Cyra's Cyclopes Page 5

  A hint of thunder rumbled through her body and she screamed with pleasure.

  The men who held her heart and soul were all around her, touching and loving her, and it was the best moment of her life. They had a future together and were starting it with a bang. Cyra felt so good and wished she could share the pleasure she was experiencing with them, but could only touch a couple of heads, and shift her leg to stroke over Brontes back. To be at the center of their hearts and desire would have to be enough for the time being.

  It had to be because she didn’t have the ability to move away from them and do what she wanted, not when they were giving her everything they felt for her, to her, and she wanted it all.

  Sounds of pleasure-filled moans and groans of lust settled in the air around them. The melodic offering was all of them, together, and Euterpe, the muse of music, didn’t need to help them. Whatever came out of their mouths was them and therefore sounded beautiful.

  Suddenly, without anyone suggesting they change places again. Steropes pulled away from their kiss and latched onto the breast Agres had been teasing with his fingers. At the same time, Agres brought her face to his, and pressed his lips to hers.

  Their kiss wasn’t soft or playful, there was much more to it than pleasure. The meeting of their lips and tongues was passionate, hard, and brimming with pure need. The Cyclops that made bolts brighter moved up onto his knees, held her head still, and poured all his feelings into their kiss. It was fierce, full of raw hunger, and brought tears to her eyes. She could sense how difficult things had been for him and wanted to do something to soothe him, but Brontes spread her legs wider, and swiftly moved his tongue in and out of her pussy.

  Each thrust was accompanied by another rumble. He toned down his unique ability, but the grumble of his thunder was there, and tickled her senses. In response to the slight reverberations running through her body, she felt her nipples tighten to hard pebbles, and on her next breath, she broke apart.

  The rippling waves of her climax radiated out from her mound and touched every inch of her body. The hair on her head stood up and her toes pointed. While her pussy clenched around his tongue and tried to pull it back inside her, Cyra knew there was more to come from her lovers.

  A sharp edge to her lust had been softened and she felt satisfied, but her hunger for them and their cocks’ inside her, pounding away, was still there and more intense than it had been. What she felt for the three Cyclopes when they were making love was much more than she’d ever experienced at a Dionysian festival. The best part of their time together was that she knew everything that was happening. There was nothing clouding her mind, whatever she did with them was because she wanted to.

  Slowly, she came down from the peak of passion and large rough hands roamed over her flesh, whipping her needs back up. She also felt a long rod gradually making its way through her pussy. Opening her eyes, she smiled into Brontes grinning face.

  “We love to watch you come. You’re so expressive, so beautiful.” He leaned over and kissed her softly, while he effortlessly slid a small portion of his prick in and out. The motion was easy because she was excited and the honey that excitement created made the sensual fucking feel natural. Brontes had the biggest cock of the three and once she could take him comfortably, she could take them all. “Let’s do it again.”

  Cyra moaned in response, but to make sure they understood the answer was a positive, she shifted her hands around until she held a cock in each. They were both heated rods of love, but the thinnest was more so than the other. Looking to the side, she looked at his prick, and found a lit column. She’d seen it earlier, but hadn’t thought anything had been seriously wrong.

  The brothers carried their personifications inside them and some seeped to the surface. It had never caused them pain before, although she couldn’t tell if he felt any discomfort from it or not. While she knew he was turned on, his face was red, and he had a glowing cock. She couldn’t see his eye, the lid was lowered, and the lashes were covering what was going on in his head, so she asked him.

  “Are you all right?” Cyra hadn’t released her hold on him. In fact, she tightened the hold a little more firmly. Agres laughed and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

  “I’m horny.”

  “Well, yes, I see that, but does the brightening hurt?”

  “Nope, is it too much for you?” She wasn’t surprised he’d turned it around to how she felt about the change in him. Putting her first was what the men in her life did.

  “No,” she whispered, and looked at it while wondering if he tasted differently.

  As if Brontes read her mind, he shifted onto his knees, and pulled her body down until he was buried inside her pussy. Steropes moved around until he held her head in his lap and used his flashing fingertips to tease her nipples. Slashes of heat rained across her chest and caused her to shift around Brontes. She wanted him to move, to satisfy the needs they were building inside her, only he didn’t. Both he and Steropes maintained their hold on her, making her feel cared for, and turned her head to encourage Agres to bring his glowing rod closer.

