Maari complied, her pulse racing as she folded herself in half, her chest pressed to Malac’s while she straddled him, still impaled on his cock.
“It’s going to be fine,” he said as he hooked his hands behind her knees, pulling them forward. Leaving her ass exposed as Jude stepped up behind her.
She heard the familiar click of a bottle being opened, and something cold touched her anus. Maari flinched forward, and Malac grabbed her hips, holding her in place as Jude smeared the cold, slick fluid over her tight ring of muscle and slowly began to work it inside with one finger.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asked, her right cheek pressed against Malac’s shoulder. Her entire body tense.
“Not like it would if Orlann hadn’t been preparing you,” Jude told her. “But there will likely be some discomfort, at least at first.” Jude offered no apology for that. No assurance that he would be gentle or go slowly.
“Are you ready?” Malac asked, his chest rumbling beneath her breasts with the words.
“No.” Maari pushed herself up, still straddling Malac’s rock-hard cock, and looked over her shoulder at Jude. “I’m sorry I ran. I’m sorry I—” But she bit the lie off before it could come out. Even now, even desperate to stop what was about to happen, Maari couldn’t bring herself to apologize for refusing to get pregnant. She wasn’t sorry for that at all. Not any aspect of it. “Please, Jude—”
“Maari,” Orlann snapped at her from the side of the bed, where he was slowly stroking his own erection. “You know the rules.” His gaze captured hers, and the familiar cadence of his speech, along with words she knew by heart, helped her seize control of her panic. Averting it. “You may whine when you’re in pain and groan when something feels good. When you’re not sure how you feel, or if something both hurts and feels good, you may moan. But no more talking.”
She nodded frantically, desperate to please him, because her body knew, even better than her heart and her mind, that the pain would not end until Orlann was satisfied. Or, in this case, until Jude was done with her.
Jude pressed firmly on her back, gently forcing her down again, until she lay against Malac’s chest. She tried to relax into him. To listen to his heartbeat, as his cock throbbed in time with it, deep inside her.
“You can do this,” Malac whispered. “You can take all three of us. Deep breath, now. But don’t hold it.”
Maari inhaled as deeply as she could, and when she slowly began to exhale, she felt the tip of Jude’s cock prodding at her tight, lubricated ass. And she immediately tensed up.
Malac groaned as her passage tightened around him, but Jude seemed less pleased. “If you don’t relax, this is going to hurt worse than it needs to,” he warned her.
“Relax and let him in, princess,” Malac whispered, stroking one hand gently up and down her back. But she couldn’t figure out how to do that. There seemed to be no way to prepare to take a cock somewhere she didn’t really want one.
“Just do it,” Orlann advised. “She’ll adjust to the feeling.”
So Jude began to slowly press forward, while Maari whined and Malac stroked her back.
Her eyes squeezed shut, her hands clenching the bed clothes on either side of Malac as Jude slowly breached her tight hole. She gasped as he broke through, stretching her wider than any of Orlann’s toys ever had. And unlike the toys, Maari knew, there would be no relief of the plug finally slipping home, when the widest part made it past the tight ring of muscle. Because there was no narrow part of Jude’s cock. And he wasn’t just going to nestle himself back there and hold still. She wasn’t going to grow used to the sensation and forget he was there.
He was going to fuck her. Hard. And based on the burning pressure of this first part, as he held himself just inside her, there was no way for this to feel good.
“You’re doing great,” Malac whispered, arcing up into her as he stroked her spine, and his gentle thrust made her gasp again, from the odd sensation—and the brutal pressure—of him moving against Jude’s intrusion into her ass.
Slowly, Jude began to pull back just a little, and a fresh squirt of cold lubricant landed on the place where his flesh impaled her. He spread the slippery fluid with his fingers, prodding at the place where her ass clutched at him, then he slowly began to press forward again.
Maari whined as the burning stretch intensified, compounded now with the deeper feeling of penetration. Of a foreign fullness.
