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A line of her spit stretched between her lips to the tip of his cock, both of his hands knotting in her hair as she gulped down her only breath. His strong, controlling hands directed her mouth back onto his length, moving her slick, soft, pretty little lips up and down the shaft.
Their moans filled the room, and she couldn’t wait to taste him, feeling his cock swell as she swirled her tongue—
A chair nearby scrapped against the floor, snapping you out of your reverie. You felt your blush rise over your cheeks, the silence in the library emphasizing the way your blood pumped in your ears.
You always enjoyed spending time in the library, but your latest read had completely captivated you, making you far hornier than you had expected. You were fairly used to getting a little titillated every now and again, but this particular one was exactly to your taste, something hard and controlling and so very raw. You hadn’t had anything like that in a very long time—maybe that’s why, as you uncrossed your legs, you felt how soaked your own panties were.
Your blush intensified, and you looked around to make sure no one was somehow aware of what a pervert you were. You were in a small corner, tucked behind some stacks with a window to your left as the light you read by. There was a small, round side table for books in front of you, and two comfy armchairs, one of which you sat in, and the other unoccupied. Behind you was a sturdy brick wall, and across, behind the empty arm chair, was a thickly stacked bookshelf that was several metres long. To the right was the only entrance or exit, and it was only a few metres down before it cut off in a T junction, effectively making this little hidey hole completely private, so long as no one walked by into that little intersection.
Deciding to cool off, you stood, extremely aware of the slickness in your panties. You were only wearing a short skirt, and you regretted not having at least shorts or something underneath.
You went to the washroom on the floor below, since you were on the top floor, the emptiest. As you walked through the aisles, you saw a few people, most of them nose deep in their research or books or whatever it was.
One person looked up as you passed, reclining breezily and watching you as you passed. He was a Zabrak, one of the first you’ve ever seen. His skin was red, black tattoos over his skin, but his face was obscured by a black bandana, so you couldn’t tell what kind of expression he was making.
You hurried down the stairs, almost bumping into another Zabrak, a huge yellow one with a charming grin on his face. He steadied you easily with a large, broad hand, and you immediately thought to those hands doing to you what you had just read about in your smutty book. Blushing even harder, you apologized and as quick as you could without running, made it to the washroom, taking care of your soaked panties as best as you could.
It was ridiculous, how wet they were. You debated just taking them off altogether, but since you didn’t bring you bag with you, had no where to put them if you did. Keeping them on, you washed your hands, patting your warm face with your cool hands, trying to come back to reality.
Once you got home, you could spend as much time as you wanted with your vibrator, but for now, you needed to get it together!
Leaving the washroom, you retraced your steps. The two Zabrak you had noticed were gone, probably left since the library was set to close in about two hours. It was around dinner time, and you saw that a couple of the people still on the top level were gathering their things, probably needing to make dinner soon.
You walked back through the aisles, turning down the little aisle encased by bookshelves and a brick wall, finding that your hidden little nook was not empty. There stood a third Zabrak, tall and straight backed, a grace within him even as he stood still, looking at the spines of the books by the unoccupied arm chair.
“Oh, pardon me,” you mumbled, moving by him to grab your things. As you did, you got a whiff of his cologne, something mature and spiced and sexy.
“Of course,” he replied quietly, his voice achingly low and rumbly, his accent so refined. You felt your clit throb a little bit, traitorously. You were not so horny you would fuck this guy right here, in the library of all places. Even if he was handsome, and tall, and radiated that masculine control you wanted to overtake you…
You bit your lip as you put your items in your bag, missing only your book. Your smutty, filthy book. Shit. You spun around, looking for it, but didn’t see it. You thought it might have been knocked onto the floor, so you knelt down, checking under the table with your ass in the air.
“Are you missing this, perhaps?”
His voice. It was damning, what it made you feel in your core. You raised your head, still on your hands and elbows on the floor. He stood over you, blocking out the window’s light so he was backlight, his gorgeous yellow eyes the only thing you could make out on his face. You did see in his lowered hand your smutty book, his thumb holding the page open where you had stopped.
“‘Their moans filled the room, and she couldn’t wait to taste him, feeling his cock swell as she swirled her tongue over his shaft, desperately trying to swallow every last inch of him.’”
You felt a tiny little whimper leave your body as his voice lowly whispered out the filth you were reading. You watched, entranced completely, as he knelt down to a crouch, elbows on his knees, the lighting changing so you could see his amused, hungry features. He closed the book softly, tipping your chin up to him using the spine of it, the book rough against your soft skin. He moved your head to the side, and you looked over your shoulder, seeing that the two other Zabrak you passed by were here, standing and watching eagerly.
You felt your pussy nearly gush with desire, ready for them all. This was every single fantasy you had ever wanted, all fallen into your perfect, plush lap.
The Zabrak in front of you turned your head back to him, leaning in a little closer. Fuck, he was good-looking. “Would you like to swallow every last inch of me? Of them?” he asked, voice low and seductive, teasing.
Words failed you. You stared into those yellow eyes as you nodded eagerly up and down, no hesitation on your part.
The three men chuckled, the one in front of you humming in satisfaction. “Yes, of course you do, kitten.”