  “Shall we see if the light will dim when you climax?” Cyra had all sorts of questions, for all three of them, but right then, his glowing cock was the one that held her attention.

  “Promise to stop if it hurts. I’m used to intense heat, but you aren’t.”

  “Come here, Agres. I want you warming up my mouth.” She smiled when he came closer and held his prick out toward her mouth. At the same time, the Cyclops looked prepared to pull his erection away the moment he believed the heat was too much. Because he was tense, she knew there was a limitation to the pleasure he’d experience, and stretched out a hand to join his on the stiff rod.

  She decided when something was too much.

  The brightly lit tip came closer, she put her tongue out to test the heat with the tender appendage, and found it was warm to the touch. In fact, as she swirled the muscle around the head, Cyra decided holding the rod radiated more heat than she felt licking it. The next question she needed answered was if the way he tasted had been affected. Because her guys were born from Mother Earth, Gaia, and Father Sky, Uranus, all three had a distinctive flavor born of the Earth.

  Moving his rod closer to her mouth, she covered him, and was treated to a bit of pre-ejaculate to sample. Her hand moved to meet her lips as she sought more. There was a hint of spice she discovered that was different. The green herb flavor had turned into a spicy bark offering, like cinnamon she’d once had the honor of tasting, and had loved it.

  While they’d been lovers for some time, what they were experiencing was all new. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she was in a dream world where only the best life had to offer was present.

  Brontes fucked her with his large rod after having sent thunder through her pussy as a taster. Steropes used his flashing fingers that washed heat across her chest and excited her nipples to tight points, all while she swallowed every drop of pre-cum Agres offered from his glowing cock. It was exciting, new, and radiated with love they all felt for each other.

  “You want more, Cyra?” Brontes panted as he no longer remained buried inside her, but was fucking her with short strokes. She was ready for more and pulled away from Agres cock to tell them all that.

  “Yes, yes, give me more!” Cyra would have laughed at her shaking voice if she hadn’t been so intent on vocalizing her passion. They knew what she wanted and wasted no more time in making it happen.

  All three moved themselves and her around. Limbs were lifted and shifted, bodies rolled and settled. Ultimately, once her head stopped spinning, she lay over Brontes, and had his big hard cock buried inside her clenching pussy. Putting her hands on either side of his head, she locked lips with him, and poured all the pleasure swimming around inside her into their connection. When he moaned and started to hold her head pressed more firmly to his, she moved away.

  Lifting her chest up, Cyra leaned over and, in no time at all, she had Ag
res’ rod back in her mouth. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down the hard length, and randomly ran the tip of her tongue around the crown. And then there was Steropes, kneeling behind her, resting the crown of his prick against her back rose as his hands played with her backside.

  “Relax and breathe out,” he whispered in her ear. “We’ll go nice and easy. No rushing to the end. There we go. Yes. I’m almost there. A little, ah, there we go. Are you all right?” If her mouth wasn’t full of cock and if her need wasn’t ramped up so high, she might have laughed.

  They’d been in the same position before and she hadn’t fallen apart then, well, unless she counted the many climaxes they’d given her and she’d enjoyed. However, there was no room in her head for what happened between them before. All she wanted was to feel them surrounding her, in her, loving her as she did them, and they were.

  She liked how they thought of her as breakable, even though she wasn’t. They took care of her and she, in turn, took care of them.

  The brothers took their cues from her.

  Cyra shifted a hand to hold Agres’ cock and slowly started to move her mouth over his length. Her previous attention must have remained with him, because after a short period of time, she could tell he was quickly moving toward a climax. Not only had his hard-on grown thicker, but he was also harder. It was as if he had an iron pole buried inside his cock and she was determined to make him come. Her mouth was stretched around him, but she took as much of him as she could handle, moved her hand up further, and got off on every groan of pleasure he offered. There were plenty of them and each one tweaked her desire to come.

  Eventually, Steropes started to take possession of her ass. At first it was a slow in and out motion, but soon he was moving faster. Each time his hips bouncing against her backside, he pushed her a little bit off Brontes cock. After a few more strokes, the two men found their rhythm, and were taking turns filling her body. Her pussy was packed with Brontes cock and the crown of Steropes remained in her back channel then, after a smooth move, her ass was filled and her pussy only partially so.

