“But you said you wanted us to be together,” I say instead.
“Where I can see,” he growls into my ear. “I want to watch you getting fucked. Not you letting him use you for his pleasure. You’re mine. I get to say who takes a turn inside you.”
I settle to the hilt. The girthy length and width stretch my walls.
“That’s not how sharing works. You told Marcus to use me. You didn’t give guidelines. So, you can’t be … Veyn!’
He smacks my mound.
The crack sings through the chamber with the same vicious force as the sting that burns across my skin.
I try to snap my knees shut, but tendrils loop around my thighs, my hands. I’m held down and open to the second harder swat on my red and swollen lips.
My howl is ignored as he attacks my clit. Rubs it until I’m chasing the peak, only to get smacked again.
Rubbed.
Smacked.
I’m weeping and clutching at the appendage lodged inside me by the time we hit five.
“This is mine. You give it to anyone without my say again and I will tear off his dick and make you suck it before I lodge it in your ass.”
I’m so confused and aroused and swollen. And all the while, he won’t stop stroking.
“He liked that. Spanking your pussy. Likes how red and wet your lips are. He thinks I should kiss them. Want me to show you how?”
Sniffing, I nod and get his mouth on mine. It’s slow with his tongue moving over and through my lips. Invading my mouth with light flicks. He teases my tongue, luring it out into his where he sucks the tip.
“Like that, but he will have to wait. I want you exactly where you are.”
I don’t argue but sit and watch his hand get me close.
“She likes it,” he says, I’m assuming to Marcus. “Don’t you, pet? Tell your uncle you like taking his cock raw. Taking his seed.”
“I do,” I pant. “Like feeling you warm inside me.”
“See? She wants this.”
I don’t hear Marcus’s response, but I feel it in the hot splatter of cum that jets up inside me. I gasp at the rush, a little disappointed that he won’t let me cum.
But my frustrations are met with a panicked cry when my filled opening is invaded by cool, weaving tentacles. They push past my ring and force along my walls to wrap around the semi hard erection still nestled there.
It’s honestly too much. The growth alone has me fighting to pull back, but Veyn pulls me down harder.
“Do you want your gift?”
I don’t know what I want when he’s curled into place with enough bulge that I can see the bump against my belly.
And then I feel it.
The barbs.
The sharp notches that anchor me in place.
“What…?”
“He’s going to dump inside you over and over and we’re going to keep it all where it belongs.”
