Bellinor shook his head with a violent smile, shifting his grip and tangling his fingers in her hair.
Rul pried her apart, slicking her ass with warm blood, the soft, triangular head of his cock prodding at her hole. She tensed instinctively, then tried to remember to breathe like he’d taught her, letting her muscles go lax as he jammed the tip inside. Fingers gripped into the flesh of her thighs, the groan emanating from his throat positively obscene.
“Fuck. She feels so fucking good. Our precious little fuckdoll.”
There was a firm thrust, and then it felt like she was stuffed full, her body screaming from the intrusion, though he just kept going. She gripped the dirt as he pushed, eyes squeezed shut.
“Such a mess, so eager to please,” Rul snarled. “Will you ever say no? I could tear you apart, and you’d thank me. You’re nothing but our beautiful plaything.”
He forced a grunt from her lungs when he bottomed out, completely buried in the tight heat of her ass. It was too much, though a moment later she felt something circling her throbbing clit, a pleasurable distraction to the overwhelming fullness.
Rul ground his hips against her as she gasped for air, heat spreading through her from the multitude of sensations.
“Look at me,” Bellinor growled, yanking her head back until she fluttered her eyes open. “Who do you belong to? Who owns that cunt, that ass? This pretty little mouth?”
He circled a hand around her neck, running his thumb along her bottom lip.
“You do,” she gritted out, eyes sparkling with tears.
That wicked smile made her heart flip, and when he brought the head of his cock to her, she opened wide.
“You pray to the moon mother with those beautiful lips, but I know exactly how you feel when you worship me with them,” he cooed, sliding into her eager mouth.
She sucked in air just in time as he cut off her breath with his cock, her throat spasming and tightening around him even with all the practice she had with Rul.
“I own your breath,” he said, holding himself steady as her lungs screamed for air.
When she started seeing stars, he finally pulled out, and she gasped.
Rul grabbed the fronts of her thighs, dragging himself out as her muscles clenched. When he slammed back in, a jolt rocketed up her spine and forced her to moan against Bellinor’s cock. He gripped her hair, moving her head up and down on him, the sensation of being helpless in their hands positively thrilling.
Her greedy cunt clenched and pulsed as Rul’s tail circled her clit, his hips rocking into her with rhythmic strokes. Drool coated her chin, her eyes glued to Bellinor as he did the same to her mouth, sliding in and out until she was groaning around it.
Everything seemed to slow, nothing mattering beyond her and the demons using her. Time stood still and she was drifting along, consumed with pleasure, focused only on her body as it ramped up toward an explosive release.
“What are you?” Rul growled, gripping a handful of her hair and jerking her off Bellinor’s cock.
“I’m a good girl for my owners,” she murmured, barely able to get the words out.
“That’s right,” he said with gleeful vehemence, pushing her head back onto Bellinor’s length and holding her there. “Such an angelic face for such a filthy little whore.”
Bellinor groaned, placing his hand over Rul’s and holding her down so her nose pressed against his pelvis, tears spilling down her cheeks.
If this was the end, then she’d die in pure ecstasy, be sent to le Voile to be consumed.
When Bellinor pulled out, she gasped for air, her arms shaking as she tried to hold herself up.
“Are you going to come for us, darling?” he asked, tracing her swollen lips with his finger, and she nodded, unable to babble a response.
Rul increased the pressure of his tail, and she arched her back, rocking into him with each thrust. Bellinor just cupped her cheek, stroking his cock, slick with the spit from her throat. The way he looked at her heated her to her very core, and she stuck her tongue out for him as her legs quaked, her panting surging and her pleasure cresting.
“I’m going to come,” Rul grunted, picking up his pace as she met her peak.
All she could manage was a strangled moan, her body trembling with the power of her orgasm, her vision graying. Rul grunted as he filled her ass, rocking his hips into her until he’d milked himself of everything. Bellinor met the same end, moaning as thick stripes of seed spurted from him, painting her face and tongue with spicy sweetness.
When Rul pulled out, she felt liquid heat dripping from her, and she collapsed onto the moss in a heap. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, smothered by silk like a snuffed-out candle. She closed her eyes, ready to let le Voile take her, ready to be absorbed into the moss and never see another soul again.
“No! You’re not leaving her.”