“Shhh…” Malac stroked hair down her back. “Relax and try to enjoy it. You’re doing a great job.”
Jude’s hands landed on both sides of her ass, gently squeezing, massaging as he parted her cheeks so he could watch himself breach her. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as he pushed in a little more, despite her steady whining. “She’s so fucking tight back here.” He pulled out a bit, then pushed in some more, his passage eased by the lubrication, but Maari felt every single centimeter of the humiliating invasion. And it felt like it would never end. Like he would never get the whole thing inside her.
“Please…” she murmured, despite being forbidden to speak, and Jude waved Orlann off before his slap could land on her ass.
“Let her talk,” Jude growled. “She’s doing just fine. Please what, Maari?”
She knew better than to ask him to stop. Jude wasn’t going to stop until he’d come deep inside her, a humiliation she wasn’t yet ready to truly contemplate. So she asked for the next best thing. “Please make it feel good. Better, at least.”
“Oh, princess, it will feel good once you’re used to it,” Malac cooed at her, still stroking her hair. “But you have to let him all the way in.”
“How—” Maari swallowed, desperately trying not to tense up. “How much more is there?”
“Just a little more,” Jude said. But Maari wasn’t sure she could believe that. He began pressing forward again, and she whined as the burning intensified. She could feel her stretched flesh throbbing in time with her rapid heartbeat. She felt like she was being split in two.
“Please,” she moaned, clutching at Malac’s arms. “Please make it feel good.” Suddenly she longed for the oblivion—the mindless pleasure—that accompanied the Camden bite. So she wouldn’t have to think about what was happening. About the shame. So she could just give in to the pleasure, knowing she had no other choice. That it was all out of her hands.
“I’ll do what I can. But this might hurt at first too.” Malac began to thrust gently, obviously trying to stimulate that sensitive place inside her, but every movement he made tugged the tender barrier of flesh between his cock and Jude’s, exacerbating the burn and pressure.
She whimpered sharply, and he went still.
“Just a little more,” Jude said, pressing forward again. “You’ve almost taken the whole thing, and it feels amazing, Maari.”
So she laid her cheek against Malac’s shoulder again and clenched her jaw as Jude continued his slow, burning penetration of her tightest orifice.
“Almost there,” Jude murmured, squeezing her ass gently again. Then he gave one final, short push, and Maari cried out as he groaned. As she felt his hips press flush against her ass. “Oh, my god, that’s amazing. You did it. Your tight little ass has swallowed me whole.”
And for one fleeting second, despite the discomfort, she felt relieved.
Malac reached for her chin, and Maari flinched as she lifted herself just enough to look down into his eyes. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She started to shake her head. Then Jude began to move. He pulled almost all the way out, then pressed in again, moving in smooth, slow strokes that emptied and filled her over and over, stretching her with each motion. She lay as still as she could, breathing slowly, trying to adjust to the new sensation. To the strange new pressure.
“Can I move, princess?” Malac asked, despite the tears standing in her eyes. “I really need to fuck you now.”
Alarm fired through her, and she shook her head. “I don’t think I can—”
“You
can.” He began to pull out of her, and Maari flinched.
Her tears fell. “Please. It’s too much.”
“You’re doing a great job. It’s just that the bites are wearing off, and—”
“Then fucking bite me!” Despite her shame at asking for it—at her sudden willingness to relinquish control of her body, in exchange for easy pleasure—she grasped eagerly at the lifeline he seemed to be dangling in front of her. “Please make it feel good.”
Malac looked at Jude over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised in silent question.
“Did our bites have anything to do with your ability to avoid conception?” Jude asked, going still with his thick cock so deep inside her that his hips were pressed against her ass again.
“No. I swear,” she cried. “Please…”
“Do it,” Jude said, running his hands gently down her back and over her hips.
Malac tugged her down, as he propped himself up on one elbow, driving her body even further down Jude’s cock for one blistering second. “I don’t know how quickly it’ll kick in,” he warned her.