“Wh-what do I call you?” you asked from the ground, as the Zabrak in front of you rose to his feet, tossing your book gently on the pile of your things on the floor.
“I am Maul,” he whispered in response, and you turned to the other two who were now approaching you.
“Scorn,” said the yellow one.
“Icarus,” replied the one with the bandana.
You nodded, repeating them in your head, watching from the ground as Maul sat in one arm chair, Scorn in the other, and Icarus moved the small table to be in line with the chairs, sitting on that one. As a synchronized motion, all three of them unbuckled their pants, pulling their cocks out for you to feast on.
You were on your hands and knees in front of three gorgeous men, all of them blessed with long, thick cocks. You couldn’t believe it, but you started to salivate, your mouth falling open as you realized what you were about to do.
“Come, kitten,” beckoned Maul, and you crawled to him, unashamed, only desperate.
You didn’t wait.
You licked the red head of his cock, savouring the velvet feel, the clean, soft taste of him. You smiled to yourself just as you dove down, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth, kneeling with your hands braced on his thighs.
Bobbing your head up and down, you felt Maul recline back a little, his hand gently holding the back of your neck. You stroked him with your mouth, going for about a minute or two before he pulled you off of him, ushering you over to the other two.
You wistfully looked at his glistening dick standing so tall, before crawling on your hands and knees to Icarus, practically throwing yourself on his cock, wrapping your arms around his waist as your swallowed him.
He wasted no time. Both of his hands went to your hair, sliding through it as he gripped your skull.
“Open, doll face,” he grunted quietly, his voice smooth and smoky, and you obeyed immediately. You stuck your tongue out to cover your bottom teeth as he did exactly what had been happening in your filthy book, fucking your mouth at his own pace.
You moaned a little, wiggling your ass as you ground your thighs together, your pussy practically dripping onto the floor by now.
Icarus was rough, and you loved it. His cock slid past your lips at his pace, into the back of your throat, over and over as he bobbed your head up and down for you. Far too quickly he pulled you off, setting you back onto your heels.
“Give me a good show, yeah?” he whispered, winking as he pushed you towards Scorn. Eagerly, you crawled quickly to Scorn, looking up at his handsome face with a desperate need.
He smiled, stroking his cock in his large hand, angling it for you to suck. You dove for it, your jaw aching as you worked down his heavy length. “That’s it,” Scorn rumbled to you, a shiver running down your spine. “Good girl.”
You squeaked a little, forcing more of him into your mouth, drooling all over him. Scorn didn’t use his hands, but he did buck his hips gently into you, helping you out as you choked him down.
“Such a pretty girl,” he moaned, stroking your cheek with a thumb.
Fuck! Am I going to cum just from that? Your body was electrified, on fire, drowning in lust and arousal. You needed your pussy filled that moment, or you felt like you were going to burst into tears out of desperation.
Thankfully, the other two came to your rescue.
You opened your eyes as you felt hands on your body, and you went to look but Scorn held your head in place, thrusting a little harder into your mouth, bringing your attention back to him
“Don’t mind them, they just want to make you feel good. You deserve that, you deserve to feel good, right?”
Fuck! You nodded on his cock, whimpering as hands took off your jacket, leaving you in your little crop top. You felt hands wander to your skirt, flipping it up to reveal your smooth ass to them all. You heard Maul and Icarus groan in delight as the sight of it, and you couldn’t help your teasing little wiggle.
You were desperate for them, and you were rewarded with your completely soaked underwear being roughly worked off of you, tossed to the side.
Someone unclipped your bra, working it off of you from under your shirt, with some of your help. But, you never let go of Scorn’s dick, always sucking, always shoving it further into your throat, uncaring if he bruised you.
You went weak as you felt teeth and lips on your ass, then your back, then your shoulder as your shirt was pushed upwards. Hands stroked your belly, your thighs, your hanging tits, before teasing your aching entrance, circling just around it, making you moan desperately. Two men were crawling all over you, leaving no part unkissed or untouched.
“Hush, darling,” Maul growled in warning, his voice so close to your ear. It must be his hands on your tits, his mouth sucking hickeys all over your neck and shoulders. “Are you ready, kitten? Icarus is not known to be gentle,” Maul teased, pinching your nipple hard. You bucked at the pleasure and pain mixing, but you didn’t wait for one moment before nodding your head again, unable to speak with Scorn fully lodged in your throat.
You had just worked him down into your throat deep enough that you felt your nose brushing his pelvis, his hands soothingly stroking your cheek and temple. “Fuck, you’re incredible!” he grunted behind his teeth, petting your face tenderly. “What a good girl, deepthroating me. You just stay there, okay? Stay there while Icarus fucks you, alright, pretty girl?”
Scorn’s words momentarily distracted you, but they brought you back to what Icarus was doing behind you. He was still teasing your entrance, but it was no longer with a finger, but his slippery, thick cockhead. He was kneeling behind you, one hand digging deep into your waist, the other lining his cock up at your pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, sweetheart. You’re going to take it, and stay quiet. This is a library, after all.” You couldn’t see anything, but you felt the smile in his voice, the smirk, the slyness. You squirmed as he teased you, Maul’s hands groping you incessantly, his teeth biting into your back and ribs, licking you like he owned you.
