“Can I take it off?” she said, her voice breathless. But they were already at work on her, lips moving over her neck, down her spine, over her shoulders. She couldn’t see who was who, or even discern their caresses from one another—but it didn’t matter. Hands removed her dress, sensually pulling the zipper from the center of her back down to her bottom; other hands moved in on her bared flesh, cupping her breasts and bringing them to lips that sucked her nipples into hard pebbles, or brushed her hair from her neck with a soft touch that sent shivers down her back, just to kiss the lumps of her cervical spine, moving down. Every part of her body was being warmed by the dry, rough touch of strong fingers, or the wetter heat of lips that sucked at her overheating flesh.
She forgot all about the blindfold, and evidently, they did as well, because they did not remove it. “My trothka,” Mozok growled in her ear, seizing her and pushing her toward a bed, turning her so that her knees bent when she touched the mattress, and she fell gently backwards into Voso’s arms.
Voso embraced her, his naked body against her back, solid and reassuring. She felt his cock, throbbing with desire and as hard as steel, against the center of her back, as he encircled her in his arms and held her to him. They were propped up against a headboard, Mina between his legs and lightly restrained by his strong arms, so that Mozok could make his way from her lips to her breasts, down her ribcage, and then to the center of her legs.
He breathed hotly on the down of her pussy, his fingers pulling apart her outer lips. She squirmed in Voso’s arms, need raging inside of her. But Mozok teased her, blowing on her damp flesh, sending electric shivers through her body. She could feel her clit pulsing, engorged and crying out to be touched. Voso’s tongue moved over the hard ridge of her ear, and his fingers worked her swollen nipples between them, pinching them gently, a red-hot wire of arousal connecting them to her throbbing pussy.
Mozok teased her for what seemed like an eternity, his tongue barely skimming her outer lips, then the ridges of her inner lips, skating over her clit just enough to make it throb, before taking away the pleasure and making her mewl with desire.
She wanted to hold his head in her hands, but they were already clinging to Voso’s neck, and there was no way to squirm out of his strong grip. There was no choice but to mewl incomprehensibly as Mozok took his time, passing over her clit with his tongue, each time just a hair more pressure applied to her tender nerves.
The need built inside of her until her blood was boiling. “Mozok,” she panted, at last, bucking her hips. “Please.”
She tossed and turned her head, and the blindfold slipped. Mozok looked up at her from between her legs, an uncharacteristic grin on his face. His tongue lapped steadily at her clit, and she went quiet as the intense pleasure built to a crescendo.
He slowed his rhythm just before she climaxed. She gasped and howled. “Oh, please,” she begged. “Don’t stop… don’t… Mozok…”
He blew on her clit. “My trothka,” he said, his words caressing her throbbing flesh. “Tell me that you love me, and I will obey your every command.”
“I love you,” she panted, smiling. Saying the words made it feel like a similarly talented tongue was at work inside her chest, bringing her heart to an emotional climax.
“Say it again,” Voso whispered in her ear, his voice husky with desire.
“I love you,” she panted, and Mozok smiled before taking her clit between his lips, his tongue flicking rapidly at the exposed nerves that emerged from beneath the fleshy hood.
“Again,” Voso urged her. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” she repeated, and her chest nearly burst with happiness.
But Mozok’s tongue tipped her over the edge, and a climax claimed her, nearly knocking her unconscious with its force. She screamed, and her body went rigid for a few moments as the waves of pleasure tore through her, fiercer than ever before.
And only then, as her limbs went limp, did Mozok enter her. Her limbs were still shaking, and the stimulation made her squirm in discomfort for a moment. He stretched her, filling her, and she felt the knot growing inside of him almost instantly. It swelled and stretched her, his blood and muscle massaging her insides and the root of her clit, and she began to ride another building wave of pleasure. She knew it would not be the last that night, and dug her nails into his flesh, her mouth open, as she was filled completely by him and became entwined, as she now knew, for many hours.
Voso moved out from under her, rolling her to the side to face Mozok. She was now looking into the eyes of her lover, and they consumed her with his love and possessiveness. She mewled when his cock surged inside of her. “I love you,” she repeated, and he seemed to grow even more, flexing and throbbing, vibrating deep in her body with the pleasure of his words.
Voso’s fingers slipped through the sweaty, juice-coated valley between her buttocks and slipped into her ass, easily lubricated by her own excitement. She gasped, but the sharp pain faded almost instantly, and her ass squeezed against his fingers. She wanted them both inside her, both of them locked into her body.
Voso took his time, kissing her, his hands wandering all over her body with Mozok’s, until she could no longer think about anything. She could only feel their hot flesh, the throbbing of Mozok in her pussy, and the craving to be complete.
“Voso,” she managed to say at last, her voice a whisper. “Please, I want you inside of me.”
He entered her from behind, the long hard length of him stretching her wide, a dull ache screaming at her as the membrane between their two fullnesses was rubbed to a tenderness that made her limbs jerk with pleasure.
She had never felt so full, so complete, in all her life.
They were locked together, each of them pulsing inside of her, waves of muscle massaging her toward another climax. She whimpered in pleasure, and Mozok looked concerned. He touched her lips. “Trothka, we are not hurting you?” he said. His voice was husky and wild because he was deep in the clutches of his mating fever, but he was fighting it, expressing his worry.
“No,” she said, trying to smile before the wave of her next climax consumed her, and made her mouth fall open in shock as her whole body began to tingle with pleasure. “I… no…”
They were not hurting her, she thought, at all. But she could say nothing because she was screaming in pleasure and joy, and as she did, her two lovers’ cocks responded by massaging her even more. Stars crept in at the corners of her eyes, and she was unable to breathe. She didn’t care if she passed out, because she would be here, safe, filled completely, between her two adoring lovers.
But she did not pass out; she only shuddered and went limp. Her whole body was covered in a faint sheen of sweat, so their hands slipped over her, and their bodies ground easily against each other. They pulsed inside of her, pulverizing her tenderest parts, making her wince from the over-stimulation, the raw pleasure of it.
“We’re far from done with you, trothka,” Mozok said, his lips close to hers. He pushed her hair from her face, and she stared into his eyes.
She smiled. She could stay this way forever, trapped between them, their muscles pressing in on her and outward from within, her pussy throbbing in pleasure, another climax building deep in her belly.
“I love you,” she said, putting a hand behind her to touch Voso’s neck.
