by Jenny Penn
Gasping for breath, Kristen struggled to breathe around the gag even as Kort stole her breath again. The strong thighs trapped between hers started to separate, forcing hers wider and wider. Each inch sank her ass lower and lower until she could feel the soft sacks of Kort’s balls brushing against the insides of her spread ass cheeks.
She’d taken every bit of thickness as deep as she could, awakening nerves that had never tingled so badly. With her ass aflame, impaled on Kort’s thick dick, Kristen’s pussy shivered at the cool air caressing every exposed inch of her intimate flesh. Spread out on the edge of the bed, caged against Kort’s chest, her cunt lay open and completely exposed and totally vulnerable to whatever Jakob planned to do to her pussy.
Panting in anticipation, her cunt spasmed and wept with the ache of waiting. She wanted to be touched, licked, fucked, filled with a hard cock that made her pussy burn with the same delight her ass did. Then they’d finally move and give her what she’d been missing for the past two weeks, true completion.
Kristen moaned, her own thoughts making her body clench in violent demand for that precious release. Lost in a tide of erotic musings, she arched blindly into the warm, strong hands that came to cup and massage the aching globes of her breasts. Every little caress of those calluses, every teasing swipe across her nipples, sent a swell of pleasure rolling through her that had Kristen twisting, lifting herself in a silent offering for more.
Kort’s rough grip excited her, adding sparkling showers to the whirl of sensations keeping her on the edge, but even the crisp shots of pleasure that bolted from her tits couldn’t smother the drumbeat of need pulsing out of her pussy. It still waited, still wanted so badly that she ached.
Lost in the lusty need spasming through her cunt, Kristen was caught completely off guard by the sudden, striking pain that lanced through her. Nearly jerking completely free of Kort’s hold, Kristen bucked and screamed into the gag as the tight pinch of the clamp over her nipple continued to shoot vibrant shards of painful pleasure right down her spine.
Clenching under the impact, Kristen’s neck lost its stiffness as the sensation rolled though her ass. The steely length of Kort’s cock made the spasms blossom into the most exquisite pleasure as her muscles pulsed in wanton greed for more. That pleasure hadn’t even begun to subside when a second bolt of pure ecstasy lashed over her.
Even knowing she should have expected it, Kristen got washed under the beautiful tide of pained pleasure streaking out from under the clamp pinching her second nipple. She’d forgotten or repressed the memories of what had happened in the bathroom that first night, leaving her unprepared for Jakob’s deliciously wicked intentions.
Now, with her chest burning, it reminded her of the dark decadence he’d forced her to endure. He’d stolen her will that night, driving her so wild with need and pleasure she’d given over to even his most depraved wishes. Kristen feared that would pale in comparison to what Jakob intended tonight.
That first night Jakob hadn’t had Kort helping, and Kristen knew that thick cock stretching her ass to the point of pain was only about to turn the most extreme pleasures into total, gluttonous rapture. Kristen couldn’t let that happen. Once done, they would own her.
But there was nothing she could do to stop them. Even as her head started to roll in denial, her pussy swelled and flooded with a fresh wave of heated desire, desperate for what it knew came next. Jakob’s rough touch didn’t disappoint as two blunt fingers worked something soft and ticklish over her clit.
There would be no resistance now. Her traitorous body wouldn’t allow it, not when Kristen knew the tantalizing tugs on her sensitive bud would soon be followed by a soul-consuming climax. All Kristen had to do was be still and enjoy her punishment.
Tense and primed, she waited for Jakob to set her world ablaze. With a distant click, her pussy whipped into a frenzy of spasm, driven by the relentless vibrations humming through her clit. Each miniature throb echoed out of her swollen bud, becoming magnified as they rolled through her pulsing cunt.
Writhing with the ecstasy starting to boil in her blood, Kristen’s ass clenched tight, the muscled walls rippling down Kort’s cock in a desperate attempt to milk his hard length. He grunted, a moist blast of air that seared her neck as his hands dropped to her hips and held her still, denying her the pleasure of grinding herself against his thick dick.