With Scorn’s cock in your mouth, even though you tried to scream, no sound escaped as Icarus rammed his cock into your dripping pussy in one brutal shove. He was not gentle, as he promised, but you couldn’t help but love it. It was exactly what you needed, to be taken hard and fast, to be owned by these three, a vessel for their pleasure.
Icarus sighed deeply in satisfaction as he bottomed out in you, basking in the sensation for just one moment before pulling back and then slamming into you, bruising you with his hands on your waist. He pulled you in to every thrust as hard as he could, jostling your entire body. You were pushed and pulled on Scorn’s cock by the aggressiveness of Icarus’ pace, and he leaned further back, still stroking your hair and face as you were worked up and down on his cock by the sheer force of the dick sawing in and out of you.
You were in complete bliss. Your entire life, every other experience, nothing could top this. Dick down your throat, cock in your pussy, and another man stroking every part of you that needed it? What more could a girl want.
“Brother,” Icarus grunted, grinding himself painfully onto your cervix, slipping out of you after a moment. Then, you were filled again, but by Maul. You felt your core tighten as his cock invaded you, thicker than Icarus, but not hitting quite as deep. It just meant that you felt stretched out even more, stuffed full of cock. Maul had a less brutal way of stroking into you, but the pleasure wasn’t any less. His dick rubbed perfectly against your g-spot on every stroke, and you felt your orgasm build faster and faster.
Scorn moaned, and you kept sucking, swallowing on his cock to stimulate his head in your throat. He was twitching more, humping up into your face more, and you knew he was close.
You were running your hands down Scorn’s thighs when Maul left your pussy, and immediately Icarus filled you again, reaching spots inside of you that you’d never felt before. Your orgasm was so close, heightened by how they were all sharing you.
Icarus pulled out, and Maul plunged back in, a little grunt of pleasure leaving him. He stroked in your for only a few second before he traded back with Icarus, who also only fucked you for a moment or two before returning your pussy to Maul.
They went back and forth, and the fact that they were sharing your pussy like this sent you over the edge.
You clutched onto Scorn’s thighs tight, digging your nails in as your climax ripped through your body. You breathed hard through your nose, choking a little on Scorn’s cock, as your body writhed and shivered, your pussy spasming as they kept passing you back and forth, both of them feeling you clench down on their cock.
As you came, you whined on Scorn’s dick, and since he was already so close, he couldn’t control himself.
“Ah, fuck, c’mon, take it,” he panted, trying to keep his voice low. “Yeah, there’s my good girl, every last drop. Oh, you’re so perfect,” he praised, and you felt your orgasm carry just a little further along that normal because of it.
Maul and Icarus slowed, still passing you back and forth, but their pace was more leisurely as you recovered from your high. You pulled Scorn out of your mouth, his huge dick slapping onto his stomach, still semi-hard, somehow.
You stared at him, your lips covered in spit, the taste of him intoxicating. He stroked his thumb over your chin, cleaning you of some errant drool.
Maul was inside you, your sore, swollen pussy clenching and dripping around him, making a mess of your thighs and ass. He leaned forward, wrapping a hand around your chest, hand on your tits immediately.
“Well done, little kitten, for staying so quiet,” he purred softly into your ear, making you melt. Icarus came up around your side, and Maul hauled you upright, still buried inside of you. You were both kneeling upright, but this angle was intense for you. Maul’s hands twisted your nipples as Icarus grabbed your jaw, wrenching it open. He didn’t wait for anything from you before slipping his wet cock covered in your arousal past your lips, sighing at the feeling.
You couldn’t help but moan. This was perfect. You wanted to be treated like this, just fully malleable to their wants. You didn’t want to think, to make any choices, you just wanted to be fucked and satisfied to their desires.
“You know, that book you were reading had a filthy idea,” Maul whispered into your ear, stroking long and slow into you. “Do you know what it is?”
You shook your head as well as you could with Icarus making you bob your head up and down his length. You hadn’t finished the book yet.
Maul chuckled deep in his thought, kissing your neck, biting down for a moment. You clamped down on him, making him hitch his breath. "Double penetration, kitten. In this case, two of us,” he nipped your earlobe, “one hole.” He pressed into you hard, Icarus enjoying as you held onto him for support.
You were nervous, but so fucking horny you wanted to try. You knew about double penetration through both your pussy and your ass, but you weren’t sure you wanted to try that without at least prepping yourself first. What Maul suggested was a bit more feasible here.
You nodded around Icarus’ dick, humming your consent. Maul grinned into your shoulder, before pulling off of you, leaving you empty. Kneeling upright, you felt as some of your cum and slickness rolled down your thigh, making you feel so dirty. You loved it.
Icarus pulled you off of him, leaning down to look at you eye to eye. “You’re fucking wild, doll face. You got to keep quiet, alright? Can you do that?”
“Uh huh,” you nodded, drawn into him like he was hypnotizing you. You could see his smile even behind his bandana.
“If you get loud, I’ll have to shut you up with my cock, do you understand?”
