He shoved her forward, a slap echoing through the space as he spanked her ass hard, her flesh heating where he’d hit her. Bellinor grabbed her and pulled her in for a harsh kiss, his fingers tightening around her neck.
Rul clutched the base of her new tail and jerked up, hiking her hips in the air and sparing no time in thrusting into her ass. Her blood eased his way,though the scrape of his cock still stung, a luscious sensation that reminded her of who she belonged to. She hissed, the twinge of pain making her cunt throb as she ground against Bellinor’s shaft, positively dripping with arousal.
Rul continued to press in as Bellinor’s tongue slipped into her mouth, her body trembling around them. She pushed back onto Rul, all sense of patience gone, pure and primal need lying in its wake.
They chuckled as if her desperation amused them, Rul clicking his hips in time with her driving back, his cock forcing its way deeper with each thrust until she was certain he would tear her in two. He groaned as he seated himself fully inside her, grazing his hand over her inner thigh, but not touching her where she wanted to be touched.
Bellinor was more merciful, sliding his cock into her wetness, every inch filling her with delight. Rul grabbed her tender horns, yanking until her back was arched so fully she could gaze up into his pale eyes. His grin was sinister as he wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing just enough to make her luxuriously breathless. He pressed his lips to hers, and she parted them on contact, letting his forked tongue slip in and dance with her own.
Time stood still as they fucked her in tandem until a growl at her lips forced her to come back to the room.
“Open your mouth.”
She obeyed, sticking her tongue out, the wet heat of Rul’s spit hitting the back of her throat a moment later.
It was a raw impulse, and she craved more, wanted to incorporate every part of his physical form into her body—his spit, his blood, his cum.
“More,” she begged, stretching her newly lengthened tongue as far as it could go as Rul’s eyes widened with glee.
He ground against her ass as Bellinor thrusted into her, her body contorted painfully.
“You like the way I taste, baby?”
Rul’s voice was like silk, sweetly seductive, though she knew the primal urges that lay underneath.
She nodded her head as best as she could, and he grinned, slowing to a halt. Bellinor stilled as well, her body fit to bursting from the profusion of their cocks inside her.
Rul pursed his lips, and a slow dribble of saliva dripped from them, hitting her tongue.
“Keep it there,” Rul ordered, and she froze, her throat tensing with the urge to swallow.
He pulled out, slamming back into her ass with one brutal thrust, a shudder coursing through her as pain ricocheted up her spine. Bellinor chuckled, pinching her clit so hard that a whimper vibrated her throat, but still she obeyed the incubus’ command.
Rul’s mouth split into a wide grin before he gave his next order.
“Swallow.”
She did as she was told, delighting in his taste, and he shoved her forward so she was face to face with Bellinor.
Wet heat hit her, Bellinor’s spit dripping down her cheek and sending her into a lust-driven haze. Sheswiped her tongue out just in time to get a taste of his essence, fire and pain, before he slapped her hard, sending a pleasurable rush through her.
Acceptance and intimacy, submission and degradation—she loved all the feelings it brought up as they dug into the deepest part of her soul.
Rul chuckled, prying her mouth open with his fingers as he picked up his pace, Bellinor spitting into her offered throat a moment later.
The pure and primal consumption was dehumanizing, but she was no longer human.
“You look so pretty with my spit dripping down your face, with blood leaking from your lips,” Bellinor said, squeezing her chin tightly between his fingers.
She choked on a sob as Rul yanked her back up by the hair, as helpless as a rag doll in their arms. The exchange of power was intoxicating, instinctive sexuality on display in its purest form.
When she tried to grip Bellinor’s chest again, Rul restrained her arms, resuming his thrusting as his lips met hers once again. Bellinor gripped the meat of her thighs, his tongue circling one of her nipples until he opened his mouth wide, swallowing her whole breast with a bite.
The pain made her body clench around the both of them, the arousal feeding her in a way food never did. It was proof of her submission, satiating her physical body and her soul.
Bellinor lapped at the wound he’d made, his tongue flicking over her nipple and coiling tension in her core.
“Tell me how we feel inside you,” he ordered, her body straining with overabundance.
