“Words,” he prompts, his thumb tilting my chin up.
“I consent.”
Koen’s gaze flicks to Sylus, who’s already at the edge of the bed. “We should hold her up from both sides.”
Sylus grins, running a hand through his hair. “I love how you think, brother.”
Koen pinches my nipple, making me gasp before his fingers brush my forehead. “Sleep.You’re safe. You feel and hear everything.” The world fades, and the familiar weightlessness of a trance takes over. My body relaxes into the bed while my mindfloats, aware yet still. “Spread her for us, Sy. Let’s see if she’s ready to take both of us.”
I feel Sylus’s hands on my legs, his lips brushing against my inner thigh, teasing, before his fingers stroke over my slit, playing with the wetness there.
“She’s ready,” Sylus murmurs, his voice rough with need. “So fucking ready.”
Koen’s touch joins his, a finger circling my asshole. “Lubed up?” he asks, his tone all business.
“With Ric’s cum probably.” Sylus snickers and Ace snorts. “But let’s make sure.” I can hear the grin in his voice as he retrieves the bottle, then the faint sound of the cap popping open fills the air. The cool sensation of lube meets my skin as Sylus prepares me, his fingers working thoroughly, and even in my trance, I feel every inch of it. “She’s still stretched good from his cock.”
“You’re welcome,” comes from Ace, and Nicholas huffs a laugh.
“Good girl,” Koen murmurs. “You take everything so well.”
I want to respond, to arch into their touch, but my body remains still, completely under their control.
Sylus groans, his fingers pressing deeper one last time before he slides them out. “Fuck, she’s perfect.”
“Let’s see how perfect,” Koen replies, then the bed shifts as he positions himself between my legs. His cock nudges against my pussy, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried inside me. “I love you, precious,” Koen murmurs against my ear while he gives me a few thrusts, kissing down the side of my head while his hips rock against mine.
Then he gathers me in his arms and turns us so he’s lying underneath me, and I’m sprawled out on his chest with his cock still deep inside me.
Behind me, Sylus aligns himself, the head of his cock pressing against my ass. He moves with the same care, his hands gripping my hips as he sinks into me.
The ache is exquisite, a fullness that borders on overwhelming.
Holy shit.
“Fucking hell.” Ace grunts from somewhere behind Sylus.
The friction, the stretch, the intensity, it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Goddamn,” Sylus groans out. “She’s so tight. You feel that, Koen?”
“I feel it,” Koen replies, his voice tight with restraint. “Let’s see if she does.Wake up.”
My eyes snap open, and I gasp, my hands clawing at the sheets as I feel both of them moving inside me, their cocks filling me completely. “F-fu-uck!”
Koen’s hand grips my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Color, precious?”
“Green,” I pant out, my body trembling.
“Good girl,” Koen murmurs, his thrusts deepening. “Look at you, taking two cocks at once. Twohusbandsat once.” His voice is low, teasing, dripping with dominance, and it lights a fire beneath my skin.
Sylus’s fingers drag along the curve of my waist, leaving a trail of heat behind before they settle on my hips, holding me steady. With each pull, he drives me back against him, his cock stretching me further, fuller, until the ache melts into a molten pleasure that threatens to swallow me whole. The rhythm they set is relentless, perfectly in sync, and the fullness is an ache that makes my mind a haze of pleasure, my body caught between them as they take me.
Koen’s hand snakes into my hair, and he pulls me roughly toward him. His mouth captures mine in a kiss so demanding itfeels like he’s trying to devour every last shred of control I have. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, sending sparks of pain-tinged pleasure skittering through me. “Sleep.”
My body slackens instantly, sinking forward against him, the trance wrapping me in a haze of safety even as the sensations beneath it grow sharper, more pronounced.
Sylus’s teeth graze the skin at the back of my neck, and a silent cry echoes through my mind. The sharp sting of his bite melts into a searing warmth that courses down my spine, pooling low in my belly. His hands roam over my ass cheeks, spreading me wider, and the cool brush of air against my wet, stretched skin contrasts with the heat of their bodies pressed against mine.