  It felt so good.

  Between the two of them, she was well fucked, and Cyra found the magic that had Agres coming before them. As his glowing rod pulsed in her mouth, blasting come after each pulsating beat it had, she swallowed it then prepared for the next burst of spice. The new taste of him was fresh and unusual, and she really liked it. Even when his orgasm was finished, she didn’t want to let him go, and continued to suck on his rod.

  Without a word, Agres pulled his cock out of her mouth, and leaned over to kiss her. There were no gentle bussing of their lips. What they shared was a carnal, tongue thrusting, gut wrenching kiss. She felt so much passion. It was almost too much. A small part of her believed that wasn’t possible between them, except they did. They loved her with every part of their bodies and she was soaking it up.

  “I love you so much,” he whispered against her lips. “Come for us, Cyra.”

  She was so close, except she didn’t want their love to ever end, but it did when Agres found her excited nipple pressing into Brontes chest, and captured the tip between a couple of fingers. Having three men meant no part of her was ever ignored for long and she swiftly lost it. The tentative hold on anything real that she’d had was immediately lost in a swirl. She heard the shouting, felt their cocks expand and contract, and knew they’d climaxed, but couldn’t respond beyond a contracted moan.

  Collapsing on top of Brontes, she felt Steropes drop his head on her back, and felt waves of heat washing over her body from where his fingers clenched her hips. She shivered, felt her nipples harden to points and dig into Brontes’ chest.

  “Despite the screams, we must not have satisfied her, because her breasts are going to draw blood.”

  “She’s gripping my cock so tightly, I’m not sure I can pull it free.”

  Moving her head to the side, she found Agres at her side, smoothing the hair from her face. She panted for air and said what was on the top of her mind.

  “Are they complaining?” She mumbled as a joke and was given a smile in return.

  “Never. Are you guys?”

  “No way!” They both responded as one and within a minute, she was lying on her back, and surrounded by her guys. Looking around, she took in how different they were, and yet still the same. The hair was different, but they each had a single glorious eye, and they were all looking at her with their hearts lighting them up.

  Normally, they were brown, although she could swear she’d seen them gray, and right then, they looked green. She was seeing their souls and felt a part of their world.

  “I love each of you so much.” She hadn’t meant to cry, but the tears that had been building up inside her chest were falling. Before she knew them, she would never have believed Cyclopes were such gentle giants. But they were and they made her so happy, she wanted to make sure they knew how much they meant to her.

  They moved in closer, touching as much of her as they could manage. Brontes and Steropes were snuggled up to each side of her and Agres was on top, bracing himself with his forearms on his brothers’, and they gave her their truth.

  “We love you. You’re the center of our world and we’re sure to have a wonderful life together.” While Brontes spoke in his new rumbling tone, it was on behalf of all of three of them. They each made sure she knew they meant what had been said with gentle kisses pressed all over her face.

  Steropes broke the moment by bringing up the subject she’d raised earlier. “We want to see if we can have children with you, but if we can’t, would you be open to bringing an abandoned baby or two into our home? We’d like to raise children with you.” She looked around at their nodding heads and felt the glow in her heart build.

  They wanted what she did and was happy to hear that. She’d been worried they wouldn’t want the responsibility of raising another, but she’d been so wrong.

  Cyra was the one to share kisses with each of them and had settled back into a sensual languid one with Agres when he suddenly pulled away. “You do realize the necklace we made for you holds everything we feel for you and we are nothing without you. We promise to figure out the immortal thing, but from this moment on, you are our wife, our partner. We are your faithful Cyclopes mates.”

  “Yes you are. If not for an eternity, then for my lifetime and a day.” Once again, she sealed her claim on them with kisses. There was so much emotion radiating around them and they absorbed it all. Quite a bit had happened in one day and, despite a few bad moments, it had all ended—she gasped.

  Whatever she’d been thinking fluttered away as Agres slid his glowing cock inside her pussy.

  “Want some more?” He asked with a twinkle in his eye and smile spreading across his face. There was only one answer to that question and she laughed while giving it to him.

  “Always!” The day belonged to all of them.

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