“Yes,” you breathed, nodding. Icarus winked at you, holding your jaw steady while he brushed his thumb across your lips.
“Fucking pretty mouth, doll face. I might just have you suck me off anyway,” he growled, voice barely audible.
You nodded at him, cock-drunk by now. “Yeah,” you said, staring into his eyes. He chuckled at you and your delirium, patting your cheek gently in praise.
While busy with Icarus, you hadn’t noticed Scorn standing and moving behind you. You became aware of it as Scorn picked you up by the underarms, setting you on your feet. You were now surrounded by these three Zabrak men, their cocks all desperate for you, as you were for them. You had your skirt flipped up, revealing your dripping, fucked hole and your swollen, aching, tender clit. Your crop top was shoved up, your tits fully out. You looked despicable, and you didn’t give a fuck. You were about to be railed by two of them at the same time, in a public library! Who cared what you looked like?
“Hmm,” Maul hummed, looking you up and down, gently fisting his cock while he looked at you. “Show me that pretty little clit, kitten.”
You blinked, but your hands obeyed, standing on display for him while you spread your legs, pulling your folds apart to do as he commanded. A drop of your cum fell to the floor, and you saw them all react to it. They all leaned in closer, aroused and thirsting for you.
Maul stepped closer, looking down at you. He reached with a single finger, feather light, and stroked your clit once, making you jolt.
“Fuck,” you muttered, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Oh, fuck, it’s so sensitive.”
They all grinned as one at your words.
Maul leaned in, whispering into your ear. “If you want to take us properly, we need you pliable, relaxed.” He pushed you by the hips backwards, right into Scorn’s arms. “Be a good girl, and stay quiet.”
You nodded at Maul, smiling as Scorn dragged you backwards. He sat on the edge of the small table. Thankfully, it was sturdy and just big enough for Scorn to recline back, just the right height for what came next.
Icarus came in front of you, and while Scorn lined up his heavy, veiny cock at your abused pussy, Icarus pushed you down onto it. You sunk down easily, well fucked by now. As you settled onto his cock, you couldn’t help the quiet moan from your lips, the way your head tipped back in bliss. Scorn thrust up gently, making sure he was fully seated inside of you. He pushed your limits, stretching you wider than ever before as he was easily the thickest cock you’d ever seen, much less fucked. You really weren’t sure how you were going to fit another cock inside of you, but you were going to try.
With Scorn filling you completely, you watched as Icarus sunk to his knees, widening your legs almost painfully, staring at where Scorn’s yellow cock disappeared into your soft body, all of your folds straining, puffy, glistening. He pulled the hood of your clit back, and leaned in, his breath enough for you to bite your lip in anticipation.
“Keep quiet, doll,” he whispered, before dragging his tongue over your clit, lapping at it without any gentleness.
You jerked and yelped, hands immediately going to his shoulders to push him away, but Maul and Scorn immediately held you back. Scorn grabbed your hands, while Maul clamped a hand around your throat, his other hand on your mouth.
“Quiet, kitten,” Maul whispered, squeezing your throat perfectly. It wasn’t something you knew could be arousing, but somehow, the way Maul did it, made it feel like an erogenous zone.
Scorn released your hands, and immediately his hands went to your tits, rolling and pinching your nipples softly and sensually, in complete opposition to the refined control Maul held, and the wild lust that Icarus delivered.
Your body shook and trembled and squirmed with everything being done to it. Your pussy was being stretched wide as Scorn just sat inside of you unmoving, your clit assaulted by a brutal tongue, hands softly caressed your tits, and a hand choked you in just the right way that it felt good.
“I’m going to cum,” you whispered, Maul grinning in your vision.
“Yes, you are.”
You squirmed as Icarus stopped lapping at your clit, and instead switched to swirling his tongue around it in circles. You squeaked almost inaudibly as your brain fractured apart from the sensations.
Your body shivered uncontrollably as your orgasm ripped through you, the pleasure so intense you thought you would die from it. You felt your legs try and kick in the spasms, but they all were so strong, able to hold you down without effort.
Icarus finally pulled away, looking at Maul.
He nodded down to Icarus, who you dimly noticed wasn’t masked anymore. Fuck, he was pretty. But, you didn’t get to look long as he dipped his head back down, going to your clit once more. You struggled a little, knowing you were going to be far too sensitive for this.
“No, little kitten, you’re going to cum again, and again, until I am sure you will take us both.” With Maul’s hand over your mouth, you couldn’t say anything, only shake your head and plead with your eyes. “I know you are sensitive,” he quietly reassured, his thumb on your neck stroking you lovingly. “I know, kitten, but we don’t want to hurt you.”
How could you resist something so perfectly rational? You had no brain left for thinking, but that didn’t stop you from agreeing with Maul. You looked down to Icarus, nodding as he checked with you. He licked your clit before wrapping his lips around it gently, sucking it into his mouth.
Oh fuck! Words stopped having any meaning. The sensation was so intense, so fucking painful that you bucked immediately, trying to wrench yourself away from them all.
But it was useless.
Maul held you by the throat and the mouth, Icarus had your legs spread wide over Scorn’s thighs, and Scorn himself captured your flailing hands in one of his massive palms, bringing your arms up and over your head, holding both of your arms between your back and his chest, allowing him to have one free arm to resume his play on your tits. You could do nothing but take it.
