Vissy’s tongue hit just the right spot and I let loose a loud moan, his fingers thrusting faster, harder as the moans fell from my lips. I thrust my hips up, chasing the feeling and desperately wishing something thicker than his fingers was thrusting inside me.
“No, keep that mouth open, my dear.” Cyrus chuckled darkly. “I may have let you keep that delectable cunt hidden from me, but that doesn’t mean you can’t suck a cock.”
He waved said cock in front of my face, while a shock of rage swept through me. I opened my mouth to argue with him, but unfortunately, that gave him just the opportunity he needed. The head of his cock was suddenly in my mouth, and I reflexively closed my lips against the intrusion—which only resulted in me accidently sucking the tip of his cock. Cyrus groaned in pleasure as he fisted my hair in his hand, thrusting lightly into the wet heat of my mouth.
Vissy took that moment to directly hit a spot inside of me that made me completely lose control. Pleasure swept through me and in the resulting tide, I swallowed Cyrus’s cock further down my throat.
“Shalim. Fuck.” Cyrus moaned as he tossed his head back, the veins of his neck standing out as I sucked his length. “Your mouth feels like Elysium.”
I figured the damage was already done by this point, so what was a bit more? If Cyrus was going to demand this, I may as well take as much gratification from this encounter as I could.
I bobbed my head on Cyrus’s cock with enthusiasm, my hips thrusting up desperately to meet Vissy’s fingers and tongue. The excitement of having two men at once was potent. I could feel exactly how wet it had made me, certainly beyond what was normal for me, and I knew I’d only grown wetter once Cyrus shoved his cock in my mouth. It was twisted, perverse…but I couldn’t deny I was thoroughly enjoying it.
I rolled my tongue around and up the shaft of his cock, following the vein, before sucking just under the head. Cyrus’s sharp gasp, followed by a hard thrust into my throat, proved the method was effective. If I could have smirked in triumph, I would have, but in lieu of gloating, I just hummed around his length. When my head moved backwards, revealing Cyrus’s glistening cock, my hand joined in to stroke him, only to remove it each time I sucked back down to his base.
I was so drenched I could feel my arousal running down my thighs, Vissy’s chin similarly covered with the evidence of my desire. My orgasm was mounting, so turned on that I bobbed on Cyrus’s cock hungrily, allowing him to grab my hair and fuck my face. His hips snapped forward, my tongue roving over his shaft and up to the head, swirling around it before sucking right at the tip. The swear that left his lips making the corners of my mouth lift in what would have been a smile if my mouth wasn’t stuffed full.
“Fuck. What a good girl you are, Asteria. So good.” Cyrus panted out his praise. “I knew you’d be amazing at this. So fucking perfect.”
Cyrus’s grip on my hair grew tighter and pulled an involuntary moan, muffled though it was, from my mouth. His words only heightened my rising desire, squirming against Vissy’s face as I chased it.
“That’s it. Suck my cock.” Cyrus barked out, his grip on my hair verging on pain. “Harder. Let me see those cheeks hollowedout.” I followed his instruction, lost in a haze of indulgence, sucking extra hard until my cheeks were hollowed out to their limit. I felt a spurt of precum hit my tongue as Cyrus let out a broken moan.
Vissy licked up and down my cunt, his fingers thrusting continuously. Sensing I was teetering on the edge of climax, he sought to push me over to the edge, adding another finger, causing me to whine at the additional stretch as he sucked my clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
The two men acted in concert with one another, playing my body like their instrument and producing a song of carnal pleasure, until I careened into the wild throws of rapture. My climax hit me hard and fast, stars exploding behind my eyes as I erupted. Cyrus pulled out of my mouth just long enough for me to scream Vissy’s name, as requested.
He’d earned it.
I shook and panted, riding the storm raging through me, before a cock was shoved back into my mouth. Still riding the high, I sucked it into my mouth and bobbed on it as Cyrus chased his own orgasm. He thrust hard several times before he stilled, and I felt the splash of his spend as he came down my throat.
