Oses lifted my leg so my buttock cleared the ground. He delivered a sharp slap to it.
I yelped. “Hey! What was that for?”
“Because I felt like it.”
That Oses could do such a thing brought me to acute awareness of my vulnerability to him and Betra. My insides quaked. With Betra holding me down, the Nobek could do any damned thing he wished with me.
He took my bra off. My nipples tightened to feel the warm sun pouring on them. It was odd to have my dress bunched at my throat and my underclothes missing. I felt ravished.
I felt more so when Oses placed a warm palm on my breast and another on my pussy. It was such a simple gesture, yet it was somehow profound. His hands were on me, as if claiming. Well, he had every right to do so. I’d given him that privilege more times than I could count.
“Spread your legs farther apart.” He gazed down at me with calmness. If it wasn’t for that obvious spicy scent of arousal, he might have been discussing the weather.
My legs crept a little more apart. I was aware of how exposed I was out there in that field. Anyone could come by. What had I been thinking?
Oses released my mound and licked off the wetness. Then he smacked my thigh. I yelped at the sharp pain, then moaned as the heat of the strike went straight to my sex.
“Don’t make me tell you to spread your legs again,” Oses said, brow lifting.
“Sorry, Master,” I whimpered. I spread wide for him.
His hand returned to my pussy. He rubbed up and down my folds, his expression almost absentminded. The thumb of his other hand stroked over my nipple, perking it up to a point. I breathed faster.
Discerning my growing excitement, Oses plucked the nipple lightly, sending thrills of brightness through me. He did it again and then repeated the action with its twin. Meanwhile he continued to trace a slick path up and down my female slit.
He looked up at the sky and then at Betra. “It’s nice here. A lot of wide, empty places.”
Betra nodded. “I am enjoying it. I can’t imagine either of us settling down as farmers though.”
Oses laughed. “No, planting fields is certainly not an interest of mine.”
I wasn’t sure what to think. Here I was, mostly naked, one man holding me down and the other teasing all my girly parts ... and they were having a conversation about farming, of all things.
However, Oses was still giving me attention. His next pinch wasn’t as gentle as those that came before. He trapped my nipple in a firm grip and tightened until I moaned and writhed. The stab of hurt brought that strange sense of pleasure I always experienced when he was controlling. I arched, my body begging for more.
He released it instead and smiled down at the swollen bit. He stroked my folds, heightening bliss. Honey seeped from me, wetting his palm.
“She’s extremely aroused, my Imdiko. Would you care for a taste?” Oses smirked at Betra.
Irritation warred with eagerness. “From your hand, I suppose,” he said, darkening with embarrassment.
“Of course.”
Betra struggled as he always did when Oses offered something that meant a hint of intimacy and loss of control. Yet Oses’s offer tasted of humiliation too, and that was Betra’s greatest weakness.
“Fine,” he said, his head lowering as he refused to look the Nobek in the face. “I want it.”
Oses’s touch left my cunt, my juices glistening on his dark flesh. He pushed each shining finger in the Imdiko’s mouth to be sucked clean.
When he was done, Oses cupped my sex again, and began tracing once more. He played with my unpinched breast, the nipple on that side tightening. He pinched it too. He held it in his vise grip until I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against his other hand. Then he released my nipple, and I cried out to feel the blood rushing into the engorged nub.
I was so aroused that I could feel my pulse beating away in my clit. I would have given anything for Oses to touch me there.
The Nobek watched me with heavy-lidded eyes. His strokes were languorous, as if he had all day to torment me. He was nowhere near my clit, where I wanted him most of all. My hips bucked helplessly, trying to find contact and failing.
Oses suddenly shoved a finger inside me. I gasped to be entered in such an abrupt way. My channel greedily closed over the digit. He worked it in and out, watching me take him with lazy interest.
A second finger invaded. For an instant a rush of desire drew my thighs closed. I got a warning look, Oses’s brows descending low. Frightened by the stern expression, I spread wide again. I needed him to not stop, not when that sweet fluttering had begun in earnest in my gut.
Oses pressed against my sheath, searching. I galvanized as he found the good place, the part that curled my toes. My heels drummed against the ground. A grin twisted up one side of Oses’s lips.
“There it is. My pet’s favorite place to be stroked.”
He drummed in and out of me, rubbing against that hot, eager place. Molten energy poured from his touch into my core, sparking higher with each thrust. My insides twisted and churned. I broke out in a sweat as I strained toward fulfillment.
Then Oses pulled free, smiling as I wailed in bereavement. But not surprise. I’d expected him to push me as he always does.
This time, Betra didn’t hesitate to lick me from the Nobek’s fingers. If he’d been a puppy, I think his tail would have wagged.
Oses returned to that wonderful-awful stroke he’d used before fingerfucking me to near climax. He lay next to me so that he could kiss my breasts, his mouth hot and open. Between kisses he rumbled, “I enjoy you this way, pet. Trembling. Gasping. Your pussy wet and clenching, hoping I’ll shove my cock into it.”