“Relax, darling,” Maul urged, tightening his grip just enough that somehow, perhaps from lack of blood in your brain, the pain in your clit eased out to pleasure just a fraction.
“We just want to take care of you, pretty girl,” Scorn said, nuzzling into your ear as best he could. “We want to see you cum, we want to treat you right,” he murmured.
You felt Icarus work your clit a little harder, and something in your body stopped working right. Scorn wasn’t moving inside of you, just achingly hard and plugging you full while Icarus sucked on your clit, and it was all you needed now. You didn’t need air, or water, or food. You needed them, their beautiful, thick, hard cocks all inside of you.
You whimpered against Maul’s hand, rocking your hips to get Scorn to fuck you better.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Scorn cooed into your ear, “yeah, take what you need. Fuck yourself on me, good girl. Yeah, are you going to cum for us again?”
You didn’t know you had a praise kink until now. But fuck, it was driving you absolutely crazy.
“C’mon, be a good girl, cum on my cock. I really want you to cum on my cock,” Scorn pushed, thrusting his hips lightly into you. Icarus pulled you down at the same time, running his tongue over your clit as he sucked, finally sending you over the edge for your third orgasm.
You basked in it, revelled in it, lost yourself to it. You let the pleasure course through you like you were some ancient deity of lust reborn.
“Oh, yes, good girl, doesn’t that feel good?” Scorn whispered, grunting as your pussy gripped and fluttered on his cock inside of you.
“What a perfect thing you are,” Maul crooned, grinning. “One more?”
You were broken so perfectly now. You nodded as you looked at him, trying to wiggle your arms to signal you could be let go.
Scorn released you, and instantly you shot your hands to Maul’s cock, rubbing and stroking and fisting him as best as you could.
“Such an eager girl,” Scorn chuckled, bringing his hands to your body, exploring everything about you, kissing your back and shoulders.
With where Maul was standing, you could lean over a little bit to suck him, considering you were seated on the short table.
Scorn held you in place as you leaned over, his hands perfectly teasing all over your body. Icarus continued to eat you out, gently dragging his teeth over your clit, wringing the pleasure out of you mercilessly. Maul offered you his dick to suck, and you eagerly wrapped your lips around the broad head, trying to please him as best you could.
Maul kept his hand on your throat, but it was light and more for show than anything. They trusted you wouldn’t scream now, with your mouth full. With both hands you worked Maul’s shaft, sucking and licking his head only, running your tongue over that sensitive ridge at the base of it, feeling his cock twitch and swell in your mouth.
“You really are a good girl,” Maul muttered, brushing some stray hairs from your cheek, making you look up at him. You couldn’t believe how beautiful he was, how elegant his tattoos and horns made him. He should be frightening at the very least, but no, he was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen in your life.
As you redoubled your efforts to pleasure Maul, so did Icarus.
You felt him run a hand down to your stretched entrance, his lips and teeth sucking and rolling your clit into oblivion. You felt your next orgasm building, further stimulated by Maul and Scorn whispering naughty things in their deep, sexy voices.
“Look at me, yes, like that, let me see those pretty eyes while you suck my cock.”
“You’re fantastic, darling, so pretty and obedient. You’re perfect for us, yeah? Just meant to be fucked by us. Yeah, you are, aren’t you?”
Icarus began what you knew was just the start of your preparation. Sucking on your clit, shattering all coherence you may once have had, his index finger teased your entrance, before beginning to push in, next to Scorn’s fully buried cock. You whimpered, but focussed instead on Scorn’s wandering hands, the taste of Maul’s precum on your tongue.
His finger slowly, slowly, worked inside of you, curling upwards towards your navel. There was mild discomfort, but not enough for you to change your mind. Then, Icarus pushed harder, a second finger joining.
Oh, that was uncomfortable. The stretch was almost painful, but you felt so deeply that pleasure that lurked, hidden behind it. You’ve never felt anything like it, and as anxious as you felt yourself becoming, you wanted that pleasure, you needed to know it.
You squirmed on Scorn’s dick and Icarus’ fingers, moaning around Maul’s cock.
“You like that? You want more?” Scorn asked, sucking a hickey where your shoulder met your neck. You nodded, wiggling again.
Maul gently pulled you off of him, using his hands to direct your head downwards.
“Watch, kitten, tell us how it feels.”
You barely could focus your eyes. You looked down at Icarus kneeling, his mouth still assaulting your clit while two fingers pressed into you. It was overwhelming, beautifully consuming.
Icarus looked up at you then, grinning at you while he trapped your clit between his tongue and his upper teeth. You clamped down your gasp of pleasure as he rolled it back and forth, straining at the sensation nearly making you cum right there, his eyes on yours erotic in ways you hadn’t experienced before.
“Come on, pretty girl, how does it feel?” Scorn urged, holding you tightly.
You pant for a moment, staring at Icarus between your legs, hypnotized. “So good, its like, it burns in the best way—” you cut off, silencing yourself with every ounce of willpower as Icarus began forcing another finger into you, completely rearranging your senses.
