Our Girl Book 1 {Stray Kids Fanfiction}

Chapter 49: Euphoria

"Kitten, what's your color?" Leeknow asked, looking into her eyes.

"Green, sir." She replied without hesitation.

He smiled and nodded, "Good girl. Thank you for using your manners. Do you want to go back to the table?"

Lily's eyes lit up as she eagerly replied, "Yes, please, sir."

Leeknow stood from the bed and scooped her up. He laid her back on the table as I.N went to the cabinet against the wall.

"When I tell you to, I need four of you to hold her arms and legs. The other two- use your imaginations." Leeknow instructed with a sadistic smirk creeping across his lips. "Sweet girl, you get to choose. Do you want the blindfold?"

After only a second to think, she immediately responded, "Blindfold, please, sir!"

Leeknow nodded and tied the blindfold in place. "Everyone, stay quiet, and get ready." He instructed.

Lily's heart rate increased as she waited for whatever was about to happen. She heard a faint noise. It was familiar, but she couldn't place it. Before she could think anymore about it, all four of her limbs, both of her breasts, and her pussy were all grabbed at the exact same time a hot liquid hit her skin. She choked on her screams. The stimulation was almost unbearable. 

Before she could catch a breath, someone's dick shoved deep inside her as three more hot liquid stings kissed her skin. Her attempted screams were exchanged for a chorus to gasps and yelps as I.N dripped hot candle wax all over her skin while Leeknow pounded into her.

Chan, who was holding Lily's right arm, snaked his hand to her throat and held it there. Just the feel of his hand wrapped around her neck was enough to send her over the edge. She suddenly squirted, letting our a piercing, gargled yell, which, in turn, provoked the same from Leeknow.

As soon as Leeknow pulled away from her, I.N passed him the candle. Suddenly, all at once, the other hands were off of her as she was dragged off the table and held face down across it with her feet planted on the floor.

"Mmm, my darling-" I.N said as he teased her entrance from behind. He slithered his hand up her spine and into her hair. He clenched his fist around her hair and aggressively yanked her head back. "I'm going to destroy your tight little pussy." He growled before gripping her hip with his other hand and shoving into her. Her screams were barricaded by the angle in which her neck arched as he used her hair for his support.

The repeated collision of his tip against her upper wall sent such a current through her that her legs collapsed under her as yet another orgasm ripped through her.

I.N supported her as he pulled out of her. He picked her up and laid her gently back on the table and positioned himself between her legs. He caressed her inner thighs as he locked eyes with her. "Our beautiful girl. Look at you- so perfect." He said in an adoring tone.

His words waltzed through her ears and wrapped around her soul. Before she could respond, he passionately sunk into her and began thrusting and rotating inside her at a smooth and steady pace.

Sparks shot through her body as she was once again being ravished by all eight of her men. Their hands caressed her skin, and their soft lips trailed sensual kisses across every accessible inch of her.

I.N's sensual pace blended with their passionate touches so perfectly, sending her into a convulsing eruption. His thrusts became quick and deep as he rode his own high. He eased out of her and walked to her side. He stroked the hair out of her face and softly said, "I love you, my darling." Before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

***

Lily didn't think their night could get any better. She had been thoroughly ravished by the eight men that she was head over heals in love with. She had been giving a soothing and relaxing bath by Seungmin and Han who sang the most beautiful song to her. The song they titled 'Respirator' was now her favorite song. She was in a state of bliss, watching the flickering of the candles dance to their harmony.

She had expected to be placed in her own bed for the night, however she was carried to the living room, where the other six men had arranged several mattress. She was placed in the center of her eight men who took turns peppering her with kisses and showering her tender words of affection.

Never in her life had she felt an ounce of love. She never knew what it felt like. She had only seen theatrical depictions of the concept. Nothing she had ever seen could compare to the euphoria she felt being surrounded by her men. Her men who never let her hold a doubt in her mind about herself or their love for her. Her men who made her feel safe and invincible. Her men, whom she couldn't live without. Her men, who she would happily lay down her life for.