Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

She was naked in the dream. Completely exposed. Completely vulnerable.

A mouth on her breast....sucking, tasting. The sensation was electric. Her back arched involuntarily. She gasped at the intensity of it. Teeth grazed her nipple gently before the mouth covered it completely, tongue circling, drawing her into a deeper state of arousal.

Another mouth between her legs...tongue inside her, tasting her, claiming her. The sensation made her thighs tremble. She could feel herself getting wetter. Could feel the heat building between her legs. Could feel the intensity of whoever was there, completely focused on her pleasure and her submission.

Hands on her hips. Hands on her back. Hands on her thighs. Hands everywhere. Touching and gripping.

”Which one of us does she want first?” A voice that sounded like Sebastian. Playful, possessive and hungry.

”She wants all of us,” A voice that sounded like Nicholas.

”She’s ours,” A voice that sounded like Lucian. Raw. Feral. Desperate.

And then there was the sensation of a dick inside her. Hard, demanding and massive. Pushing into her deeply. So deeply that she gasped. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pressure and possession all at once.

She was being moved. Her body was repositioned. Lifted. Hands gripping her waist as she was positioned exactly where they wanted her.

A dick pushed inside her mouth. She couldn’t see whose. She could only taste him. Could only feel him. The salty taste of his arousal. The way he was using her mouth while her pussy was being filled by someone else.

She was drowning. Drowning in sensation. Drowning in the overwhelming reality of being surrounded and filled and completely claimed.

Another dick entered her pussy, thrusting deep and Intense. This one was different from the one in her mouth. Different angle. Different rhythm. Different energy.

The one in her mouth was pushing deeper. She could feel him in her throat. Could feel the way he was losing control. Could hear the guttural sounds he was making as he used her mouth.

Hands gripping her hips. Pulling her deeper onto the dick inside her pussy. Forcing her to take more. Forcing her to accept the possession.

She was being claimed from every direction. Her mouth full. Her pussy full. Hands all over her body.

One of the hands moved to her ass, teasing the entrance there, reminding her that she was completely vulnerable to them.

Her breasts were being sucked. One in a mouth. The other being gripped and squeezed. The sensations were almost too much. Almost overwhelming.

She was gasping around the dick in her mouth. She was moving against the dick inside her pussy.

The blur of sensations continued relentlessly. She couldn’t tell where one touch ended and another began. She couldn’t distinguish between the brothers. There was just the overwhelming reality of being completely surrounded and completely filled.

Her hands were being guided. Wrapped around a cock. Moving. Stroking. She was touching all three of them. Claiming and being claimed simultaneously.

The dream shifted again and she was being positioned again. On her back now. A cock pushing inside her pussy. Another cock pushing against her ass. Hands gripping her breasts. A mouth on her neck...biting, tasting, marking her.

The sensations were becoming almost unbearable. The pleasure was so intense it was bordering on pain. She could feel herself right on the edge of orgasm.

Then, without fully understanding what she was doing, without fully waking but becoming more aware, her hand moved.

She couldn’t help it. Her body needed something. Her hand drifted down her stomach, across the soft skin of her belly.

She was touching herself now. Still half-asleep but aware enough to know what she was doing. Aware enough to understand that this was no longer just a dream.

Her fingers found the slick heat between her legs. The wetness was real. The arousal was real. The need was absolutely real.

She pushed her fingers inside herself, gasping at the sensation of her own touch. Her fingers slid inside easily. She was so wet. So incredibly wet. Her pussy was throbbing with need and arousal and the impossible intensity of the dream that no longer felt like a dream.

The dream intensified with her touch.

The sensations became sharper. More real. More demanding. More visceral.

In the dream, the brothers were still there. Still fucking her. Still claiming her. Still surrounding her with their presence and their need and their absolute possession.

She was moving her fingers inside herself. Deeper. Faster. Chasing the release that was building but never quite arriving. Trying to push herself over the edge into orgasm.

The pleasure was building in waves now. Each wave stronger than the last. Each wave bringing her closer to something massive.

Her fingers moved faster inside herself. In and out. In and out. The rhythm building with the intensity of the dream.

”Fuck,” she whispered into the darkness of her room, her voice barely audible. The word escaped her lips almost involuntarily, and it sounded more like a prayer, a curse and a plea at the same time.

Her fingers moved faster.

The pleasure was building toward something. Something massive. Something overwhelming.

She could feel herself right on the edge.

The pleasure was almost unbearable.

”Fuck!” she gasped again, louder this time, her body moving against her own hand. Her hips thrusting up to meet her own fingers. Her legs spread wide. Her entire body open and vulnerable and desperately chasing release.

She was so close. So incredibly close.

Her fingers were moving in a frenzy now. In and out. In and out. Deep inside her. Her palm was grinding against her clit. The sensations were building to something that felt like it would consume her entirely.

She could feel the orgasm mounting. Could feel it right there. Right at the edge. Ready to explode.

Her other hand moved to her breast, gripping it, squeezing it, mimicking the sensations from the dream.

”Fuck! Fuck!” She was gasping now, her voice becoming louder, her body moving desperately against her own touch.

And then...

A sensation on her pussy that wasn’t her own hand.

Warm and wet, but definitely real.

Her eyes snapped open.

Half-dazed. Half-asleep. Her mind struggling to process what was happening. Her body still moving. Still desperate. Still chasing the release that had been building.

There was a figure between her legs.

In the moonlight filtering through the window, she could see the outline of a man. His shoulders broad and powerful. His dark hair visible in the silver light. His head between her legs.

Gold eyes reflecting the moonlight. Burning with intensity and hunger and absolute possession.

Lucian.

He was between her legs. His mouth on her pussy. His tongue inside her. His hands gripping her thighs to keep her spread open and vulnerable to him.

”Alpha Lucian,” she whispered his name, her voice still caught between sleep and waking, between dream and reality, between confusion and desperate need.

He was really there. This wasn’t the dream. This was real.

He raised his head, breaking contact with her pussy for just a moment.

”Go back to sleep Lilith,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her entire body, through her pussy still clenching around nothing, through her body that was still desperate for release.

And before she could process his words, before she could fully comprehend that he was actually there in her room, before she could understand how he’d gotten inside without her knowing, he lowered his head again.

His tongue pushed back inside her.

His mouth sealed around her pussy.

And he began to suck.