I open my mouth, ready for the familiar taste, andthen he feeds his large penis between my lips, filling my mouth completely, and I almost gag.
“I know this is what human pets want. Take it.” His words are cruel, but I know he’s only saying them because he’s playing his role.
But another thought wants to surface;this is how he really feels.
No, that’s the Devil talking. They love me.
Don’t they?
Through the eroticism, I force myself to use logic. Rafe purposely used the word ‘pet’ to remind me I was punished for this at the Spire, punished because he saw me as an equal then and held Lorian and me accountable for this same act.
Yes, this is all just a show for the IGC to see my sentence is being served.
So I allow my base instincts to take over, and I moan around Rafe’s large, ridged cock as Lorian sinks two fingers into me, curling them just right, the way he knows I like it. And his too-familiar touch confuses me for a second; it reminds me of the kind of sex we used to have at the Spire. But as if he remembers too, he changes his tactic to something just as pleasurable, but different.
And there’s no space to think, and that’s their plan. This isn’t lovemaking. It’s proof. Proof of punishment. Proof of ownership. And I am not only allowing it. I’m begging for it. Moaning for them like a Jezebel. I can hear Sister Agnes’ voice in my head.This is what you deserve.But I answer her back in my mind,No, this is what I want.
But what does that make me?
Contradictory. Yes.
Human. Yes.
Rafe begins to fuck my mouth like it’s a political maneuver, deep and punishing, while Lorian alternates between biting my inner thighs and dragging his teeth over my vulva while finger-fucking me.
I should hate their emotional distance, but I can’t. I love them too much. And it feels so good to be with them again.It feels right, even though, everything outside this room is wrong.
When Rafe pulls his dick out of my mouth, spit trails between us, I gasp, trying to separate the physical pleasure and the emotional trauma of this weird sexual distancing from one another. We are all so physically close, but by mixing how we usually have sex, this feels wrong. Like a bad dream. And I have to will my body to react to theirs like strangers. Like the holograms in Ghost Mode.
Rafe kisses me like he’s starving for my taste, and I think he’s recognized my internal crisis. That my senses and emotions are completely overloaded.
“Stay strong for us,” he says close to my face. “Turn that clever mind off. Don’t analyze any of this. This is only for the flesh, not touching the mind or heart.”
I close my eyes and try to imagine myself as just flesh without emotion or thought. I imagine myself like the holograph they made of me, devoid of anything that’s really me.
Lorian drives into me harder and harder, relentlessly to a rhythm that doesn’t care about comfort.This is only about display, I remind myself ashe pumps into me. The Sovereigns showing their ownership of their guilty human terrorist.
And then Rafe puts his dick back into my mouth and they both begin fucking me in unison together, from each end. And again, I remind myself,I am just that holograph.No one is real here. I am not really here; only my flesh is here.
“That’s our good human prisoner,” Lorian says, as he snakes his hands under me to pinch my nipples. “I know what you like and you’re doing such a good job taking both of your owners at once. You want to please us, don’t you?”
Rafe pulls his dick out just long enough for me to answer, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sovereigns."
“Now Eve, take us both to completion,” Lorian says, and I try to open myself as wide as possible for them, both my mouth and my thighs.
Lorian continues to pull on my nipples as Rafe holds the back of my head while he fucks the back of my throat. Neither of them is gentle. They’re not trying to be.
When I orgasm, it’s ugly and messy. It feels primal and spectacular, as if they’ve worked my body like an instrument. I hear a scream and don’t even realize it’s my own at first.
None of this is real.
Lorian comes with a guttural grunt, spilling hot semen inside me as he holds me down. Then he exits with a flush of come flowing out down my thighs.
Rafe buries himself deep inside my mouth as he growls something in Imperial that I don’t understand, and then I feel his cock twitching as warm semen floods my throat. “Take it. Swallow it down,” he commands in a tone he never has used with me before. And I want to recoil.
