“Yeah, cause she ain’t aiming to hurt me, you jackass.” I can practically feel Priest’s glare, but I’m too lost in Viking’s kiss to care. “Would you hurry the hell up so we can fuck her now?” His impatience comes off as anger, but I know he’s just eager.
Viking draws back, hissing when I bite his lip, unwilling to let go until he releases Priest's dick and slaps my pussy. I gasp, and this time they both share in the amusement.
“You ready for more, hellcat?” Viking asks. Priest’s cock tip sits at my entrance, and all I can do is nod because I never thought I’d be so eager for a man, let alone two, to take my virginity. “Good.”
The sting of Priest pushing up into me is close to unbearable until he slams up, and I cry out in pain. “Fuck, that’s good pussy,” he shouts. “Tight like a fucking glove. It’ll take us a lot of fucking to break her in.”
I bury my head in Priest's chest to hide my tears, a mix of pain and happiness for the praise. Closing my eyes, I try to breathe through the sensations.
“She crying?” Viking’s tone softens as his hands brush up and down my back and ass.
“Yeah, little hiccups. She’ll be alright as soon as you get your dick in her ass.” I shouldn’t be so turned on that they speak about me like I’m an object and not their lover.
Viking’s hands become rougher as he molds me in his palms, gripping each cheek and spreading them apart, showing off the forbidden hole he’s about to take. Feeling his hot breath on my heated flesh, I yelp when he takes a bite before letting go. The mattress moves as he gets out of bed, so I turn my head to watch him enter the bathroom and return a minute later with lube in one hand and a box of condoms in the other.
“What the fuck do you need a condom for?” Priest sounds insulted.
“Because I want to empty my load inside her cunt as soon as you’re finished. Better chance she takes us both that way.”
Confused, I glance between them, afraid to ask what he means while my body and brain are too overloaded with pleasure and pain. Instead, I focus on the sounds they make as Viking treats my body to another massage, and Priest begins slowly rocking my hips in a way that helps him move inside of me. Their attention carries me away into this dreamlike state where all that exists is pleasure.
They touch me and manipulate me into doing as they please, but nothing seems to register until Viking taps my back entrance. He’s gentle at first, pushing then stopping. Massaging, then moving. I don’t know how long it goes on for, but I’m panting by the time I feel his pelvis pressed to my ass cheeks.
“Christ, she’s the perfect vessel.” Viking’s voice sounds so far away. They talk to each other, but nothing registers until they start moving in unison.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” It’s too much. Too big. The feelings, the way they move, the way my body sucks them in and doesn’t want to let them pull back out. “No, no, no.” Tears leak down my cheeks as my orgasm builds. It’s painful and beautiful and too much for little old me. “Please, stop,” I beg, but they ignore me. “No more, I can’t…oh god.”
My whimpers and whines go ignored as I’m pushed to the brink and brought back from the edge. They don’t let me come. Not yet.
“Open your eyes, hellcat,” Viking hisses in my ear, his grip on my jaw intense. “Good girl.” His praise marginally relaxes me. “Give me your tongue.” Doing as he says, I offer myself up to him. He bites, then sucks, then licks, and I soak Priest with my pleasure.
Inhaling sharply as Priest hits a spot inside me while my clit gets worked over by his body, I release a scream of pleasure as they begin going at me harder. On the precipice of my climax sending me into orbit, Priest yanks my head back by the hair and smashes his lips onto mine before doing the same to Viking. They snap and snarl at each other, being aggressive in a way they can’t or won’t with me, and it sends me careening into such incredible oblivion that I pass out on Priest's chest.
I’m not sure how much time has passed when I’m awakened between them on my back, each with a leg over their hips, their cocks rubbing up and down my slit while they kiss, bite, and suck on my tits.
“Did I miss it all?” I whisper, trying to move my hands down and realizing I’m tied to the bed. “Oh my.” Glancing from my wrists to their grinning faces, my breath hitches.
“How do you feel?” Priest asks, kissing his way up my body and nibbling on my ear.
“Sore, peaceful.” It’s an odd combination. “Overwhelmed.” Never in my life have I been introduced to such decadent pleasure before, and I’m unsure how my brain chemistry will process it.
Viking takes the moment to roll over, pinning part of my body to the bed while he lies half on top of me, his head buried in my throat. Opening his mouth wide, he wraps it around the tendon connecting my shoulder and neck and sucks viciously before kissing the spot where he just marked me.
“Your body was made for sin, hellcat.” He leaks on my thigh as he rubs his erection against me.
“Why am I tied up?”
“Because we’re feeling a little more feral than normal, and if you touch too soon, we might start fucking you again before your body is ready.” Viking’s tone is low, violently intense, and I want to beg him to take me again now.
“Don’t even think about it,” Priest snaps, reading me like an open book. I pout, and he leans forward, biting my lip until it stings. “We’ll fuck this tight cunt again when we think you can handle it and not before.”
“I want to cover her in cum and parade her around like the claimed ol’ lady she is.”
Viking’s words steal my breath. I know what that term means thanks to Finleigh and some research I’ve done. Am I even ready for something like that?
“Wouldn’t she be perfect in nothing but a vest, bent over, and ready to take us one after the other until none of us can stand anymore.”
Moaning at Priest’s words, I like the picture he paints and can’t wait for them to carry it out.
