Chapter-8. Strange cravings(18+)

[Xanthea]

The three of them withdrew from me.

They were triplets and almost looked alike, yet just like their fingerprints, all of them had their unique presence and scent. But to test me, they hid their presence, covered up their scent, and stopped talking. With the blindfold on, I didn't know how I would differentiate between the three of them.

As embarrassing as it was to sit with my legs wide open in front of them, I obeyed, hoping it would end soon.

There was complete silence and stillness in the room for a few minutes. From the change in the temperature to the growing heaviness in the room, I could feel it all in my burning skin. The bed dipped, and I prepared myself for the worse.

My breath quickened as I felt hands run over my legs. I tried to bring my thighs together, but the hands held them apart firmly.

I felt a broad palm on my chest and the next second; they pushed me down on the bed.

Fondling my inner thighs, he pressed his thumbs over my slit, unfurling my folds with the same gentleness as one caressed the petals of roses.

I covered my mouth with my hands, silencing a yelp as he pressed his tongue over my pussy and lazily lapped on my juices, making me feel every movement of his deft tongue and warm lips.

I felt two hands grasp my wrists and pinned them on the bed. One of them sucked my breast while groping the other. His fingers were sometimes gentle and sometimes rough, almost hurting.

I felt an ache crawl like electricity beneath my skin. I was so wrapped in his presence, I could barely breathe.

It was unbearable and painful to imagine being in the condition I was in right now. To have my body entrusted to them like it never belonged to me. The three of them played with it in all filthy manners, bringing out shameless and filthier reactions from my depths.

The fever building everywhere in my body rushed to one spot, my clitoris. Tantalizing charges flooded my body.

I felt the tongue withdraw from my slit.

From the rustle of the bedsheets, I knew they had changed positions.

"AH!" I shuddered in surprise, feeling the sting from the slap on my pussy spread. I bobbed on the bed as the torture on my clit continued. My legs trembled as the blood rushed between my legs more violently.

I threw back my head as he pressed the heel of his palm against my scorching clitoris. My every attempt to struggle died even before I could try.

Their breaths turn harsher. Seeing me in pain was probably turning them on even more.

But the pain I felt was strange. It sparked cravings within me. Strange cravings.

One of them grabbed my throat, sinking into my neck, biting all over my neckline and collarbone. My heart felt like it would explode any second.

My body was in a constant state of intense tension that kept building as he rolled his tongue around my swollen clitoris, sucking on it. My back arched against his face and my hips adjusted to the rhythm of the tongue that ravished my pussy. I had no idea what was happening to me or where my life would go after this. I was terrified, yet at that moment, all my thoughts seemed to have turned into a puddle.

I bit my lips to stop my moan. The least I could do was not embarrass myself more by making such disgusting noises.

I clenched my jaws.

losing my mind. Something inside me was about to snap, and I was shocked at

folds, spreading my juices all over before slipping a finger inside me, and then he entered another

and moaning. Forgetting I

tightened around his long fingers as he stretched them and began thrusting inside

entered a third finger. It hurt. My blindfold was now partially wet

faster inside me. I grabbed the bedsheets, taking broken breaths

ah! Uh! Oh god!" I

stopped. The emptiness inside me, the absence of his touch, felt like

me touch myself. He held my fingers and made it glide

didn't want

He lifted my knee with one hand. His tongue leisurely ran from my knees to my

went down on me,

up. My mouth hung open. A stream of stifled moans united with my shaky breaths. My eyes rolled back in my head. Orgasm exploded throughout my body. He

incessantly. The high charged through my blood, dazing

them withdrew

blindfold. Look at all the lovely mess you

the bed. I didn't want to look at myself. After what happened, I especially didn't want to look at them. An awkward restlessness built in my chest

took my eyes some time to adjust to the dim

went on the

three of them sat on three arm chairs around the bed that gave a perfect and

cheeks. I slowly crossed my hands over my chest, trying

was better with the blindfold on because, without it, the weight of

broad shoulders, and abs. My

so entangled with my lust when I never had such overwhelming cravings before.

me,"

chest. Biting my lower lip, I blinked, raising my gaze

was the first one?"

was so consumed by the three of them; I forgot I had to identify them. All their touches were

don't have infinity to waste on you," Raven said

I had to revisit the

A brazen pain. And the third made me touch myself as if he wanted me to accept my greed, my lust - my sin. I cautiously looked

glance at Raven, whose gaze was enough to degrade me and make me feel completely

Asher's gray eyes. He held my

I whispered with a quick gulp.

narrowed his eyes

on," he said, analyzing me

my gaze

was second... and..." I lifted my gaze half-way to Ezra. "And

you sure?" Asher asked,

It was based on the way I felt individually with the three of them, according to

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