“No. No,” she whispered hoarsely, feeling the original dildo sliding from her asshole. She knew what he planned.Not there.
“You mean yes,” Vargr told her, as his cock prodded her. He searched for her opening. “I’m using you here. You can take me. I’ve seen the size of what was in you.”
“Fuck!” She squeaked as he almost entered her. Then swore again repeatedly.
She needed to deny them, always. It made everything so much hotter. Except for once she truly was a little unsure, a little fearful. What if he was wrong, and she couldn’t take his size?
Her whimpers and writhing grew more frantic.
Then he swelled past that circle of muscle, and with no remorse he began to fuck her ass. His hands tangled in the rope that wound about her chest and arms. With her face half-buried in the mattress, she tensed, dreading the lance of pain.
He surely wasn’t as large as Rutger, but she whined anyway, as he forced his way in, then slowly she became aware of the strange mix of pleasure and pain that something foreign andwrongin her ass magicked up.
There was the heat of another body before her, Rutger of course. The mattress sank as he put his weight on it. He brushed her tied hands and feet.
Thesomethingbuzzed. It touched her clit and pressed in. A vibrator.
Impossible pleasure erupted.
It vied with what Vargr did.
“Oh, oh. God!” She’d arched so strongly her spine hurt because it couldn’t go that way with her hogtied, and her wrists hurt also, but she couldn’t stop herself from reacting.
A dildo, a cock in her, tied up and this vibe on her, it was all too much, too overwhelming.
There was nothing she could do exceptbe.
Pleasure swelled rapidly, mixing with the sensation of the cock now thoroughly invading her ass, and she cried out as he began truly thrusting. Grunting with each new drive of cock, he coerced her into a spasmodic full-on body rapture. The climax shook through her, rendering her animalistic and gasping. By the time it left her, she was wasted, her muscles spent. She heard and felt Vargr take the last few strokes inside her and climax, but could not find the strength to do anything except lie still and try to breathe.
Rutger chuckled and removed the vibe from her clit, switching it off. She felt them untie her and her limbs floppedwhere they lay. With a kiss Rutger tried to stir her. Her flesh seemed to have gone past what any woman could take.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” she found herself saying, as if that word was all she knew.
Gradually, she surfaced.
The rope was gone from her eyes, and the two of them were cuddling her, spooning her from behind and at her front. Who was where? She didn’t care, but…
“If you ever do that again, I may kill you both. I am…” She swallowed. “Dead.”
And all the bastards would do was laugh quietly and kiss her.
“I think it was a success,” Rutger said, still laughing. It was he who lay to her front.
“Yes. Let’s do it again sometime.”
“Bastards,” she said, curling up then feeling for both of them, her hand sliding on their muscles and horns and the sweat on their skin, both before her and behind her. She reassured herself that once again she had both of them with her.
Both. Mmmm. Yes.
Good.
The world was almost perfect.
Heartbeats thudded by in a forever rhythm, outside was distant and muffled, while in here was a haven from worries, from violence, from destruction and pain. She could have fallen asleep to the susurration of their breathing, comforted by having two hulking males surrounding her with their bodies.
But her mind ticked over.
“Hey, you two.” She struggled up onto her elbow. “I know this was fun, but shouldn’t we have one of those safewords like Rumpelstiltskin or something?”
