A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 2)

“Hmm,” she said, stilling on Thomous for a moment to take a little her time.

Long Hair bobbed a bit, clearly now fucking her ass with his tongue. My core pounded, and I dipped my fingers deep into my pussy while half frowning. Great goddess, that was erotically filthy. But somehow incredibly hot, because I knew he was about to fuck her ass and also likely didn’t give two shits about anything else. If it wasn’t my tongue, who cared?

I worked my fingers hard, breathing fast now.

He put his face in her cheeks, really going after it. She was moaning hard, stroking Thomous, who had reached out to palm her breast.

Long Hair pulled back and stood, stroking his cock a little while repositioning himself.

I slowed, wondering what would happen next. They all seemed to be enmeshed in some sort of erotic dance, the steps known, the players clear on what to do and when. No bumbling around with various holes for this experienced crew. They were masters.

Thomous stayed where he was, receiving a scorching kiss from the woman before she turned around, using the back of the couch for support. She planted her feet on the couch cushions on either side of Thomous’s legs. Thomous grabbed the sides of her butt and held her for a moment.

Long Hair rifled through his discarded pants and came back with a little canister. He scooped out something that looked like gel before pocketing it again. Whatever it was, he smeared it down Thomous’s cock, stroking a couple times while he was there, running his thumb across Thomous’s tip.

“Hmm, yes, boys,” the woman said.

Long Hair leaned forward and kissed her, his hand leaving Thomous’s cock and finding her asshole. He rubbed the gel across and then in, pumping a couple times with his fingers.

“Yeah,” Thomous said, lowering her again.

“Fuck her in the ass,” Long Hair said.

Thomous rubbed the head of his cock around her asshole before pausing at the opening. She lowered herself down slowly, the tip getting resistance at first. She backed off before sitting down a little more, leaning forward. Up and then back down, a little further. His cock pushed into her ass, deeper and deeper. As she lowered this time, he thrust up, clearly unable to contain himself, fully seating within her ass.

“Oh fuck, baby,” she said in a throaty moan. “Hmm, yes.”

I bit my lip harder. Holy fuck, this was hot. Crazy but hot. My fingers moved faster. Gleefully. This was so wrong and exciting, for all of us!

She rose on him, his cock pulling up a bit before she sat back down. He pulled her hips as she did, thrusting into her. Long Hair bent to her clit, licking and sucking while she worked her ass around Thomous’s cock. In a moment, Long Hair rose and pushed forward, and I wanted to run closer and get a better view. As it was, I leaned up a bit more on the lounger, peering around the plant.

Long Hair crested her opening with his cock, paused, and then slowly but firmly threaded it into her pussy. She groaned, he groaned, I groaned—we all groaned!

He fully sheathed his cock, and I wondered how incredibly full she must feel. Give her one more guy, and she’d have some serious dongage on her hands.

Long Hair pumped forward, and she leaned back a bit farther, pushing with her hands and feet to bridge off Thomous a bit. In a moment, I saw why. Both guys were pumping into her, Long Hair more than Thomous, and I bet they were kinda rubbing against each other inside of her body, getting more friction. The bottom dick moved in and out of her ass, good and deep, and the top thrust hard into her pussy.

I rubbed my clit, watching in awe, my body taut. The guys kept going, grunting, the woman moaning long and loud. Everything sped up, their cries louder, my breathing faster. They were right there, I could tell. I was right there with them, Creep-O-Meter going off big time.

The door slammed open and a roar filled the space. Everyone froze in terror.

Twelve

That was, everyone froze in terror…except for me.

My body turned pliant as arousal licked higher. My animal leaked fire into my already scorching body.

Nyfain looked like one of the dragon gods of old, come down from the heavens to smite the land. Dirt and blood streaked across his chest. A fresh gash sliced his right bicep. His dark brown hair was wild, and an impressive display of muscle corded down his robust body.

He rushed in, his presence emanating strength and raw, vicious power. He clapped eyes on the three on the couch and growled, terrible to behold. He was upon them before they could get untangled.

“Where is she?” He grabbed Long Hair by the throat and launched him across the room.