The commander pulled her against his chest and put one of her legs over his hip. Then his monster of a cock pushed into her swollen pussy.
His deep moan seemed to vibrate through her body. Then the lord found her ring and punctured it. She whimpered as he impaled her slowly.
She panted and pleaded with them to be gentle, trying to deny her own enjoyment. The movements started slow and measured, but it was still excruciatingly intense from the deep stretching of both her little holes. Evston cupped her breasts, squeezing slowly. Rocurt gripped a buttock, forcing her to ride his cock and opening her for Evston, who plundered her ass.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.
“Your naughty pussy disagrees. Those petals opened like a flower for me,” the commander said with deep masculine satisfaction.
She wasn’t a princess now. She was their pet to share, and they had no qualms about making her body a receptacle for their lust.
Waves of heat coursed through her, the strong bodies trapping her in a way that brought a strange satisfaction she couldn’t explain.
“Feel the way your body clenches around us? Not every pet gets instantly aroused by being made to take two masters inside her at once. You’re rare,” Evston husked. “And well suited to being fucked this way.”
Even as she flushed with embarrassment, she came in another thundering climax. Rocurt thrust deep, spilling his seed into her, making her wetter.
“Mmm. Really good,” Rocurt said, pulling out and kissing her temple. “Such a tasty little treat.”
Evston dragged her back from Rocurt’s body and then pressed her down onto her belly. One of his hands gripped her throat, the other caught her shorn hair and tugged. Then he began to slap against her desperately punished globes. The quick hard thrusts into her bottom made her cry out, but she loved the feel of him there, using her ruthlessly.
Eventually as her clit rubbed against the sheets forcing her to come again, he rode out his own pleasure in her tight little ass, spilling hot seed into her forbidden channel.
She was crying softly into a pillow by the time he pulled out. He panted, letting go of her head and neck slowly. He licked her sweat-dampened skin and whispered, “I love you, Brande. But I also own you.”
Weeping and spent, there was no way she could deny it.
* * *
In the morning, Brandesewoke in the bed in Evston’s upstairs room. He was lying near her, his hand resting over hers.
They spoke softly until the commander appeared in the doorway fully dressed.
“Ev, the king’s been trying to reach you on your com.”
Evston rose from the bed and went into the washroom. When he returned he’d smoothed his hair down with water and was dressed, though a bit informally.
“He wants you at the palace as High Counsel. And I’m going to retrieve Melsint. What do you want done with this one?”
Brandese bristled slightly. This was not play time. She could be consulted.
“I won’t be kept locked in the pet’s chamber,” she said firmly. “Not while everyone’s gone.”
“No, of course not,” Evston said. “You’ll go back to the hotel with Ducks as a companion.”
“Or she could accompany me on the errand. I’ll keep her out of sight,” Rocurt said.
Evston looked at her. “Would you prefer that, Brande?”
“Yes, I’d much rather travel than be stuck in a single room in the hotel.”
Evston nodded. “Settled. I’ll go down to speak to the king and have breakfast before I leave.”
“There’s time for you to see to her washing and dressing if you want. I can go down and let him know you’re on your way.”
Brandese cocked a brow, and Evston smiled. “She’s not a pet today, Rocurt. She can wash and dress herself.”
Rocurt shrugged and disappeared from the doorway.