But he couldn’t deny her the joy of twisting in his grasp. Every movement she made, every merciless caress of the butterfly, tugged and pulled on the chains linking her tits to her clit. The building pressure in her breasts expanded, colliding with the rapture rolling out of her pelvis. Mushrooming together, the billowing waves of ecstasy started to race Kristen toward a release that was guaranteed to keep her satisfied for years to come.
Kristen screamed and bucked, throwing herself headfirst into the rising storm only to crash down hard when the vibrations keeping her clit dancing came to a sudden, abrupt halt. Instead of going crazy with the pleasure, she went wild with rage, screaming into the gag as she tried to claw her way free of Kort’s hold.
Left on the edge of experiencing something too beautiful, her wolf joined the rebellion, lending its strength to her outrage. Enough that Kristen almost broke free, but even as her hand reached for the gag, she almost ended up swallowing the thing as her pussy lit up with a sharp lance of heated pain.
Flames of pure, molten rapture raced over her pussy as another lash danced over her sensitive folds. In the dim recesses of her mind, Kristen registered that Jakob had whipped her with something both soft and stiff. Not that it mattered. All she cared about was the pleasure ballooning out of her pussy as he danced the crisp end of his new toy right over her clit.
The poor bud throbbed, sending out alarm waves that had her whole body tensing, waiting, desiring for more. Always more. With each lick of the lash the lust inside her twisted, ratcheting higher and higher, but taking her even further away from the release Kristen so desperately ached for.
There was no resisting the pleasure, though. As the licks started to dance all over her body, Kristen gave herself over to the mighty rush unleashing all her inhibitions. Enflamed with desire and mindless with the need for completion, her hand reached for her pussy. Her fingers parted her slick folds even further as her hips arched, offering her cunt up for more.
The gesture elicited an instant growl from above her. The low, predatory sound sent a thrill rushing through her as she felt the air shift around her, heating and compressing until Jakob’s hard length scraped over her naked skin. He still wore his shirt, the soft fabric catching on the clamps and tugging on her throbbing nipples even as the hard wall of his chest pinned them beneath his weight.
The rough rasp of denim against her thighs told Kristen he hadn’t shed his jeans, either. She wasn’t disappointed, though, because the smooth, rounded slide of his cock head through her molten fold assured her he didn’t intend to deny her. Smiling behind her gag, Kristen arched her hips higher, dragging Kort’s cock with her as she slipped her gasping cunt hole right up to meet the blunt head of Jakob’s cock.
So much for her punishment. Kristen might not be able to resist her mates, but they couldn’t resist her, either.
Chapter 23Jakob could feel the beads of sweat gathering between his shoulder blades. They trickled down his spine, rolling over skin that coursed with tremors from the strain of holding back. For one blinding second, the beast had ripped through his control, provoked beyond reason at Kristen’s primitive offer.
With the heated cream of her arousal bathing the swollen head of his cock, Jakob battled the ferocious urge to slam himself, full tilt, into her tight cunt. The wolf howled back, demanding its mate with a ceaseless litany that pounded through Jakob’s head.
Mine. Want. Mine. It was an echo that matched his own seething desires. Weakened by the need for a release too long denied, Jakob didn’t have the will to resist Kristen’s subtle shift. As his cock slipped down her slit and caught on the sweet indenti
on of her pussy’s entrance, he had no control over his own hips as they pressed back, the sensitive head of his dick forging past the delicious squeeze of her tight entrance only to be welcomed into her molten, pulsing sheath.
The velvety walls of her pussy rippled around him, sucking him deeper and deeper into her honeyed depths. Every inch of the way he could feel Kort’s cock, hard and unforgiving, pressing back against the thin wall of her sheath. His thick presence made Kristen’s tight pussy grip Jakob’s dick all the harder.
The sensation was exquisite, drawing fissures of pure rapture from his balls as he forced her cunt to swallow every inch of him. Trapped beneath him, Kristen moaned around her gag as she tried to writhe and twist between Kort and him. Her legs curled over his, giving her enough leverage to hump her hips slightly.