“I don’t care,” she swore. “I hope I pass out again.”
“That’s not what we want, princess,” he assured her as he brushed hair over her left shoulder, baring the healed marks from his first bite. “We want you to enjoy this. To love being filled by us, however we want to take you.”
“Then fucking bite me,” she growled softly. “Make me like it.”
Malac’s green eyes flashed. Then his head darted forward and his teeth sank into her.
She screamed as he pierced her neck, in the exact place he’d bitten her before. And for several agonizing moments, she hung there, trapped and impaled, skin torn and bleeding around Malac’s teeth and stretched tight around two different cocks. In those moments, her world was an agony Orlann seemed content to sit back and consume vicariously, his cock growing thicker and longer with every pained grunt and gasp she uttered.
Then a blissful warmth spread from the point—the points—of pain where Malac had ruptured her skin, slithering deep into her like snakes squirming across her nerve endings. Sliding through her veins. Instead of letting her go, he held her there, trapped and helpless in the grip of his sharp teeth while he began to plunge in and out of her cunt.
Maari’s scream melted into a guttural, ravenous groan. A cry—a demand—to sate the dark appetite unfurling from deep within her. To feed the beast suddenly snarling inside her soul.
“Oh, god,” Jude cried, then he began to move too, timing his motions to Malac’s, so that one of them emptied her as the other filled her.
Suddenly, to her relief, the burning stretch in her ass—the deep pressure with each of Jude’s thrusts—began to complement that intimate friction against her clit. To compound it. To feed the need growing rapidly inside her.
Maari groaned as she rode out the sensations, letting Malac guide her movements with both hands on her hips, so that his cock made long, thorough strokes against that sensitive place inside her. Grinding her clit against his pelvis even as he held her steady for Jude.
Finally, Malac released her shoulder, and blood dripped onto his chest as he lowered himself onto the mattress again. “Better?” he asked, still thrusting into her.
“Oh my gods,” she moaned.
“Orlann,” Jude growled, even as his cock seemed to swell inside her, drawing another filthy moan from Maari. “If you want in on this, do it now.”
“I need—” Maari began, but before she could finish begging for release, Orlann crawled across the mattress and slid his cock into her mouth, guiding her with a firm grip on both sides of her face. She closed her lips around him, and he slid in and out of her mouth in several shallow strokes, giving her a chance to get used to his size.
“Oh, fuck,” Jude groaned, slamming into her hard enough to stretch her, and she moaned around Orlann’s cock, oddly…satisfied with the sensation. With how full she felt.
“Princess, it’s time for you to come for us,” Malac said, stroking her hair down her back, and his demand sent her arousal soaring toward an excruciating peak.
“Don’t rush her,” Orlann snapped as he began to thrust toward her throat. “I’m still playing catch up.”
“Catch up,” Jude ordered, straining to hold back his release.
“Princess, I can feel that you’re close.” Malac slid deep inside her again, syncing his strokes with Jude’s so that they were both fully seated inside her at the same time. She moaned again, shocked by the stretch. By the deep fullness.
Then Orlann pushed his way into her throat, and her moan ended as she swallowed him. “Holy fuck,” he swore, sliding in and out of her throat with rough abandon.
She whined, her lungs burning, and he pulled back to let her breathe, just as Jude grabbed her hips with both hands. “Maari, you will come for me. I need to feel your ass clench around my cock right…now!” He slammed into her again, as Malac arced up, his pelvis scraping against her clit, and Maari groaned around Orlann’s cock as she fell over the edge into oblivion.
“Fuuuck,” Jude moaned as he shot his release into her, his hands bruising her hips, his cock stretching her ass wide.
Malac grunted obscene praise into her ear as he came, his fist clenched in her hair, pulling her head back so Orlann could fit more of his length into her throat.
