Teddy
My little devil is a nightmare. We have played her game with Darren for six hours now, and we've gotten more information that we expected. After I completely mangled his dick, he was a lot more forthcoming. Zoe had cranked the lever on the strappado high enough that he was dangling six feet above the ground before she released it, and a satisfying crunch echoed in the room, but it was quickly smothered by his cries.
I watched my little devil slice and stab and break so many pieces of this man in complete awe. Pure admiration. She hasn't even tired out yet, and to my surprise my brothers haven't gotten sick or even shown signs of boredom. We all watch Zoe with such intent, it can be physically painful to try to look away.
She is a piece of art, a devastating thing in motion, a nightmare, my little devil.
After we learned more about Deangelo, Darren's current role, what information has been leaked and who accepted on the most recent hit on Zoe, we were ready to call it a night and planned to start back up sometime tomorrow.
Zoe was sitting on my tool table, legs swinging to the beat of a new song she picked as I packed away some of my tools. My brothers stood closely behind Zoe, a protective stance I've seen them do countless times already. It's like they are prepared to drain the world of its oxygen, if she as much as choked on the air. And I'd do the same.
I know my brothers are worried about my new addiction, but my little devil is something I do not plan on quitting. I will not be letting her go, not ever. And she is not leaving.
I move to stand between Zoe's legs, cupping her face with both hands. "Are you happy with your results, little devil?"
She shrugs and flicks her eyes back to Darren, "I'd like to know who is controlling the Cambions." She says it loud enough that Darren responds with a slow shake of his head. That's the same question she has been asking for almost two hours and we have gotten nowhere near an answer, so we decided to keep Darren tied in the strappado for the night. Hopefully he'll be in a sharing mood tomorrow.
"I think we need to feed you, make you come, then put you to bed, princess." Brandon joined, rounding the table to stand next to me, placing a hand on her upper thigh.
A small spark lights behind her green eyes but she sputters out, "W-we?" I can almost smell the arousal seeping from her pores, and my cock hardens in response, so I press it into her middle.
"Food first," Brandon winked, "I can't have you passing out so easily again. Three wasn't enough."
I pick her up, letting her wrap her legs around me, holding her close as we track up the stairs into the kitchen, and Max and Dean follow behind. I place Zoe in her usual chair, but once I'm in mine she moves over and perches on my lap, leaning her back against my chest. Instinctively I wrap my arms around her torso and pull her closer to me. While my brothers are turned away and grabbing items from the kitchen I start to tease her. I push my still hard cock against her ass. Whispering in her ear I say, "You know I can just take you right here if I wanted to?"
Her movement starts to match mine, rubbing herself against me trying to chase the friction. "Would you like that, little devil?"
"Yes." Her eyes flutter closed.
I stuffed my hand into her shorts to cup her sex, and as I expected she was already dripping for me. I make quick work of it, moving her shorts to the side and pulling out my cock. I lift her and I brace myself at her entrance and I let her slowly sink onto me, she's so tight I hiss as her pussy grips me on the way down.
As soon as she is seated to the hilt, Brandon comes back to the table but he has a knowing glimmer dancing in his eyes. I can feel Zoe tense, and the movement makes me grunt. Dean and Max come back with some food items and don't notice immediately. But my slow rocking in and out of Zoe is starting to make her pant and the sound catches both of their attention and their gazes lock on her face.
When she notices them staring she clenches around me again, only verifying what I already knew. She wants all of us, and the thought seems to make me harden even more.
"Do you see how they are looking at you?" I whisper into her smooth ivory skin.
She doesn't respond, but I get a yelp when I thrust into her a little quicker. "Brandon is already stroking himself by just watching you like this." She looks over and I see blush flood her cheeks as she watches him pump his hand up and down his cock, his gaze locked on her body. "And do you see Max, he looks like he's ready to eat you alive. And you'd like that, wouldn't you little devil?"
"Yes," She chokes out, her hands bracing herself on the table as I quicken a little more.
"And Dean," Her attention snaps over to him, "He wants you so bad it hurts him. Do you see the way he is gripping the arms of his chair, and his chest is heaving? I bet if you look, you can see his cock hard in his jeans, begging to be inside of you."
She glances into his lap and gasps, surprised but pleased that he wants her too. She loves that we all want her.
"She was supposed to eat first." Brandon says, but the pained hunger in his voice tells me that he doesn't want us to stop anytime soon.