You watched as Icarus grinned wider, leaning back just enough for you to see how he pushed his hand into you, filling you past the point of reason.
There was no going back.
Icarus chuckled darkly to himself while he stared at your expression, leaning forward to circle your clit with his tongue once more.
You groaned, loud enough for Maul to shush you, dragging your mouth back to his cock, your hands returning to his shaft.
“Here darling,” he grunted, his hands in your hair.
You knew it was coming, all of them did too. Scorn held you tighter, Icarus pushed his fingers in further, and Maul pressed himself deeper into your mouth.
Still, that orgasm that tore through you was unlike anything you’ve ever known. And, it wouldn’t stop. It lasted for so long, your vision began to fade, your body falling slack, and you couldn’t control it, couldn’t bring it back, could only take the pleasure they gave in overwhelming droves.
Icarus retreated from your clit, and Maul pulled his spit-soaked cock from your mouth, Scorn holding you to his chest as he nudged your face.
“Hey, come back to us,” he commanded, his first real command of the night. And you obeyed, like a perfect little kitten. You realized how limp you were, how far from your body you felt, and you reigned yourself in, blinking and raising your hands to your neck, your stomach, checking that you were not fallen apart.
“I’m okay,” you whispered, trying to calm your heaving chest. “I’m good.”
Maul assessed you, stroking your hair, leaning to look into your eyes. You met his gaze, a smile creeping on your face as you nodded slowly at him. He gave you a tiny little smirk in return.
“You’ll do anything for us, won’t you?”
“Uh huh,” you affirmed, lost in those golden eyes of his.
“Perfect. Scorn is going to have his fun, and then Icarus and I will have ours.” He tilted his head, watching you like prey. “Understand?”
You nodded, ready by now.
Icarus kissed your swollen and bruised clit once before slowly removing his fingers, letting you realize in that moment that you already wanted them back. He stepped back, letting Scorn have the room he needed. He was so strong, and had no difficultly lifting you off his cock by the waist and flipping you around, so you faced him.
He plunged into you again, grunting at finally having some proper friction.
“Hold on, pretty girl. I’m desperate to fuck you, and I might lose my control.” Scorn lifted your legs so that your knees were over his elbows, and his broad, strong hands grabbed your waist, digging painfully into your flesh. “Just let me, okay?”
You looked at Scorn, willing to let him do anything to you. “Take me however you want,” you reassured him. “Fuck me hard, baby, as hard as you want.”
Perhaps that wasn’t the thing to say, considering his jaw flexed tightly, his hands somehow crushing you even harder. And then, you were completely helpless to the raw, frantic fucking Scorn gave you.
With his strength, with your legs spread wide and high over his arms as you sat on his lap, it was no problem for him to lift you up on his cock and drive you back down.
You were completely shocked and aroused at the same time. He was treating you like a tiny little doll, lifting you up and down on his cock like you weighed nothing.
“Fuck, Scorn!” You bit out between clenched teeth, your head tipping back as he fucked you on his cock without mercy. You didn’t realize what you were doing, but your reached out with your hands, grabbing whatever you found.
Which was his horns.
He barely stifled his grunt of pleasure, and you felt his cock hit harder, deeper, in your stretched pussy. He felt so good inside of you, so thick and heavy and perfect, you never wanted it to end.
You held on to his horns best as you could, but he started fucking you so hard and fast, lifting and dropping you at a pace that made it difficult to hold on at all.
As wonderful as it all felt, you knew that he’d been warming his cock inside you for a long time, and you came three times on his cock. His stamina was excellent, but he’d been stimulated for long enough that his orgasm couldn’t be held back much longer.
You decided to return the praise Scorn had been giving you all night.
“You feel so good, Scorn, fucking my pussy into a mess. I can’t wait to feel your cum filling me up,” you whined into his ear, moaning for him as he pounded into you.
“Fuck,” Scorn panted, bottoming out in you hard. He tilted his head back as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, his cum spilling into you. You rocked on him, wanting more. You were insatiable now, a complete deviant.
“Such a perfect little pussy,” he moaned, opening his eyes to you. You giggled at the praise, biting your lip.
Maul moved up, capturing your attention. “Ready, darling?”
You glanced between him and Icarus. Yes, you were ready. Scorn was the thickest of them all, and it made sense why he would be the one to prepare you.
“Yes, yes I want it,” you quietly panted, lust drowning everything else out.
They all chuckled at your eagerness, and Scorn pulled out of you slowly, but he still carried you. Icarus took his place on the table, and Scorn lowered you down, sliding your dripping pussy onto Icarus’ daunting cock. He wasn’t as thick, but he reached far into you, and you grunted as your sore cervix took another beating.
“Oh, there you go, doll face,” Icarus groaned, his hands holding you steady as you got comfortable. You were facing away from Icarus, so you watched as Maul approached, his impressive cock suddenly seeming like an impossibility. There was no way.
With you seated on Icarus, Maul was at the perfect height to slot between both of your legs while kneeling. You arched your legs a little wider, and Maul smirked at you.
“Good girl,” he breathed, placing one hand on your stomach before fisting his cock and pressing at your already occupied entrance. “Just breathe for us, alright? We’ll make you feel incredible.”