The motion had her crying out, sending spasms down her cunt that had the sweat pouring out of Jakob as he fought to stay still. It was a battle he couldn’t win, not with every aching inch of his cock trapped in the delectable clench of her rippling pussy. Jakob might not have the will left to deny himself, but the same couldn’t be said of denying Kristen.
For two straight weeks she’d tormented him, letting him ride the wild rush toward ecstasy only to make him walk away hard and unfulfilled. Two weeks of pent-up frustrations boiled in his balls, assuring that the ride would be short and fast because Jakob didn’t have the stamina to take as long as Kristen would need. He certainly didn’t have the mercy left to care.
Snarling over that vow, Jakob arched his hips, pulling free of the fingers Kristen had dug into his waist and almost free of the cunt clamping down around his dick in a desperate attempt to keep him buried in her heat. Jakob didn’t intend on abandoning her pussy. He wanted to master it.
Lifting off Kristen so he could reach the clamps, Jakob snapped one free at the same second he slammed the full, hardened length of his cock deep into her pussy. Kristen screamed, going wild under the assault. Thrashing violently, she slipped up and down his length, milking his cock so hard he could feel the seed slipping from his balls.
“No!” Jakob growled but could barely manage to release the second clamp before the wolf hammered his “yes” right back into the heaven of Kristen’s pussy. There was no stopping the beast as it roared out its victory, fucking itself with ravenous delight into the heated clench of his mate’s cunt.
Kristen sobbed beneath him, her body flushed and shaking as he rode her harder and faster, driven to the furious pace by a mindless need. Still, Jakob needed to know the sounds muffled beneath the gag were ones of pleasure and not pain. In defiance of his own rules, he ripped the gag from Kristen’s mouth, setting free her incoherent gasps and groans.
The stuttered and butchered pleas falling from her lips emboldened the beast, strengthening his muscles as he fucked himself into his mate even faster. Relentlessly, he chased the ecstasy boiling in his blood. Jakob’s balls swelled painfully, preparing to unload two weeks’ worth of unexpressed seed on Kristen’s suckling cunt.
Suspended in the moment right before his world detonated, Jakob almost missed the sign he should have been waiting for. Kristen tensed, her whole body arching as her teeth sank into her lower lip. The damn woman was about to come. But not before him.
Giving himself over to the moment, Jakob shafted his cock as hard as he could, fucking himself as deep as he could into her pussy, and held still as the release washed out of his balls and flooded through his body. A near apocalyptic wave of rapture tried to crush him, but even as his muscles spasmed with uncontrollable shudders at least one part of Jakob stayed hard.
“No!” Kristen wailed, whipping her head from side to side as her hands clawed at him and her hips flexed in obvious demand. “Please don’t leave me like this.”“Why not?” Kort’s voice sounded strained. It only then dimly dawned on Jakob that his brother hadn’t joined in. “That’s what you did to us.”
“I know. I’m very sorry. I won’t do it again,” Kristen babbled with the excited desperation of a person driven too far. “Please. I need you.”
That softly whimpered plea about broke Jakob. If only she’d remember that later then he could give her all that she wanted, but he didn’t hold any hope that she would. That sober thought hardened Jakob’s resistance. They weren’t just punishing their mate, they were showing her that sex wasn’t a weapon to be used against each other. The battle for control should not stem into the bedroom.
He had to be strong. With Kristen’s tight cunt pulsing in carnal invitation around his still-hard cock, Jakob knew he had to move or accept defeat now. Taking a deep breath and tensing every muscle, Jakob threw himself back from her as fast as he could, making sure the last rippling suck of her sheath didn’t have a chance to seduce him back into her heat.
It was cold outside her pussy. The thick cream that had only moments ago felt like heated oil being massaged all along his length dried cool on his dick. Not that his cock withered under the chill. If anything the breeze had his member swelling in angry demand to return to the heaven of Kristen’s molten cunt.
Jakob fought that urge, stumbling back far away from temptation. Not that he could ever get that far. Jakob would have to leave the house to escape Kristen’s cries as she called out for him. Even then, he’d never be free of the glorious sight of Kristen naked, impaled on Kort’s cock, vulnerable and begging for him.
