“I want to fuck you in the bath,” Michael murmurs lowly, and the deep timber of his voices makes my knees shake.
“Yes, I think that would be a perfect way to start off the evening,” Gabriel adds, stepping forward completely naked, the hard length of him out for all to see.
My core throbs as I stare at it, remember how it felt pumping in and out of me. My mouth waters for it, and struggle to reach behind me to unzip my dress. Uriel spins me around, making quick work of the gown as it falls to the floor in a heap. My underclothes are next, easily shredded by his razor sharp talons. They glide against my skin, never cutting me, but leaving delicious lines of fiery desire in their wake. I pant with it, letting my body fall back against his and savoring it when he leans down to trail kisses along my neck.
The others growl behind us, clearly upset that their younger brother is monopolizing me. Despite their warning sounds, I don’t move, in fact, I grab his hand and put it against my dripping pussy, aching for him. He hums in approval as his fingers slide easily through my slick folds, finding that sweet spot and making me cry out. Uriel chuckles against my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin right over my artery. I arch against him, practically begging him to sink his teeth into me. He doesn’t, only kisses the skin sweetly while continually circling my clit with slow, languid strokes. It builds the orgasm slowly, aching so.
As if they're done waiting, the others crowd around me, trailing their fingers down my skin. Michael kneels, taking one nipple into his mouth while twisting the other. I cry out again, bucking as release powers through me, sending shivers of pleasure across every inch of my skin. They drag it out, nipping and sucking all parts of my body. My nipples, the apex of my thighs, my neck, my ear. It’s sensory overload, and before I know it, I’m falling over the edge again, knees buckling. Michael catches me in his arms before I can hit the floor, guiding me safely to straddle him. He claims me with his mouth, thrusting his tongue in and swirling it against mine. I moan at the contact, my core heating up once more, clearly ready for more and more pleasure. As much pleasure as they’re willing to give me.
“Did that feel good?” He murmurs against my lips.
“Y-yes,” I pant, shivering when Raph kneels behind me, dragging moisture from core back to circle around my ass. “W-what are you doing?”
“Relax,” he coos, circling his fingers around my tight hole. “It will feel good, I promise.”
His words send me panting again, and my head falls back against his shoulder. Raph takes that opportunity to explore my neck with his mouth, his fingers still teasing my ass, never entering, just teasing. The sensation it brings is a totally different kind of pleasure from somewhere deep inside me. It makes my pussy weep with desire, ready for whatever comes next.
Michael positions me over him, and I suck in a breath when he slides in, pumping slowly. Raph slides one finger into my ass at the same time while sinking his teeth into my neck. My orgasm explodes immediately, thundering down my spine and gripping me wholly. I cry out and buck against them, crazed with it. Michael picks up speed, pounding into me over and over again until he too comes, roaring with release and sheathing himself fully. The moment I feel him unleash himself within me, I go over the edge again, softer this time. Raph pulls out of me, dragging me off of Michael in the process.
He showers kisses across my face while caressing my body and licking my neck to close the wound. “Are you alright? Was that painful?” He asks, worry in his voice.
“Oh no, it was. . . divine,” I whisper, voice hoarse from screaming my release.
He chuckles against me, leaning down to trail more kisses up my neck. But before he can, Gabriel hoists me into his arms, growling. “My turn.”
Raph returns a growl, standing up and narrowing his blazing red eyes. “You had her already.”
Uriel steps forward too, clearly wanting a turn inside me. Leaning back against Gabriel’s chest, I reach out and grip their hands, pulling them closer.
“Everyone can have me,” I say, pouting at them. “Just two at a time at first.”
Their eyes light up at the suggestion, knowing exactly what I’m referring too. Leaving the bathroom, Gabriel nearly tosses me onto the bed on my stomach before yanking me back up on my knees. The possessiveness in the gesture turns me on even more, and a moan escapes me. He sheaths himself inside me with one thrust, smacking his hips into my ass with an audible sound. Leaning down, he trails his lips along my back, licking and sucking.
“You like it rough, don’t you amante?” he groans.
“Yes, Gabriel, god yes!” I cry when he pounds into me faster and harder.
Raph appears in front of me, positioning his cock right over my lips. I take him inside my mouth, running my tongue along the soft velvet of his shaft. My eyes nearly roll back in my head when he moans and grasps the back of my head, pumping in and out of my mouth. Giving him pleasure is feeding my own, and I match Gabriel’s wild pace with my mouth, sucking and licking down to the skin.
“Fuck, Blair, you’re pussy is so, so wet,” Gabriel groans before giving me one final harder thrust and releasing himself within me.
I cry out, an orgasm hitting me at the exact moment that Raph’s hot seed coats my throat. I suck him through his own orgasm, swallowing easily and moaning against him. He hisses a string of curses before pulling out of my mouth and leaning down to kiss me hard. I’m panting with the exertion of our sexual escapade, but it’s not even done when Uriel takes Gabriel’s place behind me, entering me with far more gentleness. Raph explores my mouth as Uriel pumps into me with an exquisitely slow pace. My desire builds again, flying higher and higher. Michel and Gabriel climb onto the bed beside me, positioning themselves on either side of my neck before biting down and drawing blood.
Raph absorbs my cry of pain mixed with pleasure, riding it with his tongue. To my surprise, Uriel leans down and sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my back, drawing his own fill of my blood. Magic swirls into my chest, heightening my desire and pleasure, causing me to buck against Uriel’s dick, forcing him to speed up the tempo. He allows me to set the pace, more focused on feeding and stroking my clit over and over again. When he takes it in two fingers and squeezes, I combust, arching up and off the bed, forcing them out of my neck, blood spraying. Raph holds me down before it can get out of control, licking along my wounds so they close.
At some point during my dizzying orgasm, Uriel had come as well, dripping into me. When he pulls out, I collapse onto the bed, my chest heaving, body covered in sweat. And yet, I feel sated for the first time since we all came together before. A deep sense of peace envelopes me, and I smile to myself while I try to catch my breath, pussy sore and quivering. The lords shower me with kisses and lick up the excess blood on my body, moaning when it’s mingled with my sweat. I nearly flush with embarrassment at the thought before pushing it away, these men want all of me, and clearly aren’t embarrassed by my human sweat. Nonetheless, I really want to scrub myself clean.
“Carry me to the bath,” I command, rolling over and holding out my arms for someone to pick me up.
“Yes, your majesty,” Uriel chuckles, pulling me up and into his embrace.
The others follow us in, and I moan when my body sinks into the water. My muscles instantly relax, going near liquid against the hard marble seat. My lords surround me, pressing in close and petting my skin as if they can’t get enough. I laugh and push them away so I can dunk my hair, scrubbing it free of any sweat and blood that clings to it. When I surface I see that they’ve spread out, sinking into the bath to enjoy it themselves, seemingly shaken out of their lust filled fog.