Icarus wrapped his arms around you, one hand resting on your neck and jaw, stroking your cheek, the other hugging you around the ribs, his hand splayed possessively on your side. “I’ve got you, doll, I’ll keep you together. Just relax, let us take care of you.”
You nodded, meeting Maul’s eyes. “I’m ready,” you whispered, turning your eyes to your pussy.
You watched in complete disbelief and awe, your eyes widening, as Maul began to press his cock against your ruined entrance, Icarus’ prep allowing for that friction to become flexibility. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing at Maul’s angry red cockhead pushed into your pussy.
Oh, it burned. It ached and stung and hurt. You whimpered, but Scorn was there, Icarus too, while Maul made sure you were okay.
“I got you,” Icarus said, rubbing a thumb on your cheek, kissing your shoulder. Scorn took your hands in one of his, his other hand soothingly stroking your thigh.
“Squeeze me as hard as you need to, but you can do it,” he rumbled, “you’ve done so well. Your pussy is meant for us, it’ll take them both.”
You trusted them all, and taking a deep breath, you tried to relax, letting your body fall a little more limp onto Icarus’ chest.
Maul rubbed your fucked hole gently, smearing your and Scorn’s cum over himself, over your folds, making sure there wasn’t any friction that would hurt. “I can’t wait to see this pussy stretch out over two cocks,” he muttered, entranced by your body barely tolerating it to begin with. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Maul’s praise was so valuable to you. You arched your pelvis, and a little more of him slipped inside of you. He took the hint, and started pushing harder, slow and steady as your pussy slowly adjusted, full of cock and cum.
“Oh, look at that,” Scorn urged, making you look down your body. Maul was almost there, and you let a surprised giggle out. You watched as Maul gently thrust the last few inches in, as much as he could given the limited space between your legs.
You were stuffed far too full of cock. Your body wasn’t meant to take this much, but that didn’t matter, because you were, right now. It felt a little strange, not exactly arousing yet, as the sensation of being so stretched out was just completely foreign to you. But, it was easily the most erotic thing you’d ever seen in your life.
You panted a little, as the strain of it left your body, and it began to feel… nice. Oh, there it was. Icarus chuckled behind you, hands still on you. Maul looked at you, face alight with lust and pride.
“You are the most incredible thing. We’re going to ruin this pussy, and you’re going to love it.” You nodded along, smiling. “Yeah? You want us to ruin this pretty pussy?”
You swallowed hard before responding.
“Ruin my pretty pussy, please.”
Maul’s eyes flicked to Icarus behind you and Scorn beside you. Then he grinned, an evil little smirk, his nose scrunching just slightly.
“As you wish,” he whispered, pulling out of you and plunging back in.
You immediately felt that pleasure twist into something outside of reality. No person was supposed to feel this, and not go mad.
Icarus was quick, and the hand on your throat went to cover your mouth, his other arm trapping your arms down as you held onto Scorn’s hand, Scorn’s other hand still rubbing your thigh.
Maul pumped into you a few times, your breath leaving you completely at the feeling of being so stretched while being fucked.
But Maul was just the beginning. He was setting the pace, a medium speed with a full stoke, and as he pushed in all the way on the fifth or sixth stroke, Icarus pulled out.
You bucked and whined, wracked with pleasure as Maul and Icarus began to pump themselves into you at the same time, but on opposite rhythms. It was the most incredible feeling, and you let your body become theirs to command, falling into such a state of euphoria that no other thoughts or feelings pervaded you, only the three Zabraks, only the pleasure that they fucked into you.
“Fuck,” Icarus grunted into your ear, holding you so tight. “Feels so good, doll face.”
Maul leaned down lower, dragging your attention to his face, how gorgeous he was as his pleasure flooded him. He grit his teeth, his brows knitting as he thrust into your overstuffed, slick, swollen pussy.
“Harder,” you begged, making both him and Icarus shudder with anticipation. Icarus thrust into you from beneath harder, bruising your stretched walls.
He and Maul paused, both of them fully buried in you. You moaned around the feeling, the fullness, your muscles twitching and flinching uncontrollably as your nerves fired at the overstimulation.
As one, somehow communicating without talking, Maul and Icarus both pulled out, synchronized, before pushing back in. You writhed and squirmed, Icarus laughing darkly in your ear as he held you down, silencing you with a hand still.
“Take it, doll, take it,” he panted, moaning into your hair as he and Maul fucked you at the same time, their cocks filling you over and over as they set a slower, harder pace.
You knew there was pain mixed into all the pleasure, but your broken, warped brain no longer felt anything but ecstasy. Panting as you spasmed on them, you looked at Scorn, and he was just grinning at you.
“Pretty thing,” he cooed, your hands captured in his squeezing him hard. “I really want to see you cum again.” You felt as his hand on your thigh wandered lower down, towards your clit. You shivered at the idea, your hands digging into his wrist. “C’mon, let me join in,” he teased, working his middle and index finger to the top of your ruined pussy, aching by the force of Maul and Icarus pounding into you like you never imagined was ever possible.
“Be a good girl,” Maul groaned, leaning back slightly to watch Scorn’s hand come just above your throbbing, sore clit.
