He grabbed her and pulled her head to him, and she dropped to hands and knees, too aware of Vargr behind her. “Open up and take me in your mouth and he’ll fuck your other hole.”
She gulped, eyed his cock where he held it, inches from her mouth. “Yes. Please.”
“Good. Stick your ass up. Let him see your cunt.” He shook her head. “Are you our dirty girl?”
“Mmm-hhmm.” She nodded, her whole body brought to peak awareness of her sexuality. She hummed with carnal energy and would’ve done anything for sex with them. “You need to ask?”
“I like hearing you say it.”
Bright-eyed, she nodded. She got that. Being told to say it turned her on.
“Open.” His hand scrunched in her hair.
She parted her lips and stuck her ass higher, curving her back, feeling Vargr penetrate her cunt with his thumb.
They both entered her, slowly, filling her until the world was a blissful abyss. She was joined to them and they to her. In that moment she would’ve volunteered for this forever.
Rutger halted partway into her mouth. Her lips were stretched as far as they could go. He tapped her nose, and she slowly looked up at him, strung out on the bliss of two cocks in her at once.
“Never forget you’re ours. Even if the asshole back there has gone mad.” His eyes were fierce. She nodded. His cock madeit impossible to do more than mumble. “And stop making him want to hurt you.”
What? She opened her eyes wider and burbled an unintelligible reply. Okay… maybe she had. Maybe?—
The fucking commenced in earnest. Whether Vargr’s cock had changed or not, she did not know, but she came once while he was thrusting into her back there, and Rutger had to pause and hurriedly pull out due to her biting him. Head down, panting, heartbeat galloping, she was recovering when they pulled her more upright but still on her knees.
Rutger possessed the chain, directed her with it, and she eyed the heavy thing, feeling the tug of momentum. The chain to her collar and Rutger holding it… she sucked in her bottom lip and eyed the magnificent beaster who loomed over her.
Until Vargr stuck himself into her full-length in one drive and ran his hand over her clit. He began toying with her, pressing, squeezing. Too soon. Far too soon. The touch on her clit was agonizing, and she squeaked.
Her attempts to evade his hand came to nothing. “Sit fucking still.” He jammed himself into her again.
Rutger moved up and kept tension on her neck, his hand full of chain as he mouthed her breast. He walked up it in bites that made her squeal and writhe.
The chain at her neck was now in Vargr’s hands, she found, and though she clutched at it she could do nothing. Laughing at her predicament, he trapped her wrists again then pistoned his cock, in and out, with her on her knees and her back against him. Hard, long body-jarring drives.
The position meant he was deep within her and stayed deep, each drive only rammed him up into her to the very limits.
“You’re wetting my balls,” he said to her, then he took a bite from her neck, and readjusted his hold on her wrists.
“Your fault,” she blurted. Cyn tested the strength of his grip. Nothing gave. His hands were rocks.
She tried to see where Rutger licked and sucked at her, but the chain stopped her. All she could see was the top of his horns. He grasped one breast in a stranglehold and nipped her belly, then slid his tongue upward from her navel. When he found her nipple and sucked, she squealed, arched.
It was so sensitive, and Vargr played her clit, massaging relentlessly, and she tensed and pressed up, going higher on her heels, higher, her thighs tensing, flexing as pleasure accumulated. “Oh. Oh.” She’d shut her eyes. Another thrust of cock from Vargr burst into her cunt, stretched her, and blew her into a second mind-rending orgasm.
She came down from the high, feeling and hearing her wetness on his cock as he fucked her, so much of it was there that her ankles slipped on her butt.
“Mouth or cunt?” Vargr asked, sounding distraught. “Fuck!” He’d released her hands, so she caved forward, palms to the floor, swaying and trying to remember how to use her muscles.
“Ass. Let me guess where you’re going.”
“Only so many holes to choose.”
She roused, put up her head. There? Vargr had looked… bigger as well as red with nanites, but Rutger was huge.
They gave her no choice and turned her, drew her to her feet. Bare soles pattered on cold floor. After he sat on the bench again, she was lifted onto Vargr’s lap. He made her spread her legs over him and pushed her down, letting his cock slowly sink in. The throb was immense. Sensitivity plus, considering she’d just come, twice.
“Fuck!” she spluttered, opened her hands on his thighs, sure she’d felt his cock expand inside as if to fit tighter into her pussy.
