She answers with a writhe of her hips, grinding down as I bottom out. “Don’t stop, don’t—”
“Come for us, little sister,” I say against her temple. “Let go. We’ve got you.” My muscles coil as I hang on, feeling the rush of wetness, the swell of Rath’s dick in her ass, Tristian’s loud breaths as he watches, enraptured.
Story comes with a scream.
Her body wracks with a shudder that makes me clamp down tight, crushing her to my chest as Rath and I finish her off with hard, punishing thrusts. Tristian leans down to soothe her through it, even though his voice is strained and his words are getting so fucking filthy.
“… can’t wait to come down your throat as you take their loads. Then you’ll really be ours, won’t you? We’re going to pump you so full of our cum…”
Everything’s a little more complicated once she’s gone limp, so open and wet that it’s impossible to hold ourselves back. Rath curls over her back and shoves her into me with the punch of his hips. I answer back by bucking hard, slamming her up into him. It’s a conversation, a game of push and shove that Tristian only wishes he could be a part of.
Which is why it’s no surprise when he inches forward and nudges her shoulder. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
She opens her bleary eyes, lashes wet, but when she catches sight of Tristian’s dick, bobbing stiffly over my shoulder, she doesn’t miss a beat. Prying her fingers from the cushion, she levers herself up and reaches for him.
“That’s it,” he says, guiding her head. “Kiss it.”
She does, but it’s more tongue than lips, sloppy and tired, but no less enthusiastic. Tristian is the one to push it into her mouth, pulling her onto him until I can hear her struggling breaths. I take the chance to palm at her heavy tits, Rath and I not slowing as we watch Tristian fuck her throat.
It hits me that this is it.
It took us a long time to get here—years—but the pieces we set into motion all those years ago have finally come together. Rath’s heavy breathing and Tristian’s soft encouragements are mixed with the soft hums coming from Story’s throat. We’re all inside her, fucking her, using her and claiming her, and it’s just like Tristian said before. Making her ours. It flows between us in an energy we could probably never explain to someone else. Through the wet sounds and ragged grunts, we’re all connected. Unified. For some reason that isn’t apparent to me yet, I get the feeling that there’s no going back. None of us could be whole again without the other three. This is matrimony disguised as dirty, hardcore fucking.
I’m the first to lose it, my toes curling as I watch her throat swell with Tristian’s cock. It’s more my awareness of it all than the act itself, although the way Rath’s dick is shifting against mine certainly doesn’t fucking help matters.
I come with a soft, plaintive grunt that I’ll deny until I die, which is why I miss Tristian’s hand shooting out, clutching onto the arm of the couch as he follows. Rath doesn’t pause as he feels me pumping my cum into her, but he does crush her against me. His dick snugged up to mine through the barrier between us.
That’s when I see Story. The wildfire in her eyes. Her tongue swiping out to catch Tristian’s cum, dripping down her chin. Unthinkingly, I surge forward and kiss her, my tongue pushing it deep in her mouth, because I haven’t forgotten her request.
“I don’t want you coming anywhere else but inside me.”
Tristian’s hand presses against my neck, urging me closer. But there is no closer. I’m in her mouth, in her pussy, her tits rocking against my chest as Rath fucks her. I feel every one of his thrusts, and when our eyes meet over Story’s head, I know he’s close. His jaw tightens and his teeth bear down on his bottom lip. He’s teetering on the edge, but he wants to make sure we’re done. People don’t know that about Rath—that he’s never content taking something until he knows everyone else has gotten theirs.
“Your turn.” I clutch Story against me, using my remaining strength to hold her for him. “Fill her up.”
Rath looks relieved and crazed as he rears back on his knees, getting a good hold on her hips as he punches into her. I stare at the ‘S’ carved in his chest, and a strange swell of emotion catches me. This woman trusts us enough to defile her in any way we want. To love her in the only way we know how. Hard, angry, and intense.
Tristian drops to his knees. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. Your face, your pussy, your ass. Rath’s almost there. Can you take it?”