Page 293 of Psycho Pack
"Fuck," Valek hisses. Whatever comes next is in Vrissian. His hips twitch, pushing his cock further down my throat. I respond by hollowing my cheeks as I work him with my mouth, pushing the round metal studs in circles. The angle is awkward with me on my back, but I don't care.
I need this.
Need to please them.
Need them to claim me thoroughly.
Whiskey chooses that moment to seal his lips around my clit and suck hard. I cry out around Valek's cock, my back arching off the bed again. Whiskey's stubble scrapes harder against my inner thighs as he devours me, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside me that makes me see stars.
"So fucking good," Whiskey growls into my pussy.
I whine around Valek's cock, torn between the dual sensations of fullness in my mouth and the relentless electric surging between my thighs.
It's too much.
And not enough.
I need more.
Need all of them.
"Wait," Plague's voice cuts through the haze. "I want to try something."
Whiskey pulls back, his chin glistening with my slick. "What?" he asks, his voice husky.
Plague's eyes are dark with desire as he looks at Whiskey. "I want you to lay under Ivy, taking her pussy while I take her ass. She can suck the others off that way. A new way to take her all at once."
My breath catches at his words.
"Fuck," Whiskey growls. "I'm game if she is."
I nod eagerly, letting Valek's cock slip from my mouth with a wet pop. The heat coursing through my veins demands to be sated, and I'll take anything they're willing to give me.
"Alright then," Thane rumbles. "Let's get her ready."
Gentle hands help me up, positioning me on my hands and knees. I whimper at the loss of contact, my clit tingling, but then Whiskey's pulling me on top of him. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance as I settle onto his broad torso, and I push back instinctively, desperate to be filled.
"Easy, wildcat," he murmurs, gripping my hips to hold me still. "Let's take this slow."
I want to protest, to beg him to just fuck me already, but then I feel Plague's fingers wetting themselves in my slick. I whimper and grind back against his hand desperately as two of his fingers delve into my pussy, soaking his hand.
"Hold still," Plague says gently, his fingers already probing at my other entrance. He works me open carefully with a single digit, sliding it in and out up to the first knuckle, curling it around and pressing against the tight inner ring of muscle.
The stretch burns slightly, but in the best way possible.
"You're doing so well," Plague says softly.
His praise sends a shiver down my spine. I rock back against his fingers even though it hurts, silently begging for more. Whiskey's cock is still poised at my entrance, not quite breaching me, just pressing, and the anticipation is driving me insane.
"Hurry," I whimper. "I need… I need…"
"We know what you need," Valek purrs from somewhere to my left. "And you're going to get it all."
Plague's fingers withdraw, and I barely have time to mourn their loss before I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my ass. At the same time, Whiskey starts to ease into my pussy, the thick drag of him setting every nerve ending alight.
"Oh fuck," I gasp as they both start to push in. The stretch is intense, bordering on too much just like the last time, but the heat burning through me demands more.
"So tight," Whiskey groans beneath me. His hands tighten on my hips, guiding me down onto him inch by agonizing inch. My hands scrabble on his broad chest for purchase as he buries himself to the knot inside me.