“We’re going to fuck you until you can’t distinguish pleasure from pain.” Zogar’s voice vibrates inside me. He’s never threatened me like this.
“And each time you take the dragon’s huge cock,” Saxon’s fingers lightly fondle my wet folds. “His girth will split you in two, but his seed will restore your cunt, making you ready to take even more.”
The pulsing inside me increases, because I well know that both parts of what Saxon’s saying is true. While I’ve taken Zogar’s cock countless times now, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the intense stretch and fullness, but it’s also true that his body soothes mine, leaving me satisfied and undamaged. And with these men, I’m always ready for more.
“Have mercy,” I say, getting in to the game. “Please, my husbands, your cocks are large, and my cunt is very small.”
“Silence!” Zogar barks. “Your cunt. Every part of you, now belongs to us.”
I nod, wishing I could see their expressions, but also knowing it might temper the illusion of danger they’re working hard to create. Our vows reinforced what I already know—I may be theirs, but they are mine, too. And I can stop this any time that I choose to.
Suddenly multiple hands land upon me. Fingers tenderly stroke my skin, their caresses in defiance of their violent threats. My husbands’ hands massage and fondle me, they tease and rub and stroke me, until my need nears desperation.
Fingers pinch both of my nipples at the same moment two thick fingers impale me.
I cry out at the unexpected sharp pleasure, and another hand clamps over my mouth. “Quiet.”
I breathe against the palm—it’s Saxon’s. Two of Zogar’s thick long fingers are driving deeply and quickly, while Tynan’s fingers alternate between pinching and teasing my hard and overly sensitive nipples.
I whimper against Saxon’s palm.
“I said quiet,” he growls.
“Her disobedience requires punishment.” Tynan’s fingers vacate my nipples, quickly replaced by something tighter and colder that also pinches—clips like the ones Lucian put on his pet—and then I feel the sharp sting of a slap on my bottom.
My cries are muffled against Saxon’s hand, and the pace of Zogar’s plunging fingers accelerates.
“She definitely needs more punishment,” Zogar says. “It’s making her slicker.”
“That’s because she knows she deserves it.” Tynan spanks me again, and then tenderly rubs the warmed, stinging skin until it tingles.
Saxon’s free hand flicks the clips around my nipples, and Tynan spanks me again and again, until my ass grows so hot it might start a fire.
“My fingers aren’t enough.” Zogar’s fingers withdraw. “She needs to be stuffed by a cock.”
Saxon’s hand leaves my mouth, leaving me panting.
Lost in a haze, I lose track of their movement, until someone’s rod drives deep inside me. I cry out in shock and pleasure.
Saxon. It’s Saxon’s cock. He pauses for a short moment before vigorously pumping, driving so deeply I suspect he’s using the sides of my mount to brace his thrusts.
His face hovers over mine, and hard exhales join each of his thrusts to bathe my lips. I reach my mouth forward, hoping for a kiss, but he keeps his mouth just away from mine—but so close I feel the heat, and I grow even more desperate to kiss him.
“Do you like this?” he growls as his hips unrelentingly pump into me. “Do you like it, when I nail you to this board with my cock?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes!’
He immediately backs away, his cock sliding out of me, leaving my hips pulsing as if I’m still being pounded.
The cold clamps leave my nipples, and I moan in relief as the heat from the pinching radiates. The men’s hands travel over me, and the experience quickly shifts from rough to something tender and reverent, and the change is so sharp, my mind is left spinning, my skin unsure how to process gentle caresses in contrast to the forceful penetration.
My nipples are pinched tight again, and at the same moment, Tynan’s long cock slams into me, hitting so deep that I scream.
Zogar growls.
“She’s okay,” Tynan says. “We’ve done it like this before.”
I nod in agreement, although it’s hard to know if my gesture was noticed, because Tynan chooses that same moment to start slamming into me at an angle that slides me against the fur, even with me so tightly strapped against it.
