Page 37 of Grave Consequences
Echo grinds against me with each deep thrust, and between that and the shadows playing with my clit and breasts, the only reason I’m not diving right into a screaming orgasm is because my body has already had two, and now it’s going to make me work for more.
“Echo,” I purr as he moves in and out of me at a pussy milking pace.
“Mmm,” Echo hums in agreement, dipping his head down and pulling my breast into his experienced mouth. “Better than I imagined,” he confesses, trading one sensitive nipple for the other and nipping and sucking until I’m overrun with sensation. When his shadows press down hard over my clit, a lazy orgasm moves through me, and I moan and settle into it like I’m a raft enjoying the lake’s soothing ripples.
“Now, now, Delta...I think we can do better than that,” Echo challenges, his black eyes pulling me in and promising that we won’t be done here until I’m screaming his name and every muscle in my body is jelly.
Fuck yes.
I have no idea why I waited so long to do this. I mean, really, if they had just fucked me into oblivion that first night I met them, I would have signed on for anything, sex cult included.
Echo’s thick cock moves in and out of me steadily, but I suddenly feel a sneaky little shadow doing something between my thighs as Echo pulls out and then thrusts back in.
I get the distinct impression it’s collecting my and Crux’s cum. That guess is confirmed when I feel the shadow slide back and start to spread it around my ass. A thrill of anticipation rushes through me as I realize what Echo’s about to do with his shadows.
“Echo…”
“I know how to make you scream, Delta,” he tells me, leaning down to lick up the curve of my neck and nip at the spot beneath my ear.
I pant and groan as Echo moves and claims my lips next, just as a slight but welcome pressure starts playing between my ass cheeks. If Peter Pan could do this shit with his shadows, then no wonder Wendy was all up in his jock.
“Yes,” I encourage as he starts to fuck me harder and more blatantly explore just how much I like ass play.
I fucking love that he used my and Crux’s cum to get me nice and wet. It’s so dirty and wrong, and yet so right when it comes to how I know things are going to be between me and my Guardians. It gets me so fucking hot, and there’s just no holding back, which is exactly how I want it.
“Fuck me everywhere,” I growl into his ear, and he chuckles at the impatient command.
I scream out in pure euphoria as Echo does exactly as instructed. He jerks his hips up, thrusting roughly into me at the same time that his shadows breach my ass, thickening and stretching and feeling so fucking good.
“Oh, fuck!”
“That’s better,” he says against my ear. “Fucking sing for me, Delta.”
I do.
I start moaning to a melody that only he and I can hear. He plays with me in ways that are familiar, but he takes it to a whole other level that has me floating on a high. I had no idea my body could feel like this or experience so much pleasure at once. It feels never ending.
Between Echo and Crux, I’m getting wrung out in all the best ways, and I know I’ll never come back from this, which is a good thing, because I don’t have to. If the sex is this good on the first try, I can only imagine what it will be like when we know each other’s bodies inside and out.
“Fuuuuuuck me,” I exclaim as every nerve ending in my body lights up with impending release. “Keep going.”
“Always,” Echo growls out, doubling down on everything he’s doing to my body.
Shadow-vises clamp tightly around my nipples and clit simultaneously, leaving nothing ignored. He slams into my front and back harder and faster, grinding against me at the same time that he starts whispering about how good I feel. My kiss-swollen lips taste his words and swallow down his promises for so much more to come, and then I’m lost to waves upon waves of the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had.
Warmth pools between my thighs, and Echo calls my name as he comes inside of me.
“Fuck, Delta. You didn’t tell us you were a squirter,” Echo groans as leans down above me and sucks on my neck. I’m still riding my release, half incoherent. I feel like I’m boneless. I’ve never felt so fucking good and relaxed in my life.
“Let’s clean up, and then I want to play with my tongue, see if I can’t get her to squirt again,” Crux announces from somewhere beside us. The thought of any more orgasms is just too much for my mind and body to process right now. I feel drunk on their sex skills, and this was just two of them. My sex dream pales in comparison to what group sex with all four of them would probably really be like. Could I even survive it? I pause my pleasure filled writhing to think on that.Eh, who cares? What a fucking way to go.
“Sorry. Delta has been fucked into another universe. Please leave a message at the beep, and she’ll get back to you never, because she’s not getting up again,” I state robotically, tapping into my best answering machine impression.
Echo and Crux both chuckle, and I feel Echo pull out of all the orifices he’s currently filling. I’m both lulled into a state of deep relaxation and also bummed because I miss the connection and their mad skill already.
I make a noise of displeasure but then sigh as endorphins settle in my marrow. I already can’t wait until the next time we get our fuckfest on. That and a sandwich, and maybe a nap. But fuckfest is definitely getting penciled in right between all my daily tasks from here on out.
Brush teeth...fuckfest.
