~LENORA'S POV
"Dove."
Voices echoed from afar, muffled and distant like whispers carried on a far-off wind, yet their hands felt real, solid against my skin, gripping and pulling me deeper into the swirl of sensation.
Their faces remained shadowed, blurred edges that refused to sharpen no matter how hard I strained to see, but their differences were impossible to miss.
The one guiding me with steady, commanding pressure, the one holding me fiercely, growling low whenever I shifted, and the third tracing each curve with precise and deliberate care.
My first lover, dominant and unyielding, pinned my wrists above my head, his shadow pressing close with hot breath brushing my neck. His thick cock thrusting slow but deep, as if he knew exactly how to drive me wild without losing control.
The second, sharp and temperamental, hovered above me, his breath hot against my clit before his tongue flicked out. The cool metal of his piercing dragging across my swollen folds, lapping at me roughly, as the ball of the piercing pressed firm against my clit.
His grip was possessive, almost urgent, with fingers digging into my skin as he moved with erratic power, growls rumbling low, warning me and any other presence that I belonged to him.
My third lover knelt beside us with quiet precision, calm and calculating. Grappling my ankle tight and lifting my foot to his mouth. His lips wrapped around my big toe, sucking hard while his tongue swirled over the skin before moving to the next.
Every flick of his tongue, every slide of his hands, traced a path meant to draw out the fullest sensation without force. He followed the pattern of my body like a sculptor, outlining, flicking, teasing, every movement was exacting and calculated enough to make my senses scream.
I arched my back instinctively, wrapping my legs around the dominant one's waist, grinding into him as he guided me deeper, slow, controlled, commanding every movement.
"Oh my! Fuck!" I cried, lost in the collision of energies, the heat, the rhythm, the intensity of three different forces pressing against me.
The piercing on that tongue continued to circle my clit, sucking it between his lips with rough pulls. Pleasure spiked sharp and overwhelming, making my toes curled in the mouth still latched onto them.
My third lover left my feet, his hands slowly crept up, gripping my breast, fingers pinching my nipple making me gasp, with my mouth already in a silent 'o' shape.
He leaned down, latching his mouth onto the sensitive peak, sucking hard while his free hand slides between my thighs, opening my folds wider for both my first lover who was pounding into me relentlessly, and my second lover whose tongue was lapping my clit.
"Oh y-yes!" I cry out, the pleasure building as my first lover's pace quickens, his hips slamming against mine, hard.
In a blink of an eye, I was placed on my hands and knees, my first lover was beneath me, his cock sliding into my pussy as I lower myself onto him. He gripped my hips, guiding me down until he's fully sheathed, then bucks up to meet my rhythm.
"Dove." He moaned, hazy and low, vibrating through me as he cupped both my breasts which was swaying in his face, his mouth latching from one nipple to another with his teeth grazing the flesh.
My third lover stands in front of me, his erection bobbing near my face. I opened my mouth eagerly, and my tongue flicked out to lick the tip before sucking him in deep, hollowing my cheeks as I bob my head.
"Mmm!" I moan around his length, the vibration drawing a hazy groan from him.
My second lover positioned himself behind me, lifting my hips slightly. His cock pressed against my back, hard and insistent as it nudged between my ass cheeks.
He spat in my already stretched hole before pressing his cock inside, the tip breaching slow, then burying deep with a firm thrust that made me shudder.
The dual rhythm overwhelms me, cocks pistoning in and out, filling every inch of me. Saliva drips from my lips as I take my third lover deeper, gagging slightly but pushing on, lost in the intensity.
Every hole claimed, I tremble in their grasp, the sensations crashing together like waves as they move in unison, cocks driving deep, building the pressure until my muscles clench tight.
"Dove." My lover behind me moans into my ear and that pushes me over, as I shattered around them, orgasm ripping through me, pussy and ass pulsing around them as cum floods my mouth.
My body arched, clenching around the dominant one while quivering under the calculated teasing of the third and the possessive urgings of the second. Every nerve was alight, alive with a fire that had no name but was unmistakably theirs.
The other two kept going, their cocks in me swelled, thrusting erratic as they chased their release till they were both spilling inside me, their hands exploring my body roughly yet knowingly.
They were mine, these shadowy lovers, claiming me in this misty void, and I arched into their touch, my body alive with the fire they'd ignited time and again.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto all of them, trembling under the pressure, their shadows pressing into me from every side.
Their blurry forms began fading as the echoes softened to whispers then dissolving into silence.
And just as my muscles coiled tight in the peak of sensation, a voice, soft and certain, threaded through my mind—different from any I'd known,
"We are not done with you yet, Dove."
I jolted awake, a sharp inhale cutting through the heat still clinging to my skin. The fan spun lazily above me, damp sheets tangled around my legs as I tried to calm myself.
My dorm room greeted me, ordinary, pale, and familiar, but the tension lingered. I let out a tired sigh, before reaching for my phone on the nightstand.
The screen glowed softly in the dark.
1:03 a.m.
Too late to be awake. Too early to feel this exhausted.
I let the phone slip from my fingers and land back where it was, then stared up again, trying to calm the strange tension lurking in my chest.
I hugged the covers closer, telling myself it was just a dream. But the memory of their shadows, their differing pressures, the undeniable claim in every touch burned through me, and for a moment I could have sworn it lingered too long, as if something unseen had passed by.
You're half asleep, I told myself. That's all.
I turned onto my side, facing the wall, and squeezed my eyes shut. My body was heavy with exhaustion, as my thoughts slowed despite my uneasiness.
And then, just before sleep could claim me again, it returned, sliding into my thoughts uninvited and unmistakably not mine.
"We are not done with you, Dove."