Orlann roared his release as her lips finally closed over the base of his cock. He shot so far down her throat that she hardly caught a taste of him, as she rode out her spasming crest on the cocks spearing her sex and her ass. As waves of pleasure left her thoughts unfocused, rendering her mind numb, while her body sang
Though he was the last to come, Orlann was the first to withdraw so that she could catch her breath. “Good girl…” he murmured, stroking hair back from her face. And to her surprise, before he crawled off the bed, he bent to press a kiss against her wet lips—the first he’d ever given her. “You were a very good girl tonight.”
Unbridled pride washed over her at his praise, followed immediately by a pang of guilt. She didn’t want to care what they thought of her.
When Orlann released her, Malac slid one hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down so he could lick the fresh bite mark at the base of her throat. He slid his tongue over her skin with a possessive growl, and the sound made her lower parts clench painfully against Jude’s lingering intrusion.
She gasped, pulling away from Malac. “It burns,” she whined. Now that her orgasm had ebbed, that was truer than ever.
“I know, princess. But you did a great job,” he whispered, his hands running slowly up and down her sides. Sliding soothingly over her hips. “Now I need you to move your knees up next to my hips and lift yourself off of me.” She started to obey, then froze as the movement speared Jude’s still-hard cock farther into her, deepening the sting of stretched flesh.
“I can’t. It hurts.” Why wouldn’t Jude pull out? Show her some mercy?
“You can.” Malac hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled them forward, forcing her hips up and pulling her off his cock.
Maari gasped from the fresh stretch in her backside, and before she could get used to that, Jude slid one arm around her ribcage and pulled her up until her back was flush against his chest, driving himself deeper inside her. Why was he still hard?
Malac sat up, pulling his legs from between hers, then he climbed off the bed. “I did what I could, princess,” he whispered drawing his hand down the side of her jaw. “You’re on your own for this part.”
“What?” Panicked, she reached for him as he stepped away to grab his clothing, but Jude pulled her back, keeping her trapped against him, where he could surely feel the rapid pace of her heartbeat. “What’s happening?”
“I’m not done with you yet,” Jude growled into her ear, and she could only watch with dismay as his brothers pulled on their clothes. Then they both stepped out of sight, and she heard her bedroom door open and close.
She was alone with
Jude. And he was not happy.
“Please,” she whispered as his free hand wandered up from her stomach to caress her left breast. But she had no idea what she was begging for. “You got what you wanted. Let me go.”
“No.” Jude folded her over the edge of the bed with one hand in the center of her back to hold her in place, the side of her face pressed into the mattress. The bed was so high that her toes hardly brushed the stone floor, but she gave up trying to push herself back, to gain some purchase against the floor, because every move she made drove Jude deeper into her ass.
“Please,” she begged again, hoarse from Orlann’s intrusion into her throat. “I did what you wanted.”
Slowly, Jude began to pull out, keeping her pinned to the mattress, making her feel every individual centimeter of his withdrawal. The motion stung, but she bit her lip, afraid that if she complained, he would change his mind. He was still hard enough to—
Jude stopped just shy of a full withdrawal, and she hissed when the tip of his cock twitched inside her, setting off a fresh burn.
“What are you—?” She bit the question off as she heard a familiar click. Then a cold liquid hit her exposed asshole, and she groaned as understanding crashed over her. “Jude, please. I’m really sore.”
“I know, princess.” His voice was almost soothing as he spread the moisture around his cock, pressing against her tortured hole to lubricate it, then he began to work himself slowly in and out of her to spread the lubrication. “But remember what we talked about earlier? About why you’re here?”
Maari whimpered, defeated. “To give you whatever you want.”
“And what do you think I want from you?”
“This?” she guessed, groaning again as he slid slowly inside her.
“Everything,” he leaned forward to growl into her ear. “I want every part of you. Inside and out. Heart and soul. I want your thoughts and your dreams. Your pain, and your pleasure, and your lust. I want your children, Maari. And if you’re not going to make use of my seed, there’s no real reason for me to spill it in your cunt, is there?”
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