Snoe fell forward, breathing heavily. Come splashed to the floor as it was too much for him to hold. He could do this. And then they would all be his. This was for revenge—he needed power, and he needed powerful allies, ones he knew would be loyal only to him. Snoe looked up at the last two, the gentlest of the seven—well, besides grey eyes.
They walked up to Snoe, and he forced himself up on shaky arms. He was determined, but his body wasn’t exactly up for the Olympic sport of fucking. His arms gave out, and before he landed face-first, he was caught in hairy arms and met with the light green eyes of none other than the leader. Snoe opened his mouth, but even that hurt a little bit.
“Let us,” the auburn-haired male whispered in Snoe’s ear.
It wasn’t as if Snoe had much of a choice. He wasn’t ready to give in, but his body wasn’t exactly up to him acting all in charge. He leaned back against the auburn-haired male’s chest as he was positioned in between them. They lifted him up with ease, as if he weighed little to nothing. His ass was spread, and more come leaked from his hole, making a bigger mess on the floor. The leader looked into his eyes as he lined his cock up with Snoe’s entrance and sunk in, both of them moaning in pleasure.
Snoe’s mind was so slow to catch on. Fingers pressed into his entrance alongside the leader’s cock, stretching Snoe wider. Snoe cried out as they stretched him to his limits. He was distracted by the teasing fingers when his mouth was taken in a deep kiss. Were they all gifted with the ability to kiss? What the hell. When the leader pulled back, Snoe was ready—more than ready—for him to move. But he didn’t, and Snoe was lost for a second until the auburn-haired man’s cock pressed against his already stretched hole. Snoe didn’t get a word out as the pressure took his breath away.
“Breathe,” the leader said.
Snoe looked at him, and for the first time thought maybe they were all playing their own game. If they wanted to, they could have easily held him down and sucked his cock or jerked him off and he’d come. End of the game. Yet they all played and let him do as he pleased, each of them taking pleasure in his body.
Snoe felt a strange sense of trust with the strangers, more trust than he would have given to anyone in his family. Snoe exhaled and continued to do so and remained relaxed as the other man pushed his cock inside of Snoe’s entrance. To Snoe’s surprise, it stretched and took in both cocks. The feeling was beyond overwhelming. He felt too full, too stretched, one breath away from being split in half.
Snoe sucked in air as if it would help him ease anything. It didn’t, but he couldn’t stop either. Not till his mouth was taken in a passionate kiss. That’s when one of them moved, and Snoe saw sparks. It was like a fire inside of him as they moved inside of him. The leader groaned, and his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Snoe was too lost in his own sensation, too full. He moaned as every movement sent pleasure rocking throughout his body. They were pressed up against his prostate, and Snoe couldn’t take much more of it.
“He’s so tight around us,” the auburn man groaned out.
Snoe whimpered as they picked up the pace. No, please. He was going to come if they kept that up. He couldn’t even flex his hole around their cocks. There was barely enough room for them. Snoe just lay in their arms as they did what they wanted to his body.
“We’ve always craved a master,” the leader whispered into Snoe’s ear as he groaned loudly and thrust harder into Snoe.
Snoe couldn’t respond to the words. His toes curled and his back arched. He was going to come, and there was nothing he could do about it. A hand wrapped around the base of his cock, but it was too late. Shocks tingled throughout Snoe’s body, and he dug his blunt nails into the auburn-haired man’s back as he screamed in pleasure. Both of them cried out, joining him in their release, coming inside of Snoe, adding to the impossible amount inside of him.
But as Snoe came down from his climax, he noticed that he still felt the need to come. It was intensified and tingled at the base of his spine. He whined as they both pulled out and lowered him down to his feet. He was wobbly, and he felt as if his hole was gaping open as come ran down his legs. But none of that mattered. He needed to come.
“It looks as if you won,” the leader said.
Snoe had won. His balls were heavy, and he was ready to come—fuck, he needed it like his next breath.
“You’re a little pent up there,” the silver-eyed man said.
Snoe bit down on his lip, keeping himself from begging. He wasn’t that person, not with them. He’d won—he was their master, and he needed to act like one.
“Open your mouth now,” Snoe demanded.
He lowered himself to his knees and did as Snoe asked. Snoe mentally sighed in relief that the man listened to his order. His cock was heavy in his own hands. He thrust his cock forward and was happy when the man took his hard length into his hot mouth. Snoe moaned, and his head lolled back. Fingers rubbed his abused wet hole, and he groaned from the feel, begging in his mind for the man to continue, to never stop. Hands touched him, and Snoe opened his eyes before his lips were taken in a kiss. Yes. Tingles at the base of his spine were the only warning he got as a climax was ripped from him, Snoe’s shout muffled. Colors swirled in his vision, and his legs gave out. He was caught in muscular arms as they all ended up on the floor.
Snoe felt like a sticky mess, his jaw ached, and his hole felt well overused. They’d milked him dry, and he was ready to pass the fuck out. But he didn’t have that luxury. He sat up in the pile of men. They panted on the floor. Each of them looked different, and Snoe could tell them apart, but he couldn’t keep going with thinking of them as just a man or demon wolf.
“What are your names?”
The one Snoe had come to realize was more the leader of the group scratched at his hairy chest as his light green eyes focused on Snoe.
“We do not have names.”
Snoe’s head tilted to the side, and he looked over each of them again. “Then how do you address each other?”
“You ask too many damn questions. I like your mouth better when it’s stuffed with cock.”
Snoe glanced over his shoulder at the only person who could have said that. The man wore a permanent scowl on his face. Even when he was reaching climax, he still looked so angry.
Snoe sighed. “Is he always this grumpy?”
The youngest-looking man laughed. His build was similar to Snoe’s, except where Snoe was lacking muscles, the other man had a definition that made Snoe’s mouth and hands tingle to trace.
“It’s just who he is,” the man said, jumping up and stretching as if he had all the energy in the world, and they hadn’t just had a huge fuckfest for who knew how long.
“Well, as your master, I’ll give you each a name,” Snoe said. He couldn’t possibly keep referring to them by some outward appearance.
Mr. Angry All the Time grunted, but no one argued with Snoe. He took that as a good sign. Snoe glanced around at the men. Each of them was different. He started with the one who was the leader of the group. Dark brown hair, hairy in the best way, thick arms and legs, and kind, light green eyes. Snoe laughed a little at the thought of a demon having kind eyes, but there was no other way to describe them.
“You will be Dox,” Snoe said.