His little cupcake, all sweet and delicious. Jakob could eat her right up. The wolf inside him snarled, in full agreement with that idea. Not the least bit content with his recent release, both man and beast wanted more.
The ache was back in his balls, starting to burn just as hotly as it had moments before as Jakob watched Kort roll Kristen under him. The motion brought his brother’s feet to the floor and smothered Kristen’s shrieks into the mattress.
The high-pitched squeals quickly turned to sensuous moans as Kort unceremoniously started fucking her ass. Jakob could see every muscle in Kort’s body clench as he threw all his strength into pounding his cock hard enough to make Kristen’s ass bounce with each thrust. Their mate loved his unrestrained aggression, huskily begging for Kort to go faster as her hips flexed in constant rhythm with Kort’s.
The sight, the sound, the very scent of Kort reaming his thick dick between Kristen’s pale, lush globes made Jakob’s cock jerk hungrily. He’d take her there next and show her even less mercy. Kristen would love every moment of it, right up until he left her stranded on the peak of another climax.
Gripping his cock in his fist, Jakob watched, mesmerized, as Kort rode their mate, fantasizing about the moment when he’d finish and Jakob took his place. It wouldn’t be long in coming from the way Kort tensed. Not nearly long enough for Kristen to bounce back from her near miss and join his brother in finding release.
With a roar, Kort pounded himself into Kristen’s delectable ass one more time before convulsing with a tidal wave of shudders. They washed away all the tension from Kort’s muscles. With a mighty sigh, his brother collapsed on top of their mate, smothering her beneath his weight.
If Kristen had wanted to cry out or fight, her resistance got smothered into the bedding. All that came through were soft whimpers along with the occasional sniffle. Jakob waited, giving them both time to regain a little sense.
He didn’t want Kristen too close to release when he mounted her. Kort, on the other hand, looked like he needed a moment to find his strength. Jakob could sympathize with his brother’s condition, but knew where it could lead if Kort didn’t get off Kristen soon.
When one too many seconds passed and Kort didn’t rouse, he smacked him on the back of the head. “You done?”
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“Oh,” Kort groaned, obviously reluctant to move. He didn’t put any real effort into it, barely lifting his head to glare at Jakob. “Give a man a moment.”
“You had one,” Jakob shot back. “Now get off.”
“That’s what I did.” Kort snickered, shifting slowly toward his feet. “That’s wha
t I plan to be doing again.”
“Later,” Jakob corrected him. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Don’t you,” Kort nodded to the toys laid out on the desk, “wanna play?”
“Not tonight. Not anymore.” Jakob didn’t have the patience left. “Now get off.”Kristen could barely understand their words, but didn’t need to. Her worst fears had already been confirmed. They meant to deny her any release. Maybe it was what she deserved. Definitely she’d be mad at them in the morning. Right then, though, Kristen didn’t have the strength to do a damn thing.
Every muscle in her body ached from the strain of being driven toward three consecutive climaxes and being denied all three. Without getting the bone-melting satisfaction of coming, the tension in her body had turned from an exquisite pleasure to a constant, throbbing pain. The source of which echoed out of her cunt.
Uncontrollable spasms left her pussy clenching, weeping when it tightened over nothing but air. She wanted Jakob back, wanted to feel the extreme rapture of taking both her mates at once. All the climaxes she’d enjoyed these past two weeks didn’t compare to the thrill of being trapped between their two hard cocks tonight.
Kristen would have given them anything if they’d indulged her with another taste of that divine pleasure. Even knowing they wouldn’t didn’t lend Kristen the strength to do anything other than groan as Kort dragged his still-thickened dick across the sensitive walls of her ass.
Ablaze with a frenzy of tingles, her ass clenched around his dick, making his slow withdraw an exquisite torment. Clinging to him and praying Kort would resume the hard fucking that had put her in this shameful condition, Kristen whimpered when his bulbous head stretched her tender entrance wide.
Quivering over the loss of his hardness, she held herself still, wondering what came next. Jakob came next. Kristen didn’t need her eyes when the pressure against her ass repeated itself as another rounded cock popped through her tight entrance to know it was Jakob who mounted her. She could tell simply by his feel.