His cock stands thick and proud between us, a bead of pre-cum on the tip of his length. If I could compare it to anything, it’s about the size of a soda bottle…the family size ones.
“Are you sure it will fit?” I question my earlier confidence,halted in its tracks. His fingers are big, but not like this. He positions my legs, so I'm spread and straddling him again, slowly pushing two fingers inside me. After a few pumps, he adds a third finger, and I gasp as my body adjusts. Shifting our position, I’m lifted, held safely at the head of his cock.
“You were made for me, princess. It will fit.”
I trust him completely, so if he says it will fit, then I have to try. Nodding my head, Steve lowers me slightly when the soft sound of metal catches my attention. Flicking my hair over my shoulder, I look back at the room and am confronted with the sight of Bellator lounging in the chair he had been sleeping in. The leather skirt he was wearing is now on the floor beside him, his hand leisurely stroking himself as he watches us. With each move of his hand, a row of piercings that run the length of his shaft tap against each other, clinking with each touch. Seeing the way each bar catches the light as his hand runs over them has me clenching on the tip of Steve's cock, but it's not enough;I need more. “Oh God, I need more,” I pant.
“God will not save you,” Bellator purrs.
Excitement courses through me, having Bellator watch us, partaking in what Steve and I are doing, it lets my body completely relax, and I slide down the length of his cock until I'm fully seated, a shuddered exhale filling the room. I feel so unbelievably full. A stretch I never knew I needed.
Steve looks over my shoulder at Bellator. They nodto each other, Steve holding onto my waist, as he slowly stuffs himself in me. Giving Bellator a front-seat ticket to our show. Rubbing my hands over my body, each stroke of my fingers leaving a trail of fire. I try to wiggle out of Steve's hold, but he continues his rhythm.
“I want you to fuck me.” I spill out. Who even am I right now? I'm no vixen. I'm not sexually confident, but having Bellator watch us feels forbidden. I've completely ignored the fact that this is my first time and am going tits first into some sort of voyeur three way.
“Brother, come closer,” Steve grunts out, a bead of sweat rolling down his brow. “She needs to see you better.”
He stands, strolling toward us, never dropping his eye contact. I swear I can feel him even though we’re not touching.
“We keep the pace. Bellator, kneel. Princess, take hold of our tusks.”
Looks like I'm not the only one who can get a little vocal in the bedroom. My breath catches as I let out a whimper. I have no clue what I'm doing or how I'm meant to seduce my two bonded, but I think I'm only just realising that I don't need to. My body sings when they are close, and now that Bellator is here and our trio is complete, everything else has fallen away.
I reach for Steve's tusk, my fingers lightly skimming the surface before taking hold ofit.
“Yes, princess, just like that,” he pants.
Bellator drops to his knees, his eyes wide as he shuffles forward. He looks between me and where I hold Steve’s tusk. I feel his warmth just before his cock presses against my back. If I moved a little or he knelt a little lower, he could enter me from behind, and I could feel both of them together. Waving my arm out, I swipe and miss Bellator’s face. He’s still too far away from me.
“Closer,” I demand.
Steve’s thrusts are losing their rhythm, becoming more erratic and moving in sync with Bellator’s hand stroking his cock against my back. I twist and reach out, finally taking hold of his single tusk. The other one, a jagged stump, will need to be looked at another time because the moment I grab onto it, Bellator lets out an almighty roar as ropes of cum spurt up my spine. The second I feel his body tense, my orgasm crests, and I cry out as it hits me like a lightning bolt. I’m so lost in my own pleasure that I almost miss Steve going still beneath me. His cock pulsing as a pressure grows deep in my belly. Cum bursting from where we are connected, a glistening lavender coloured pool forming between my thighs and Steve’s lap. Bellator moves in closer still, his hands taking his cum from my back and rubbing it into my shoulders and chest, swiping over my nipples. Steve doing the same with his cum, but to my thighs and hips.
They are claiming me, and I love every second of it.
“Was that… was that the ritual?” I pant, trying to catch my breath and letting go of their tusks. Both of them snap their teeth and growl as I let go, but I don't feel threatened by it. It’s as if they detest the loss.
“No, Rosie,” Bellator rasps, pressing his head into the back of my neck. “The ritual is not complete until you take us both.”
Chapter 20
Rosalind
HELL N BACK - BAKAR ?
The city streets are quiet as we walk atop the stone road. I hold Steve's finger as usual, a blush crossing my face as I grab the same ones that were inside me not long ago. My orcs bathed me after our time on the couch, taking turns to wash my hair; however, not all of their cum was washed away. My skin has an illuminating shine to it that wasn’t there before.
It’s not something I've ever thought about, what it would be like to be loved. From the moment I understood what my life was destined to be, I'd accepted it, choosing instead to find joy in places that couldn't be taken from me. Reading, people watching, and food were all things that I could escape with. I saw my virginity as a tool my father could use, and I expected the night it was taken from me would be emotionless and cold. Being able to experience sex with someonelike Steve, to have Bellator with me as I gave that part of myself to them both. It was more than I could have ever hoped for.
Bellator walks on my other side. He wears a deep navy cloak over his shoulders, his leather skirt slapping against itself with each step. Steve had more clothes delivered at some point, so I matched their clothes with my own navy dress.
A united front.
Reaching out, I take hold of Bellator's cloak, gently tugging it to get his attention.
“Are you well, Rosie?” He asks, as we all stop walking.
“Oh, um. I'm fine. I was hoping to get to know you better.”
