passion only she could ignite, and Zelina was just too happy to oblige.
“Goddess yes, Zelina, use your tongue. You like this cock deep in your mouth, don’t you?”
“Pull tight, baby. Grip my dick. Do you like that? Hmm? Do you want me to fuck you harder?”
“Lean your head back on Rion’s shoulder. Let me fuck that beautiful mouth. Wrap those lips tight. Fuck, baby!”
Zelina closed her eyes, leaning back on Rion as Quin held her head with one hand and gripped Rion’s shoulder to brace himself with the other. His cock, now shiny with her saliva, fucked in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping her chin. Rion wrapped his arm from her waist to the opposite shoulder for leverage and slammed her body down on his thrusting hips with blinding speed.
“Play with my balls, baby. That’s right. Roll them. Harder.”
“Goddess, your pussy is good. So good, baby. You’re so wet, so hot. Tell me you love my cock. Tell me you love me fucking you.”
“I love your cock. I love you fucking me. Harder, Rion. Fuck me harder.”
“Lick them. Suck them,” Quin demanded, pulling his cock from her mouth and replacing it with his balls. She sucked each globe in her mouth, playing with them as he pumped his cock for her. She watched his hand move, her clit growing tight at the visual. The skin twitched around the pike as she watched him, leaking pre-come down the shaft to ease his motions.
Rion, not to be outdone, lifted her legs by the knees, keeping her spread. He leaned back on the bed, Quin stepping with him, until he was propped on pillows. Planting his feet on the bed, he held her open as he forced his cock harder in her pussy. Quin slid his cock back into her mouth, gripping the headboard and fucking in downward strokes.
“Play with your pussy, baby. We want to hear you scream.”
She did as asked, not caring who gave the order. In this moment, the men were one and the same, racing toward the end and claiming their mate for all time. There was no boundary between any of them now that she had let her guard down, and Zelina marveled at the difference. Quin bent over and brought her fingers to his mouth, then sucked on them and coated them with his saliva. Those fingers she then slid down her body and swirled over her clit. As she circled the bud faster and faster, her hips jerked uncontrollably.
“Fuck yes!” Quin moaned as her mouth grew tighter. Her inner walls clenched with each of her strokes, and Rion could only moan under her, pushing harder and faster.
“Make me come. Make me come. I want to come on your cock!”
Rion fucked her harder, faster, his preternatural speed adding what no man in the human world would ever be able to do. Making a C with his fingers in front of Zelina’s mouth to stop him from going too far, Quin became a blur as his otherworldly speed had her spiraling toward orgasm. Zelina moaned around them, shifting into tiny screams as her clit grew harder under her fingers. Lifting her other hand, she rolled her nipples between her fingers, pinching harder as the pleasure elevated. She screamed pleasure shooting through her bloodstream until she was nearly blind, deaf, and dumb to the world.
“I’m coming, Zelina. I’m coming. Swallow it down, baby. Swallow it.”
“Zelina. Zelina. Hurry. I’m coming. Come on, baby. Come for me.”
Rion pushed her hand away and replaced her fingers with his. He pinched her clit, and her world faded as she screamed her release, muscles tightening until she felt she would snap. Quin shouted over her, body going stiff, a vein standing out in his neck as rope after rope of come exploded in her mouth. He pulled back to keep just the head in when the thickness in the center of his cock swelled. Under her, Rion let the knot swell inside her until every little movement sent pleasure streaking through her and his come bathed her. When they finally relaxed, she didn’t have much energy for anything except to plant a kiss on Quin’s thigh and then
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