I hum and slowly lift her from my length, "Then feed her, brother." I slam her back onto my cock, impaling her hard enough I force a scream from her. Her hands smack onto the table rattling all the metal utensils and her jaw is slack as she tries to catch her breath.
Brandon hums and approaches us, stroking her face and his hand wraps around her chin to turn her head towards him. "Open wide for me, princess."
She obeys instantly, loosening her jaw more and presenting her tongue to him. I make my movements slow again, and she whimpers in frustration at the lack of friction, just enough movement to tease her. Brandon plucks a grape from a stem and sets it into her mouth, "Chew." He commands, she listens and swallows quickly. She begins to rock her own hips, trying to chase her release against me, but I still her movements with an iron grip.
"Stay still, little devil. Brandon says you need to eat first."
He repeats the same motion and gives her another grape, and then follows it with a bite of a banana all while still stoking his cock. It's a slow process, and the intensity in their gazes heat with every bite she takes.
She finishes the banana and Brandon plants a light kiss against her pouting lips, "Are you still hungry, princess?"
"Yes," She chokes out, and I can feel her pussy clench around me, throbbing with need.
"Good, open wide again."
She obliges and as if we are on the same wavelength I scoop back Zoe's hair and wrap it around my hand and wrist, and she hisses at the pull. Brandon inches closer, this time just setting the tip of his cock to rest on her tongue. Without a warning, I force Zoe's head forward, making her take him to the back of her throat.
While her mouth is full with him I take my chance to start driving harder into her, and she moans around him, the sound affecting everyone in the room. Dean stands abruptly and walks behind Brandon to get a better view. His eyes are blazing and he pulls his dick out of its denim prison and starts to stroke himself where she can see. I can feel the moment she sees his cock, her greedy cunt gripping me so hard I grit my teeth.
"Isn't she so tight, Teddy?" Brandon asks.
I slam into her again, strangled noises coming from her as she bobs her mouth on his cock. "It's like this little hole was made for us." I say, moving us so we are in a standing position and she stays bent over with her perfect lips wrapped around him.
"Look at what a mess you are, princess?" Brandon looks down at her with a sick admiration. "Your cry so prettily." He wipes a tear from her cheek to show me, before he sucks the wet from his thumb.
Max shifts in his seat, still watching and just barely stroking himself from the outside of his pants. "Do you like taking both of them, Harpy?" He asks, with an evil gleam in his eye.
She lets out a muffled sound of agreement, but doesn't take Brandon out of her mouth, like she's determined to keep him there forever.
"Come for them then. Let us see how you can be our perfect little toy for us."
She whines and as if his words take over her body, she grips around me and her body begins to tense as her release rolls through her. I'm not far behind but I force myself to keep going. Thrusting into her so cruelly, that she has no control of the pace she is taking Brandon down her throat. Her orgasm is hard, and the moment she finally cries out, Brandon comes along with her. His body stills as he pours his cum into her mouth. Brandon pulls out but is fast to close her jaw shut, "Swallow princess. I want your belly full of my cum." The gulp she makes is audible, and she gasps for air as she cranes her neck to look at me.
My little devil has left over cum dripping from the sides of her mouth and her cheeks are stained with tears. Dean approaches and her eyes widen when she looks back at him. "You're going to eat Dean's cum too. Open that pretty little mouth for him."
Without hesitation she opened her mouth, waiting for him. Instead of putting his dick in her mouth, he continues to pump himself. It's only a second later that he comes with a roar, shooting ribbons of cum into her mouth and on her cheeks. She gasps but swallows it down with a moan. Her sound is what sends me over the edge. I move us again to hold her torso flat against the table so she can stare at Max as I fill her up with my seed.
I grunt as I pump in her for the last time, making sure my little devil gets every last drop.
Zoe stays bent over the table, breathless, and with satisfied glazed eyes. Max tilts his head to the side while he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, "You look so pretty when you've been used, Harpy."
Brandon returns with a wet washcloth and begins to clean her off. Wiping the remaining cum from her face and then wiping her clean between her legs. We all help her back into her clothes to get her back to her original state, then she sits back in my lap nuzzling her head into my chest.
"How do you feel, little devil?" I ask, stroking her hair.
For a moment I think she has fallen asleep because she doesn't answer right away, but after a while I can hear a faint whisper come from her with a sigh, "At peace."