She closed her eyes as she did when she kissed any man, but she opened them after her lips made contact with his skin. His lips were warm and moist, but not overly so, and beneath her own lips they felt somehow familiar. Not like a Human’s lips—and not especially different, either—but familiar in a much different way, almost as though she had known Voso all her life, and had always been waiting to kiss him, as if his mouth was designed for hers and his were the lips she had been fantasizing about.
Her face felt tingly as Voso began to kiss her back, and she tried hard to stare at the strangeness of his skin, the colors and the shape of his features, willing herself to find fault in them, to see him as a monster.
But she could not, and she did not, and the longer he kissed her, the more she felt like she was being pulled under by some force that she could not escape… Perhaps she didn’t want to…
She put up a hand to his chest, a panicked thought moving her to take a final stab at pushing him away. But he was encircling her in his arms, and then Mozok was right behind her, his solid muscle against her back, his hands moving over her body. She could feel, even before they began to undress her, that Mozok was already bare-chested and probably naked. She felt against the small of her back the pulsing hardness of his manhood.
While Voso kissed her mouth and his enormous hands moved very delicately over her collarbone and the hollow of her throat, Mozok’s lips grazed the back of her neck and then her shoulder blades. She knew he was pulling her robe away as he traveled down her backside, his breath and his lips peppering her skin with kisses of the perfect amount of force: soft between her shoulder blades, a feathery light touch at the small of her back, a gentle bite just beneath her buttocks.
She tried to fight off the sensations, at least in part. It felt so good, but she had to remember what she was doing, keep in mind that even if it was a great feeling, she must not let herself get carried away by it… this was business… she had to remember that all men were the same… and this was all an illusion.
Mozok traveled back up her body, and then they began to turn her around, alternating their kisses and caresses, each of them moving up and down the length of her body with kisses and exploring fingers that drove her wild and made her feel like she was melting into a pool of hot liquid. Her bones seemed to turn soft inside of her, and she felt herself slumping, leaning into their embrace, allowing herself to be taken over completely.
She moved her head from side to side. “No…no, no…” she murmured, trying to give voice to her thoughts. “This is…”
She had collapsed against Voso’s chest, her cheek to his hot skin and solid muscle, and she brought her hands to his pecs, clawing into his skin lightly. Mozok’s mouth was grazing the top of her ass, and she shuddered as his tongue moved down, his fingers pulling her buttocks apart, and he began to flick at the sopping wet lips of her pussy.
She moaned, and it sounded like an anguished cry, but it was a cry of defeat. Voso’s lips moved over her ear and he whispered, “Just say the words, say the words if you do not want us.”
Mozok’s tongue moved with expertise into the folds of her pussy, finding her clit and flicking against it in tender movements that brought Mina’s blood boiling to near climax in just seconds. She was starting to sweat, and she felt slippery in Voso’s grip, as though she would slip out of his hands to the floor.
“Oh,” she heard herself moaning, as blood rushed through her body, tinged with a feverish pleasure, almost as if she had consumed a drug. “Oh… my…” she murmured, forgetting whatever she had meant to say.
Inside her head, the voice that was rehearsing her thoughts, her desire to wall off her feelings, was getting weaker and weaker. She could barely hear it now, barely think a coherent thought at all. Her thoughts were disappearing in a wave of pleasure that she wanted to reject but could not.
Mozok’s tongue was against her clit, warm and pulsing, and the sensation that traveled through from her clit to her body reached every part of her, spreading through her body like an intoxicating drug. Even the tips of her fingers, pressed into Voso’s flesh, felt erotically charged. A current of electric pleasure traveled up and down her spine, while the hot liquid throb in her pussy swelled and consumed her, growing like a bubble that screamed for release.
But just as she neared the edge of climax, Mozok seemed to sense that she was getting close, and his quick tongue slowed, and he teased her. He moved his tongue to the soaked lips of her pussy, lapping up the juices that poured from inside of her. She mewled in frustration, unable to stop herself. She had never wanted anything so badly as she wanted to feel Mozok inside of her, whatever the consequences.
Mozok teased her for some time, bringing her to near climax and then pulling away, until her legs were shaking and she could no longer support her own weight. Her skin was soaked with sweat, and she slid against Voso’s chest, feeling like she would lose consciousness if this continued any longer. She could not endure it… and yet she must… she cried out and felt her body collapsing into Voso’s arms. She had to surrender. There was no other way to survive.
