See how her body yields to Flame's pounding cock? Her cunt is tiny, but eager. So hungry. So capable. So ready to accommodate whatever we give her."

I look up into each of their eyes in turn, and their expressions of happiness, of adoration, nearly break me. I'm about to tell them once again that I love them, but Flame's fangs spring out and he gestures toward Blade.

Leaning between us, Blade tips his head to the side, and Flame spears his fangs into his throat.

Flame groans as he feeds. So does Blade.

Flame quickly releases Blade's vein, and blood drips onto my skin. Flame doesn't take the time to finish his last swallow or even lick his lips.

Instead, he accelerates his thrusts, moving so quickly inside me I can barely see him move. Blade swipes some of his own blood from Flame's open lips, and then touches his blood-tipped finger to my clit.

I detonate again. And the other three brace me, as Flame's hips continue to pummel me, moving like a piston and creating so much heat between us I fear he'll literally set me on fire.

My hips fight to buck, to swivel, to pull back, to control any of this action, but the men are holding me so tightly I have no choice but to feel the full force of every single one of Flame's punishing thrusts as my body continues to uncontrollably squeeze around him.

Punishing is the only word to describe Flame's force, but if this is a punishment I will gladly misbehave—and often. I'll do whatever it takes to deserve this brutal treatment again—and again and again.

Flame erupts inside me, and I cry out, unable to hold anything back. I'm a quivering mess, limp, unable to move, but no longer wanting to move. I lean back against the men, and they continue to look at me as if I'm the most beautiful, the most important being in the entire world.

Flame slips out from inside me.

"I'll take her from behind," Crusher says. "You three look into her eyes."

Crusher flips me, setting me onto my hands and knees on the table, and it lowers a few inches as the other three men hold me, their hands stroking my belly, my back, my breasts.

I grip the other edge of the table, as Crusher's arms nudge my knees farther apart, stretching me, exposing me, and making me feel slightly off balance.

"What a beautiful sight," he says, and I feel the heat of his breath on my sex. "Phil and Flame are dripping out of you, my love. And you're so red, so hot. So ready for my cock." His fingers slip through my slit, and my hips wiggle and bounce at the stimulation.

"Be still." His hands grip my hips. "I want you still while I fuck you. Can you do that for me, baby?"

"I…I don't know." It's an honest answer, and I'm not sure if we're back in the earlier role play. Regardless, my pelvis is already tilting, trying to move, even as Crusher's hands grip me tightly.

"Don't move," Crusher says gruffly. "You can do it. You're a warrior. Don't disappoint me."

He tugs my hips back, and his thickness splits me in two.

I cry out, and he stops there, buried deeply inside me.

"Oh, darlin'." In front of me, Flame squats, looking into my eyes and stroking my face. "Watching the impact as he drilled you. Shit. Such a thing of beauty."

Phil's hands stroke my back, and I look into his eyes. "If Crusher hurts you…" His voice comes out in a growl, and I nod, promising that I'll let him know. And that I know full well what he'll do to Crusher. But I'm also certain that Crusher would never hurt me, not really.

And then, as if he could hear that thought, Crusher firms his grip on my hips, and starts to rock my ass back against his hard thrusts as he drives this thickness deeper and deeper inside me.

"Good girl," he says as he pounds me. "That's it. Take me in. Take it all in, but don't move. I'm the only one who moves your body, until I release you."

One of his hands slides up to my shoulder. Then, with one hand on my shoulder and one on my hip, he tugs my body back even harder to meet each of his drives, each one hitting so deeply I want to scream. But the strikes are hitting too quickly for me to react to individual thrusts, and the combination of pain and pleasure lifts me right off the massage table, right out of the room.

"That's it, baby," Crusher says as he thrusts, and I marvel at how calm and unstrained his voice is. But that's Crusher. Always in control. And I take that on as a personal challenge for the future. Someday I'll break Crusher, in all the ways he's currently breaking me.

"Stay still now, baby. Easy. Take me all in, even though I'm too big for you. That's the way." His voice is like a balm, and the other men continue to soothe me, with their hands and their eyes, as they take turns looking into mine.

"It's time now," Crusher says. "Brace yourself, baby. Be brave. You can take this. And remember—no moving."

I don't have time to guess what he means before his seed erupts inside me, filling me completely and racing into my bloodstream so quickly I swear I can taste him.

My back is cramping from trying to keep still. My elbows collapse, and my body curls into a ball as he continues to thrust hard inside me.

"I said no moving !" His hand on my shoulder tugs back on me. "Fuck. Fuck. This tighter position is worth your disobedience."

His hand slides off my hip, sliding over my ass and tracing close to the point of penetration, dangerously close to my clit. I both want and don't want him to touch it. Because if he does, I'll have no chance of staying still.

