Her legs trembled as she felt a tug, Rul attaching something to the hook right above her neck. She tested her range of motion, realizing that whatever was inside her was attached to the frame near herhead. She was as helpless as a little mouse, the idea making her mind swim with lust.
“Such a beautiful angel, sent to le Voile for us to play with,” Rul groaned, gripping her bottom with both hands and massaging roughly. “I can’t wait to fuck you up the ass.”
Isabelle whimpered, her body straining with need at the thought of his large, glowing cock filling her in that way, which made him chuckle.
“You’re so willing to give in every way, aren’t you? A pure soul, ready for us to ruin. Do you like the way I prepare you for us? I don’t want to break my sweet plaything on the first try.”
She was detached from the reality of her situation, pleased by the tender way he cared for her even when an unspoken threat lingered in the air. Broken. She was already broken, so how much more damage could they possibly do? She was ruined in the eyes of the Goddess, a wretch undeserving of the moon mother’s love. And if she didn’t have the moon mother, she had no one, a thought that filled her with simultaneous devastation and relief.
The bed shifted as Rul got off, stepping up to the footboard so she could see him once again. He removed his shirt, giving her a broad smile, then did the same with his pants, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock.
“So obedient,” he murmured, caressing her cheek. “Do you remember your lesson from yesterday?”
“Yes,” she said, knowing he expected a verbal answer, and he smiled, giving her face a pat.
“Good. Now open up, sweetheart. We need to get you ready for Bellinor. He’s not quite as gentle as me.”
She would hardly call him gentle, not when he fisted a knot of her hair and gripped her chin, giving her no time to prepare herself as he slid his cock over her extended tongue. Ridges of glowing light rubbed over her lips, and she tried to breathe through her nose, her eyes focused solely on him.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he said, punctuating each word with a shallow thrust that made her head spin.
She relaxed her throat as best as she could, spit dripping down her chin as the force of his cock driving into her mouth filled the room with obscene squelching. The numbness was setting in, and she swirled her tongue with each thrust, enjoying the tingling sensation of him sliding down her throat.
“Just a bit more,” he gritted, and she took a deep breath of air through her nose before it was cut off by his cock.
Her eyes watered as he held her face to his pelvis, sliding a hand under her neck and pressing on the protrusion in her throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, cupping his hand and sliding it across her neck, squeezing his own cock through her delicate skin. “I can feel myself in there, bulging that pretty throat.”
Isabelle waved her hands, trying to tap his leg, but couldn’t reach him while in the restraints. She tried to suck in a breath, but no air entered her lungs, her eyes widening as he continued to stroke himself through her throat.
“I could come like this,” he groaned, bucking his hips slightly, though not giving her enough space for air.
Bile bubbled in her stomach, burning her throat as it came up, the gagging becoming unbearable. Stars dotted her vision, her silent pleas going unnoticed as Rul grunted.
When her eyesight started graying, he finally pulled out, dragging the slime from her throat with it. She coughed hard, trying to suppress her gag reflex as drool dripped from her used mouth.
Rul was fisting his cock, his eyes half-lidded as he stared down at her with a sneaky grin.
“Too much?”
“No,” she said, still gasping for air, though it very much had been.
Her brain was in a fog, completely focused on what he wanted without regard to her own ruin.
“Such a sweet thing,” he said, cupping her cheek.
The sound of the door opening shocked her back to the room, and her heart raced, already knowing who it was.
Could he somehow sense when she was most vulnerable?
“I thought I’d check and see if the painting supplies were adequate, but I see you’re a bit preoccupied,” Bellinor said with a hint of humor, coming into view with his arms crossed over his chest.
He was in his human form, dressed simply in an elegant white shirt and dark pants.
“Do you want to try her out? She’s got a tight little throat that’s just begging to be fucked by you. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Rul asked, slapping her cheek playfully.
“Yes,” she said, opening her mouth in offering.
