He stuck his palm over the dildo when it looked like she’d push it out and then kept on doing what he was compelled to. Stopping him now would take a second Armageddon.
Hand wrapped over her thigh, he thrust and withdrew, speared in, ground himself in, fucking her relentlessly. Ramming cock and come into her all at once was quivering on the horizon.Keep going, keep going.
He paused to say through his tightening throat, “Next time, I’m fucking you in here, girl.” Fascinated by how mister blue-and-knobbly projected from her ass, he wiggled the dildo then both felt and saw her muscles squash onto his cock.
“Dammit, girl,” he rasped then fucked herhard.
Cyn only whimpered, bubbling through her own drool on the rope as Vargr grabbed either side of her head and shuffled closer on his knees, his cock wobbling but probably harder than any man would choose to endure for long.
He’d brought it on himself though, and who cared when this was the result of that denial?
Sweat was sheening Cyn’s leg and making his grip on her slippery, but her bound face showed an absorbed and enraptured expression. Her breath caught with every thrust. Herbody strained to take more of him, to take more of what they did to her. This was beautiful.
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She could feelVargr’s hands on her head and jaw, then his thumbs shifting aside the rope, pushing loops below her chin and also up, to roll beneath her nose. She couldn’t see due to the rope over her eyes but a second later he was pressing his thumbs into the corners of her mouth.
“Open,” he croaked, and she could hear his desperation. The man needed her mouth.
She almost smiled and her lips quivered despite his firm hold.
Pretending to deny him, clamping her jaw, that had its attraction, but there were vague rules to this she’d made up on the fly. Struggle-fucking Vargr had called it. She loved resisting yet being forced to give in and be dominated anyway, but she had to take care not to hurt them too much, or give them cause to accidentally harm her.
Besides, giving in now pulled at her.
With so much happening to her body that enthralled her, she was on the brink, on the edge, teetering. One push and all her rebellion would collapse.
Then Rutger pulled his cock out, to the very tip, and she was torn. Neither of them fucking her andthatmade her yearn to whine and wriggle and encourage them.
Rutger grunted, swore. “Want me to make her? There’s a steel medical gag back there, I saw it earlier. Doyouwant that, Cyn?” The last drawled words were threaded with wicked menace.
Fuck. No. And yes. Oh the threat of that unraveled her. She opened her mouth.
“We’re good.” He shoved in. “Aren’t we?”
She couldn’t answer, for Vargr had gone in deep then stayed there, at the very back of her mouth, almost choking off her breath. She spluttered then shuddered, felt wetness leak from her around where Rutger had inserted himself, and her sound jolted into a bubbling moan, as he shoved that properly into her too.
They began to fuck her in unison. Being taken by both beasters at both ends, sent her spinning into a mind-world where she was theirs and nothing else.
Rocked back and forth, sandwiched between them and bound and helpless, she was rammed into, skin slapping against skin. She was half-choked and struggling to breathe around what occupied her mouth and yet… and yet she tried to arch at the ramping up of tension throughout her body. It made her ankle bindings jerk on her wrists.
Their guttural noises as these males penetrated her and shunted in and out, the reactions forced from her body,thiswas the perfect denouement to them holding her down and securing her in their rope.
The pain from Rutger’s fingers buried in her flesh mingled with the pleasure and the uncomfortable stretching of her ass. His thrusts sped up, going that small distance deeper inside her, and she felt the swell and the sliding almost-pain at the flare ofhis cock-head spikes within. Then he stiffened and slammed in one last time.
His body also smacked into the dildo and drove it in deeper, and she screeched around Vargr’s cock, her fingers clawing. Her body was hurled unexpectedly into the furnace of a climax as Rutger jerked and came.
She found herself slumped, panting, and still blinded by rope but her mouth free.
Rutger withdrew from her and she heard him rise and walk away.
An exceptionally large dildo replaced him in a startling instant. Cyn squealed at the insult.
Vargr had fucked her with it, without hesitation or mercy. She squirmed. The cool plastic had been obviously different from hard male flesh from the first moment it plugged her.
Moaning pitifully, she shook her head, as if that would free her from this unwelcome intruder and let her deny Vargr.
Her pussy, however, traitorous thing, delighted in something big and new occupying it, and it clamped in on the ungiving material. So large it hurt. Echoes of her orgasm wracked her pussy with intensely aching spasms that stopped her breath.