Icarus kissed the side of your head, his hand bruising against your ribs as he clutched you tighter. “Just imagine, doll, how good it would feel, huh? Don’t you want to please us?”
You were hopeless. You couldn’t resist. You relaxed your grip on Scorn’s arm, meeting his eyes. He nodded at you, and you tried to nod back, but Icarus’s grip on you was too tight. He was groaning and grunting with each thrust, and you knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Judging by the look on Maul’s face, neither was he.
Fuck, they were going to fill you up weren’t they? That thought made you clench down, your straining walls somehow able to still. Both Zabrak inside you hissed at the tightness, and Scorn took his chance.
His two fingers found your clit, completely soaked by your and his cum, most of it smeared and squished all over your thighs from the fucking you were currently taking. You bucked gently, trying to relax, to take it like a good girl, but your clit was so sensitive, so raw and abused.
“Hush,” Scorn calmed, bringing your fisted hands to his crotch. His dick was somewhat hard, probably from the display in front of him, but you felt it twitch immediately at your touch. “You take cock so well, I know you can handle this.”
You wrapped your hands around his heavy dick. It was still somewhat slick from your earlier fucking, and you used that to your advantage as you stroked him clumsily from this angle, with your arms pinned. He only smiled at you as he circled your clit, matching the brutal pace of the other two.
Icarus’s pace became more stilted, nearly falling out of time with Maul. Above you, Maul but a hand on your stomach where there was room, somehow managing to fuck into you harder, making you arch against them both,
Scorn’s fingers pressed harder, and you convulsed, Icarus’ arms straining to keep you in place. The ecstasy, the bliss, the climax, it condensed inside of you until nothing remained, and there existed only the pleasure they gave.
You screamed openly against Icarus’ hand, crying and thrashing as your body couldn’t contain it all the sensations of electric euphoria. You felt your pussy clench down over and over again, every sensation amplified into indulgence like you’d never known.
There was something beautiful about it all. Being such a good little pet for them all to fuck senseless, cumming on them as they wanted, never being afraid, never turning them down. If they whisked you away to be their good girl, their pretty little thing for the rest of your life, you would be the happiest woman alive.
You were completely exhausted, your limp hands rubbed on Scorn’s dick half-heartedly, but you couldn’t even remember what you’d been doing at the library in the first place anymore. You were spent, completely unable to think or move unless they needed you to.
“I’m going to pump you so fucking full, doll face,” Icarus grunted, making good on his promise a few rough strokes later. You felt as he impaled you fully, that ache against your cervix a beautiful thing now. Maul kept going for a few moments, staring at you, watching your eyes, claiming you as his.
You let him. You let Maul own you as he thrust as deeply as he could, matching Icarus and brutalizing your pussy as he shot his load into you, moaning deep as he savoured the feeling.
Scorn pulled his hand away, and Icarus gently let you go, rubbing his knuckles against your cheek in affection.
“Fucking amazing, doll face,” he praised, kissing your temple again.
You all rested for a moment, and you felt those two loads of cum drip and leak out of you, even though you were crammed full still.
Slowly, however, Icarus pulled his hips down, his long dick slipping out of you. You grunted at the sudden release of pressure, of your walls rebounding. But, not fast enough, since you felt as so much cum poured out of your destroyed entrance.
Maul held himself inside of you for a moment longer, just watching your face as you caught your breath. Slowly, he looked down as he pulled out of you, rising to his feet. His semi-hard cock was slathered and dripping with cum, but he couldn’t stop staring at your ruined, dripping, gaping pussy.
“So perfect,” he muttered.
Icarus gently moved you off of him, setting you on the armchair to the side. You were completely in the afterglow as the three men cleaned themselves up best they could and tucked their dicks back in their pants.
There was a filthy mess on the floor where you had been pounded, and you were currently leaking all over the armchair, but you didn’t care.
Maul came to you, and without a word he straightened your shirt, moving your skirt back down after being flipped up the entire time. He ran his thumb along your mouth, face completely neutral, as it had been when you first saw him in this little nook.
“Kitten,” was all he said, before turning away, walking down the little aisle between bookshelves, and leaving.
You whimpered, missing him already.
Icarus leaned over you, not touching you, knowing how it would tease you and make you squirm. “See you around, doll face.”
And he was gone.
Scorn stroked your cheek, chuckling to himself. “Such a good girl. Be good while we’re gone, alright?” He leaned down, kissing your cheek before tucking his hands in his pockets and strolling away.
You sat, completely changed and drained and remade on that armchair, just staring at the pool of cum on the ground.
You don’t know how long you sat there, just trying to remember what you were, what bones you had, what muscles you possessed. It wasn’t until the library announcement system chimed with the ten-minute closing warning that you moved.
On barely functioning legs, shaking and weak, you collected your bra and panties, tucking them into your bag. You threw your jacket on, and picked up your things, faintly remembering one last thing.
Your book.
The one that had started this all.
You reached for it, your hand cum-stained and trembling. You picked it up, stuffing it into your bag. Without bothering to go and clean up in the bathroom, you left the library, cum running down your legs the entire walk home.