He hasn't given me permission to move, and I can't believe how much I'm getting pleasure from the idea of pleasing Crusher, of obeying his commands.

"Lower the table," he barks.

It drops. His angle changes inside me. His weight on me increases, as he bends over me, using his body weight to pin my tucked body down as he continues to thrust hard inside me. His movements are slower now, but unbelievably deep, and I'm so immobilized I can barely breathe.

Then his finger finds my clit. Using some the men's spent spunk that's leaked out of me, he rubs my sensitive nub, and I fight against the intensity, trying to buck, but his body weight and the force of his thrusts keep me pinned down.

"That's it, baby," he says against my ear. "You're doing as I asked. Not moving."

My contractions escalate, and I realize what he's done. He wanted me to be able to obey, so he helped me do it. He shifted us into a position where I couldn't move if I tried. My love for Crusher grows.

"Good girl. You've earned the ability to move." His weight shifts off me, and I explode again. My hips swivel and twist, lower and rise, and he has to hold me with both hands just to keep himself inside me as my entire body is consumed by an orgasm so powerful I'm not sure if it will ever end, or if I'll survive.

My mind blanks, as explosion after explosion steals my sight, my hearing, my ability to breathe.

And when I finally feel conscious again, it feels like hours have passed, like I've run a hundred miles, and yet Crusher's immense hardness is still stroking slowly inside me, and the other men are all caressing every inch of my skin, soothing me, offering soft words of love and support.

"Baby, do you need to rest before you take Blade?" Crusher asks.

For a moment I don't even understand the question, but then I shake my head, hanging forward as I remain on my knees.

Blade tips up my chin, and I'm dazzled by the flashing silvers in his eyes. "You're too tired. I can wait."

I lean forward to kiss him. "I need you inside me."

My words seem absurd. I'm not only spent, but completely and utterly stuffed full of Crusher, who's still thrusting this thickness inside me, but I mean what I said.

To end this today, to even take a pause in the action, without having all four men shoot their seed inside me would be incomplete. Incomprehensible. I want our relationship to be one of equals. I'm still sorting out what that means, but as exhausted as I am, I know this can't end until I've had Blade's beautiful cock shooting inside me.

Crusher slips out, and the men help me straighten onto my knees. My insides are aching, throbbing, and still feeling full, as Crusher's fluids, and my own, ooze out to dampen my thighs.

Beside me, Blade climbs onto the massage table, sitting cross-legged, his long cock jutting up. It bounces back against his abs, as if it's angry it hasn't yet been part of the action.

Flame mounts the table too, straddling Blade from behind, and supporting his friend as Phil and Crusher usher me toward Blade's lap to straddle him. I'm not sure I have the energy to pump myself over Blade, but I'm too exhausted to object to this position or suggest any other.

Cupping the backs of my legs, Crusher and Phil support my entire weight as Blade guides his cock to my entrance. And then they slowly let me drop.

Gasping, I grab onto Blade's shoulders as he slides inside me, stretching and rubbing against places not yet fully recovered.

"Easy," Crusher whispers in my ear. "Let us know if it's too much."

I nod as they slowly lower me, working me over Blade's long cock. I want to ride Blade with abandon, but while my heart wants that, my body's too tired.

"You need to feed," Crusher whispers near my ear, and before I can process his words, he re-positions himself, and moves my mouth near his throat.

Overcome by bloodlust, my fangs spring out and drive into Crusher's throat.

His hot liquid surges into me, and instantly, I feel stronger. I gulp down mouthful after mouthful of his thick, salty blood, feeling Crusher's strength and confidence—his stamina—coursing through me.

And my appreciation for him, for all four of these men, grows again. I can't believe I went even a day without admitting how much I love Crusher—how much I love all four of the men. I need each of them in different ways, but I'm just beginning to comprehend all the ways I need Crusher.

I was thrust into positions of power, so young. And even now, at a hundred years, I'm the youngest member on The Vampiric Council, and the weight of everyone's expectations is heavy.

And I see so vividly right now, as I drink from his vein, how Crusher will help ease that load. The other men will always support me. Will always love me. But Crusher will offer his guidance, his advice. He won't ever tell me what to do, but he'll tell me when he thinks I've erred, and he'll loan me his wisdom and confidence when I'm unsure.

I break away from his vein, lick clean the wound and look into his eyes. "Thank you."

Crusher nods, as if he understands everything that I mean. And then my body goes into action. Hooking my legs around Blade, I ride his rod, galloping like I'm being chased by one of those monsters from the other realm, like his cock is propelling my escape. Like I'm that dragon rider and his cock is part of my saddle.

Looking down into Blade's gorgeous eyes, I take in his beauty, his generous nature, and I tell him how much I love him. The other men gather in tightly around us, and I remind them all how much I love them too.