I panted. My vision was blurred, most of my concentration on him pleasuring my tits and playing over my folds. Oses was getting me to where I couldn’t think past the sensations. The calloused pad of his thumb came in occasional contact with my clit, setting off shivery jolts that raced up my spine and into my skull. He nipped the swollen tips of my breasts, adding to the bursts of sensation. I shuddered under the delicious assault.
I was dimly aware of puffs of breeze cooling my sweating skin, of sending tendrils of my hair to dance and sway. I knew Betra held me securely, keeping me pinned helpless to the ground. I heard the chirp of birds as they called to each other.
Those things entered my consciousness only a little. Most of me was concerned with Oses’s hands and mouth as he used them expertly on me.
Then his lips were gone, his intense gaze resting on my face. My sight filled with those purple eyes with their cat-slitted pupils. He watched me as two fingers again entered my sex, the tips rubbing against the point of explosive pleasure as he drew circles around my clit.
A blast of breath escaped me in a rush as my cunt clutched his driving fingers. I jerked on the ground, unable to keep from moving. I swear I could feel my clit swelling like a balloon in response to Oses’s fondling. A high-pitched whistling sound emitted from my throat.
“That’s it. Losing all thought now. All conscious control except to obey what I want of you.” Oses’s voice sounded distant but still powerful. His will was mine, and I had no choice but to bow to it.
Exquisite rapture built in my belly, driving me inch by inch into inevitable orgasm. I was trapped between wanting that beautiful cataclysm and needing to wait for my master’s permission. I swung from one extreme to the next, a pendulum that couldn’t halt.
“Sweet little pet,” Oses purred, holding me with that penetrating stare. “Lying here under my power, unable to deny me the delight of doing as I wish with you.”
I moaned, a plaintive, pleading note. The Nobek’s answer was to shove a third finger inside me and thrust faster than ever. His thumb rubbed right over my clit, drawing my whole body tight.
“You may come for me,” Oses whispered.
Climax gathered me into its tight grip, coalescing all the brilliant points in a single, blinding spot. I went stiff all over as sweeping sen
sation fused for a brief moment. Then it flung wide, engulfing every nerve, every cell, every mote of my being with a brutal rush of feeling. I blew apart in an ecstatic explosion.
It wasn’t over with that sweet detonation, however. Oses continued to drum into me, unmerciful as he swirled over my clit. I went off again, then a third time until I could no longer draw breath.
Oses licked his own fingers clean. “Delicious,” he told me. “Let me know when you’re ready for more.”
Was he kidding? I was only now finding the ability to think again, to find myself on Haven. Tiny post-orgasm surges trembled the walls of my pussy.
Maybe my disbelief showed, because Oses chuckled. His thumb swept over my clit, sending fresh tremors of bliss into my stomach.
“Oh please,” I moaned, not sure if I asked for more or for him to stop. I was as weak as a kitten after that last triple-decker.
The Nobek chuckled again. He plunged two fingers inside me. The flush of arousal crept over me yet again. However, he only stayed long enough to get the digits good and wet, making them slick so he could tease my tighter entrance open.
I relaxed, letting him stretch me without complaint. I was his and Betra’s, should Oses allow our Imdiko third to join in on the fun. He might not. With Oses, we never could tell what would happen.
As if sensing my thoughts, the Nobek’s gaze flicked up to take in Betra. “So patient, my Imdiko,” he said in an approving tone.
“It was thrilling to watch.” Betra’s voice sounded thick. His gaze burned purple fire as he looked at my prone, sweat-sheened body laid out like a sacrifice.
“Is watching enough of a reward? Or would you prefer her face in your lap, those pretty lips wrapped around your cocks until you spill down her throat?”
Betra gasped. “Please, my Nobek.”
“Very well.” Oses withdrew from my tingling backside and gave my ass an authoritative slap. “Turn over and suck him, pet.”
I would have sworn seconds ago that I had no strength to move. I was loose-limbed and slack, my arms and legs flopping sloppily as Betra released me and I rolled over onto my belly. The fragrant grass and flowers were soft beneath my bare skin. It took some effort but not too much to creep up between Betra’s legs towards the massive bulge in his trousers.
As I neared the promised land, the scent of the Imdiko’s arousal filled my nostrils. The man smelled luscious, that sweetish-cinnamon scent that mixed so nicely with the deeper aroma of male. My mouth watered in anticipation of tasting him.
His gaze had gone dark with desire. Whether from watching Oses make me come or the eager way I stalked his sexes, I didn’t know. Didn’t care. I zeroed in on him, my pace hurrying as he pulled the crotch seam of his trousers.
His shafts lifted into view, hard and slick, the veins on the undersides thrumming. I fell on him, ready to devour like a starved wolverine.
His flavor was an explosion against my tongue. I took the long, hot length of his secondary in, feeling his frantic pulse as he slid in. I swallowed all I could.
Betra’s warm grip reached beneath me, grabbing at my breasts as I moved up and down over him. He groaned in appreciation as those big paws cupped my tits. I wasn’t sure if it was for my mouth or boobs. Either way, my ego was satisfied.
