Baine climbs onto the table next, straddling my body with his feet planted firmly on the wooden surface. He slowly backs up, while Jackal leans away, making room for Baine as he continues to fuck me. Jackal pulls out long enough to allow Baine to plunge the entirety of his cock inside me, coating himself in my juices. He pulls out and Jackal resumes, pounding into me with renewed ferocity.
Baine grabs my hip with one hand, guides his cock with the other until the tip is crowning my tight hole. I squeeze my eyes shut, trembling from the pleasure and the pain I know is coming. In one thrust, Baine seats himself completely inside me. A scream ripples around Cronus’s dick. He jerks in my mouth and a breathy groan releases from his throat.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Baine murmurs, his words dipped in sin. “Covered in blood, looking like a fucking goddess of death.”
“She tastes so good too,” Timothy sighs around my center, nearly grinding his lips against me.
Baine doesn’t give me a moment to adjust. His hips slam into me, jolting me forward and causing Jackal to slip from my pussy. Pain consumes my backside, fire licking at the edges of my not-so-forbidden entrance. He slowly glides out, and slams into me again. He repeats this process, until the pain recedes and pleasure slides into place. When I arch back into Baine, Jackal slaps the tip of his cock against my entrance, teasing me.
I rear my head back enough to allow Cronus’s cock to slip free. Long enough to demand, “Fuck me, Jackal. I need it so bad.”
Jackal releases a guttural growl, deep in his chest as he acquiesces, slamming back inside me. His hips quicken, and my muscles turn to jelly. Cronus wraps his hand around the back of my head and pumps his hips, the swollen head slipping far down my throat and depleting the oxygen from my lungs. I suck and lick at his engorged flesh, roving my tongue alongside the thick vein pulsing in my mouth. Drool slips from my mouth, creating a pool of saliva below me, but I don’t care.
I look up at him, and now more than ever I wish the prosthetics weren’t covering his eyes and mouth. I want to see his mouth propped open by his hunger for me, and his eyes staring down at me as he watches me suck his cock.
His veiny hand squeezes my hair, while the other reaches up to caress my face. His fingers dragging over my skin reverently, communicating that he loves what I’m doing to him in the only way he can.
Euphoria builds in my pussy, gathering and swirling until it overwhelms my entire being. My stomach dips, becoming impossibly tight until it feels like a rubber band being pulled too tight. Timothy’s tongue swirls over my clit in just the perfect way, and I can no longer hold on.
The rubber band snaps, and I fall over the cliff. My eyes widen as intense pleasure rolls through my body, stealing my breath from my lungs. I go blind, blackness stealing my vision as I ride out the waves rolling through me. My pussy grinds against Timothy’s face uncontrollably as Jackal and Baine drill harder into me.
I feel, rather than hear, Mortis climb onto the table. He pets my hair, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“Shh, Sibby. You have to be quiet,” Mortis demands quietly, eliciting shivers from the base of my neck down to my spine. I gurgle around Cronus’s dick, an attempt at whining.
I don’t have to do anything. If no one heard Gary’s screams, then surely they won’t hear me.
“Let me get under her,” Mortis says. Timothy moves out from under me, and Jackal and Baine slide out. Mortis slides beneath me, grabbing my thighs and settling them on either side of him. I let Cronus’s cock slip from my lips, already feeling so incredibly empty.
Mortis loves me on top. It’s his favored position and one I’m also happy to oblige. Biting my lip to contain a wide smile, I slide the crown of Mortis’s cock up and down my sopping pussy. He groans, low in his throat, his red eyes shining with dark promises.
“Sit on my fucking cock, Sibby. Now.”
I’m eager to comply. I slide his tip to my opening and slam my hips down. Cronus doesn’t waste time, slipping his cock past my lips to keep the moan from spilling out. Jackal and Baine move back into their positions. Slowly, Jackal works his cock into my pussy alongside Mortis’s, filling me so full that I can hardly breathe. I’ll never get used to the feeling of two dicks inside one hole—it feels too fucking good.
Once Jackal is in position, Baine follows suit and slides back inside my ass.
I squeeze my eyes shut, so tightly that I see stars.
“I wanna feel this pussy drenching me with your cum,” Mortis says right before lifting his head and drawing Cronus’s balls in his mouth. Cronus’s head kicks back, the veins in his throat pulsing as he barely holds onto the roar threatening to rip from his mouth.
All at once, my men begin to fuck me. Drilling their cocks into me until I don’t know where they begin and I end.
“Fuck, Timmy,” Jackal grunts from behind me. I smile around Cronus, knowing Timothy is sliding his cock right into Jackal’s ass. More than anything, I want to watch Timothy fuck Jackal, but I can’t bear to stop sucking on Cronus.
Pressure begins to build again as my henchmen pump their hips frantically. The sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing fills the room. Hands grab at me desperately, though the blood coating my body makes it hard for them to get a firm grip. The thought sends a fresh wave of pleasure straight to my core.
I lose all control over my body, slumping against Mortis. Cronus wraps his
