“Our mate is so beautiful when she creams my fingers. I wonder if she tastes as good as she looks right now,” Risk said while turning to Crow. “Would you like a taste?”
Risk pulled his fingers from my pussy and held them up to my malphas demon. “Suck her cum from my fingers.”
I thought for sure Crow would shove his hand away, but instead, his violet eyes flared, and he latched on, sucking my wetness from Risk’s fingers in one aggressive swipe, his fingers clenched around Risk’s wrist. When he let go, Crow’s gleaming eyes roved down to the spot between my thighs. “You taste like our own personal brand of syrup. So fucking sweet.”
I whimpered, feeling my body slowly starting to heal as my spider continued to pull on Risk’s thread. It was satisfying my hunger, but the rest of me still needed to be filled too.
“Please,” I began. “I need more.”
My men didn’t waste a single second. Tomb picked me up and cradled me to his chest, leading me back into the bedroom and gently laying me down on the bed. “You need more, Wid?” he asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he rubbed his hard hands along my slit.
“Yes,” I whimpered, writhing on the bed.
“Like this?” he asked while lining his dick up with my pussy. He didn’t fill me up though, he merely teased me with the head of his cock, pressing on my sensitive entrance with a subtle, teasing force.
“Please?” I asked as Crow got on his knees on the bed. I turned my head to greet his hard cock, licking my lips at the sight of him.
“You want this, Little Spider?” Crow asked while rubbing droplets of precum against my lips.
“I need it,” I begged.
Risk settled beside me, his bulky frame pressing into the mattress as his hand reached around to tease my ass, kneading, rubbing, taunting. His long fingers stroked and baited, positioning themselves at my puckered hole. Fuck. It felt dangerous and wrong to have him there, but so fucking right. Each of my mates were waiting to be devoured.
“I can’t wait to fill you up,” Risk sighed. “But I’m going to ease you into that.”
They all floated along my barriers, waiting for my plea, waiting for my scream.
“Feed me,” my spider begged.
Crow slid his cock past my lips, dragging his piercing along the roof of my mouth as I gagged on the sweet and salty taste of him. I didn’t even have time to fully appreciate the feeding connection between us, because Tomb slammed into my pussy without warning, stretching me and stuffing me with his giant cock.
My spider latched on to him too, blissful delirium guiding my shaking and trembling body. A euphoria like I’d never felt before made every ounce of my existence plume and settle into satisfaction. I’d never felt so full, never felt so cherished or worshipped. Feeding from all three of them at the same time was like nothing I’d ever imagined. Crow tasted like cool shadows, Tomb was a savory comfort, and Risk was like pure, unadulterated spice and heat. It was bliss.
And then Risk eased his finger inside of my ass, bringing my rapture to an all new high. My spider relished in consuming her mates. I felt myself grow stronger with each pull of their combined essences, with each thrust, with each hard rock against my body.
“Fuck, Little Spider. Your mouth fits so perfectly around my cock,” Crow groaned.
I sucked him vigorously and watched as his head tipped back, those gleaming white teeth of his sinking through his plush bottom lip in delight. He looked so beautiful as I siphoned carnal ecstasy from his cock and devoured his life core. He started to look exhausted, though. I could see the tiredness in his hooded eyes, could see the way his body swayed on the mattress.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth, his metal piercing scraping against the roof of my mouth. He collapsed on the bed beside me and lazily stroked his dick with easy strides, running his thumb over the head of his piercing with an easygoing smile on his face.
Tomb started pounding me harder, stealing my attention for his with hard, thumping strokes as he tipped up my hips to drive deeper into me. I shuddered at the invasion, little gasps escaping my lips at the fullness of his racing movements. I unfurled, my back arching as zings of pleasure shot through me.
The air was perfumed with our slick sex. I breathed in the smell of arousal, letting my spider get off on how turned on her mates were. I reveled in the power I had over their pleasure. I felt their bonds as surely as I felt my own heartbeat thudding wildly in my chest.
The four of us were latched together in sensuous exhilaration and merged needs. In that moment, there was zero doubt that they all wanted me. With us like this, being driven by our basic instincts and carnal desires, I could read the bond clearly, and I knew that they couldn’t fake this. They couldn’t trick the bond—not even Risk. So when I reached over and grasped the demon in my palm, I did it because I wanted to. Because I wanted to show him that I felt the truth of his intentions in the cord that linked us.
Risk sucked in a breath between clenched teeth as I swept my thumb over the head of his cock, coating him in his own cum. My shoulder had already healed, and it didn’t hurt at all when I reached up to cup his balls and roll them through my fingers. Looking down at where Tomb was moving in and out