As I sucked hungrily on one cock and then the next, my hands working whichever my mouth wasn’t pleasuring, Betra squeezed my breasts and toyed with my nipples. They swelled tight under his control, sending sparkling tingles straight down to my clit. He gave them pinches and tugs that added darts of exquisite pain to the growing excitement. Then he rolled them between fingers and thumbs, burning them with friction.
All the while, I delighted in the smooth, supple skin that covered the iron of erect flesh. He tasted every bit as good as he smelled, better when a few drops of sweetish-salty-spicy pre-cum rewarded my efforts.
He patted my breasts with light slaps, the stings an exciting accompaniment to all the rest. I was so lost in the pleasure he offered and the pleasure I wanted to give that I completely forgot about Oses until I felt his touch on my thigh.
He gave me a hot kiss, as he might have given my mouth ... or the eager womanhood only inches away. Then another on the opposite thigh. He returned to the first, and I felt the scrape of his teeth as he sucked gently. Then to the other thigh to deliver the same treatment.
Oses alternated back and forth, his attentions growing in intensity with each round. I received tiny nips up to where my legs creased at the edge of my sex. The little bits of pain accentuated my pussy’s growing ache of desire. I whimpered my distressed delight around Betra’s cocks.
There was a stronger bite, which really hurt. I wailed against Betra’s shaft as rapture blasted through my core. Then it was gone, leaving a throbbing close to where I wanted that man on me.
I tensed, waiting for him to do it again to my other thigh. I felt the heat of his breath as he approached, getting nearer. His lips closed. Then came the blunt strength of his teeth, closing over me, tightening slowly, pinching like a clothespin. Pain blossomed and grew, but the heavy bliss weighting my cunt expanded as well. A harder bite, making elation soar. My mouth came off Betra as I arched and wailed.
Oses kept the pressure for a moment more, showing his command over me, how he would yield only when he was ready to do so. Then he released the bite. His scratchy tongue ran over the pulsing flesh, each flick winding inward to come near my aching cunt. My sex quivered, begging him to touch it.
He did, but not with his tongue. Instead his hand cupped me, pressing against everything ... including my swollen clit. I moaned as desire clutched greedily at me.
Oses’s voice sounded with a note of reproof. “Did anyone tell you to quit sucking Betra?”
“I’m sorry, Masters,” I gasped and filled my mouth with delicious Imdiko. He sighed in response, cupping the back of my head and pushing me down on himself.
After giving me a couple of seconds to re-establish a pleasing rhythm on our lover, Oses resumed tormenting me. His rough fingertip tapped my clit, sending quakes through me. “Your mouth is mind to command, so you will continue to use it on Betra. This pussy is mine to command. Your ass is mine to fuck.”
His tone was stern, with no hint of compromise. I belonged to him. I had no claim on myself. I didn’t want it anyway. Why would I when he chose that moment to deliver a long, slow lick over my slit?
Fireworks sizzled through me. I’d have lost my pace if Betra hadn’t directed it with a fistful of my hair. Oh sweet prophets, I was under the control of both men. The thought, as much as Oses laving me, made pleasure surge in a tidal wave.
I shuddered as that wicked flesh flicked over my clit. And again. Merciful heavens. He kept delivering attention to the engorged nub, sometimes quick, sometimes lingering. My ass lifted in the air, entreating Oses for more.
He nipped the outer lip of my sex. The surprise jolt of pain took my breath away. Then another sweet, slow licking, curling all around my clit. My eyes rolled in ecstasy. Another nip drew a squeal, but it increased the heat in my belly. He was driving me insane.
He shoved deep inside. My feet drummed against the ground to feel him there. He withdrew. Nipped. Gave my clit a couple of quick flicks with the tip of his tongue.
I was vaguely aware that Betra was moving, getting to his knees so that he knelt rather than sat in front of me. He grasped the sides of my head, bringing it up so I remained level with his groin. He held me, pushing his primary past my lips. His hips swung slowly back and forth, fucking me.
Oses forged a slow path from my clit up my slit. Then he was gone, leaving me shaking. My hips thrust, begging for more attention. Begging him to let me come.
When the Nobek returned, it was with a vengeance. I had just half a second to register slight pressure against my ass. He pressed in, shoving his primary in the tighter passage. As his bullet-shaped shaft widened, spreading me, the secondary entered my pussy.
My senses clamored as he pushed in, taking me whi
le Betra had my mouth. Every inch of me throbbed, my whole body burning as the men had me. They were exactly where I needed them, making me a part of them, letting me link them.
I was swamped by it all. It was so intense I could hardly stand it. My insides pulsed and stormed and raged as my lovers held me between themselves, their hips pumping as they enjoyed me. Possessed me. My consciousness swirled higher and higher, dizzying and euphoric all at once. They thrust with demand, the pleasure they gave exalting and tormenting. I tensed as my insides wound up tight, making it difficult to breathe. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stop it.
Rough hands reached beneath me, the calloused fingers searching between my legs. Oh no. He would kill me. As taut as I was, climax would blast me to pieces. I gurgled a plea around the cock driving in my mouth.
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