As she melted into Voso’s arms, giving up, finally unable to fight against her own desires and unwilling to even try, Mozok’s tongue returned to her clit. He gripped her thighs, holding her in place, and his tongue pulsed against her clit until her pleasure was screaming inside of her like a raging fire, burning her from the inside out.
And then, it suddenly burst. The climax began with a pop of pleasure so great it was excruciating, and she screamed helplessly, her mouth pressed to Voso’s chest. As the orgasm spread throughout her body, making her tremble uncontrollably from head to toe, her vision went almost black. She felt Voso’s flesh between her teeth as she bit down, unable to stop herself. Every muscle in her body went solid with tension and then went limp, and she was unable to control her voice or her limbs as she shuddered through what seemed like full minutes of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
While the waves of pleasure rolled through her, she sensed that they were moving toward one of the cushioned, bed-sized benches, and that they were lying down on it. The sensations came to her in a series of hazy, segmented moments of pure feeling. She was between them, lying on one side, still pressed to Voso’s chest. Then she was being turned, facing Mozok, and their hard muscle surrounded her, their hands moving over her body, their tongues flicking at each sensitive spot that she guarded as a secret: the nape of her neck, the backs of her knees, the hollow of her throat.
She couldn’t keep her eyes open, the pleasure was so intense. As her climax faded, there was a brief period when every touch burned like fire, pleasurable but too intense. It didn’t take long for that to fade away, however, and a new desire to build up between her legs.
Voso lifted her leg to drape it over Mozok’s hip. She kissed his chest, craving something to do with her mouth, and a frisson of pleasure sizzled through her when her lips made his body shudder and she felt the hard pulse of his cock against her thigh.
As her senses scattered, she tried to pay attention to what was happening, but couldn’t capture every detail or sensation. Voso’s hand moved between her buttocks and traced lazy circles around the sensitive, slightly sore ring of her anus. He followed the outline of the implement they had put inside of her, and then he moved it, very gently, putting pressure on the jeweled end so that the part inside of her pressed arousing bruises into her most interior places.
When Mozok moved the fat bulb of his cock to the entrance of her pussy, it felt hot, and she could feel the liquid of his precum as it mixed with her own juices. The combination seemed to take on a life of its own, growing warmer, tingling pleasantly, sending tiny electrical pulses like the one along her spine shooting through her tender genital flesh. He paused at the entrance, his hard flesh stretching her open. She felt the insides of her pussy squeezing in desire, and she wanted to push herself onto him, to get him inside of her, but her body had become nothing more than exhausted, quivering flesh.
She was at his mercy, and she tipped her head back to look up at him and plead with him with her eyes. She didn’t care if this was madness, and if it gave Mozok something he wanted.
When she met his eyes, though, everything seemed to collapse around her even further. Gone from his expression was any sign of smugness or manipulation. She could feel it, and she was too weakened with pleasure to fight against what she knew was a trick. Golden-brown flecks that she had never seen before in the blue-green of his eyes glowed in an unearthly, consuming way. All she could read in his eyes was obsession, a desire as deep as hers. It glowed in the embers in his irises.
When he entered her, her breath caught in her throat and her body froze for a moment in a spasm of pleasure that was not a climax but felt as intense as one. His cock was large, and she felt the bite of her body stretching to accommodate him, but like the sting of a spanking, the pain dissolved into waves of hot pleasure.
His body pressed against her, and he pulled her close to him as he filled her pussy with the girth of his cock. She could no longer stare up at him, so she turned her cheek to his chest and clung to him, wanting nothing more than have him as deeply inside of her as he could go.
They were moving; she was barely cognizant of anything but the feeling of Mozok inside of her. Vaguely, she knew that Voso had pushed them over, that she was on top of Mozok, but he was holding her down to his chest.
She felt Voso remove the implement from inside of her, sliding it out slowly, teasing her by plunging it gently into her a few times. Her body reacted by pulsing around Mozok’s cock, and she felt him begin to swell inside of her, as he had in her mouth. But no fear gripped her when this happened. She could feel her insides stretching to accommodate him, a thick ball of pulsing muscle that grew and pressed against the root of her clit.
But at the same time, even as she was trying to process what Mozok was doing inside of her, Voso was lining his own cock up with her stretched eyelet. As he pushed his enormous girth inside of her, she gasped in surprise. Rather than pain, she felt only a pleasant stimulation of the arousing soreness the implement had created. And then, as Voso slid inside of her, she felt a fullness so fulfilling that she was overcome with an urge to cry—not out of pain or sadness, but something more like awe or completeness.
