Kronos dominates me roughly. Sharp has some way of making me want to please him. Our bond is very different. He reaches up and cups my face.
“I will follow you from one end of the universe to the other,” he tells me. “I will never let you go. I will protect you from everything, mostly from yourself. Now come on my cocks. Do you want me to count you down?”
I nod.
“Ten,” he says, pulling me down on his cocks and making me grind back and forth.
“Nine,” he says, lifting me up to the tip of both cocks.
“Eight,” he growls, sinking me back down all the way, slowly and deeply. I let out a long moan. My clit is tingling, my pussy is so swollen and so tender and gripping him so hard. “Are you going to come for me on time, pet?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good girl,” he praises, proceeding to fuck me nice and firm and hard.
“Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two…” Those strokes are swift and rutting.
“One,” he growls, pulling me down on top of him, wrapping his arms around me and holding both my arms behind my back as he hammers his hips up into me, pounding my pussy and my ass as rough and as hard as I can take.
I scream as orgasm rushes through me, cascading from my scalp all the way to my fingers and toes. I buck and wriggle onhis cocks, feeling him loose himself inside me, his seed joining Kronos’ deep in my fertile bare pussy.
He keeps fucking me and I keep coming. The orgasm is drawn out far longer than I thought it could go on. Every time his cocks pound inside me, I feel my inner walls rippling and gripping, my toes curling and my heart pounding.
By the time his thrusts slow and I am allowed to come down from the heights of a most intense orgasm, one that feels as though it has drained every bit of energy from me, I have nothing left to give. No comments, no promises, no words.
I fall asleep on his chest, wrapped in his arms, both of my ravaged holes leaking his seed back onto his body.
“So,” Boss says. “Guess it’s my turn to breed you.”
I am so fucking sore. Yesterday’s absolute marathon has left me aching when I walk. The morning has broken, and I am nursing a cup of low-level stimulant. Sharp and Kronos have made themselves scarce because it is, as Boss says, his turn.
“I…”
He puts his massive hand on my head and ruffles my hair. “It’s okay,” he says. “I heard you screaming last night. I bet you’re as sore as you’ve ever been, huh.”
“Yes,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
“You do not need to be sorry,” he says.
“You were ready to gore Kronos last night,” I remind him. “You want this.”
“I can wait for you to be ready again,” he says. “I have waited, and will wait years for you if need be.”
“Then what will we do?”
He smirks. “I want to take you out,” he says. “Do you want to see more of the station, besides the bushes in lover’s lane?”
“How did you know we did it in the bushes?”
He snorts. “Everybody does it in the bushes.”
Boss takes me out into the station, but we don’t go to the bushes to fuck like rutting animals. Instead we go to a café, and we enjoy baked goods. As I am tucking into a muffin loaded with cream, Boss produces a couple of wrapped packages for me.
“Presents,” he says. “Open them.”
“Wow, really, you got me something?”
“I want you to have these,” he says. “After last night, I think you should.”