Cyrus waited until I swallowed everything he had to give, then pulled himself out of my mouth, slapping his cock against my cheek. I blinked up at him, confused, and he ran his head over my lips. I parted them, and Cyrus ran just the tip over the tip of my tongue, showing me what he wanted. I followed his direction, licking and sucking on his head like a piece of candy. He watched me with heavily lidded eyes and a sated smile. When he twitched, overstimulated from my continued attention, he finally pulled back, allowing me to collapse against the sofa.
Vissy chuckled as he stood, leaning down to kiss me once more. He pushed my hair back, palming the back of my neck ashe explored the contours of my mouth with his tongue. No doubt tasting Cyrus as he did so. It made me wonder, when they said they shared things, had they…
Vissy’s lips parted from mine and not even a moment later, Cyrus had taken his place. The abrupt return of his jealous nature was apparent as he tried to practically eat me alive with his kiss. I struggled to take in a breath until he finally pulled back, leaving me with a heaving chest as I panted, adding to my sweaty, debauched appearance.
The two men collapsed on the sofa, one on either side of me. The three of us were quiet for a moment, and I took the time to try to digest what had just happened. My orgasm had left my mind deliciously blank however, and I decided it couldn’t hurt to shelve for later.
“As wonderful as that was, I didn’t get to cum you know.” Vissy chuckled as he grabbed my legs and swung them up onto his lap.
“Don’t be a greedy bastard, Vissy.” Cyrus mumbled, pulling my upper body down so my head was in his lap, and my body was completely stretched out. He began running his fingers through my hair in a surprisingly sweet action, One I had certainly never expected from him.
As Vissy began to run his fingers up and down my still bare legs, Cyrus reminded me my dress was still around my waist when he began running his hand down my neck, across my décolletage, and finally found my breasts as he absentmindedly plucked and pinched my nipples. I could only take a few moments of his ministrations before I was squirming. Cyrus chuckled, slapping my breast and making me gasp. I looked up and saw Vissy watching with hungry eyes that roved over my body. A glance upwards confirmed Cyrus was doing the same.
Neither male took things further; maybe they both realized I was at my limit for what I could take physically, mentally, and emotionally. As I calmed down from our encounter, my thoughtsbegan circling once more as what I’d allowed to happen truly sunk in. Thankfully, Cyrus and Vissy merely stroked my skin until I went from aroused to somewhat relaxed, despite the men doing the touching. It was soothing, and I was fighting to keep my eyelids open before long. Soon enough, I was whisked off to sleep.
I drifted offand must have slept through the rest of the night into the morning, as when I landed in my little dreamscape, excitement overcame me as I spotted Zhu. I saw him much less than I did Luna unfortunately, it being a rare treat to sleep during the day. He unfurled from the ball he’d curled himself into for sleep, his head peeking up as fiery eyes found me. He flew over, his tail skating along my arm in greeting, flame flickering over my skin.
“Hi, Zhu. I’ve missed you.” I smiled widely at him; and the worries of my waking world were left far behind.
He made a trilling noise I took to mean he missed me too. I reached out and brushed a hand along the scales on his side. The fire engulfing his scales never burned me, even with the heat of the sun roaring through them—merely left behind a warmth that sank into my bones.
In this dream space, nothing hurt, nothing could touch me. I’d been that way as long as I could remember.
I first met Zhu when I was five or six. When I first began to understand that I was a slave, and what that meant. It was the first time I saw a human being punished, in fact. I wasn’t supposed to have witnessed it, but I had snuck out of the house and wandered the village. Not that I had to actually sneak out, with both my parents slaving away at the vineyard. I’d spotted them standing in the village square and skirted along the sides to avoid being seen.
Seeing the whip cut through that poor man’s back, it was horrifying on a scale my younger self couldn’t process—and I didn’t. I didn’t even remember the event when I was awake, having buried the memory so deeply, it was as if it never happened. But here, I remembered, because it was after I had run back home and buried myself under the covers, falling into a fitful sleep, that I met Zhu for the first time. I’d met Luna when I fell asleep that night, and my dreams often contained my dragon friends ever since.
