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“Dov?” Levi’s warning tone comes from the corner, and, reluctantly, I release Aspen’s throat.

He’s right. I’m building up to climax now, and I don’t know if I could control how tightly I squeezed if I came with my hand around her throat. It was different when he was inside her with me, but he’s across the other side of the room, and I don’t know if he could act quickly enough.

I slow my strokes, and her body reacts to me, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts, even though they’re weaker than they would be if she were awake. I know what she likes from the times I’ve touched her, so I reach between us to play with her clit while I fuck her. Her back arches, her nipples harden, and I duck my head to feast on her skin.

Her breathing grows ragged and turns to little moans and cries and whimpers. I keep rubbing her swollen clit as I drive inside her. Her pussy contracts, tightening around me. Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer.

As I creep nearer to climax, every muscle in my body tenses, and the tendrils of one of my headaches crawls around the back of my skull like two sets of fingers planning to crush it. Still, I can’t stop… I won’t stop. Having Aspen’s body bounce beneath me like this, so willing and pliant, has been what I’ve dreamed of ever since my father brought her here.

The headache clamps harder, and my orgasm breaks. Calling it a headache feels like a misnomer. It’s more like a skull crusher, a blackout. The power of it, combined with my climax, is what makes me lose control. And in that moment of knowing nothing but pain and pleasure, all rolled into one, I have no sense of what I’m doing or who I am.

I feel her body, though, her pussy rippling around me as I fill her with stream after stream of semen. My cock jerks and pulses, and I roar out my release.

Gradually, I come down, and the fingers of agony clamped around the sides of my head finally start to relax. My body is sheened in sweat, and I’m breathing hard, my heart thudding. I stare down into Aspen’s face. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted. Her breathing seems a little fast, her perfect tits rising and falling, but she’s unharmed.

I didn’t hurt her.

Carefully, I slip out of her, but I don’t get off the bed. I sit back on my haunches and stare between her legs, at where my milky cum leaks from her swollen pink pussy. Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

Levi appears from the darkened corner like a specter.

He reaches into his jeans and pulls out his cock. He rubs the head across her lips, leaving a sheen of pre-cum, and pumps himself. He stares down at her mostly naked body, his blue eyes dark and hooded with lust.

I turn my face away, understanding that this is a moment for the two of them together. I’m not jealous of my brother, not for that reason, anyway. I’m jealous that he doesn’t suffer from the terrible headaches that plague me, or the way he can remember simple things, or that he can sit in the sunlight with his face upturned to a blue sky and not feel as though someone is driving daggers into his skull. I’m jealous that Aspen thinks of him as a normal man—or at least as normal as any of us get around here.

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ASPEN

My eyes are closed, which only makes all my other senses feel stronger. Endorphins from the orgasm Dov has just given me flood through my veins, mingling with the drugs I took to put me in this state.

I have no fears, no worries, just a happy, relaxed sensation of floating. Hands on my body, lips on my skin. My pussy is throbbing and wet with Dov’s cum.

Silky soft skin brushes my lips. Wet, salty pre-cum smearing my mouth.

Levi.

I know him well enough now to recognize his cock.

His fingers take hold of my jaw, pulling my mouth open, and he slides his erection across my tongue. I can’t react. I can’t suck or lick or even bite my teeth down on him. Can I even swallow? I’m sure the reflex is still there, but I can’t do it on command.

No, my mouth and throat are completely available for Levi to use, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

He reaches under my head, knotting his fingers in my hair for better control. He works slowly at first, testing me. He fills my mouth with only the first couple of inches before drawing back and sliding back in again. How must it feel for him, fucking a mouth that’s completely unresponsive? Does he like it better this way, or does he prefer me to be able to look him in the eye and moan around his dick?

His movements grow faster and deeper, nudging the back of my throat. His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling on the strands, which sends a pleasurable pain through my scalp. I can hear myself making noises, but I’m not in control of them. It’s like when I sometimes hear myself give a little cry as I’m falling asleep.

Will he come down my throat? Will it choke me?

I’m too far out of it to experience the normal twang of anxiety at that thought. I’ve trusted these two men to take care of me, and so I continue with that trust. Levi won’t harm me.

Normally, he’d be calling me names. Telling me I’m a slut and asking how many men’s cocks I’ve had in my mouth. This feels different, though. There’s a kind of reverence about how he’s taking me—as though he really believes I’m asleep and he doesn’t want to wake me. He doesn’t want to spoil this moment by calling me a whore, especially when I’m unable to say anything back.

A hand presses back between my thighs. A finger slides inside me, pushing the cum slipping from my body back into my pussy. I assume it is Dov, since I can’t imagine Levi wanting to get quite that up close and personal with his brother’s cum. Whoever it is, they start slowly and gradually build. A thumb presses on my clit, and more fingers join the first one, stretching me again. My wetness squelches with a sound that would be embarrassing, if I were awake. The fingers curl inside me, pressing on that secret spot on my front wall that always tilts me over the edge. They rub my clit at the same time, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of the cock filling my mouth and throat and the hand working my pussy.

I can visualize myself as though watching from above. I’m lying on the bed, my eyes shut, my limbs loose, and two men using me like a toy.

My orgasm builds again, winding me tighter than a spring. I have no control over it, completely at my body’s bidding. When it crashes over me, washing any conscious thought away with it, it’s fierce and powerful and completely internalized.