Chapter 40
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She could feel Vargr’s hands on her head and jaw, then his thumbs shifting aside the rope, pushing loops below her chin and also up, to roll beneath her nose. She couldn’t see due to the rope over her eyes but a second later he was pressing his thumbs into the corners of her mouth.
“Open,” he croaked, and she could hear his desperation. The man needed her mouth.
She almost smiled and her lips quivered despite his firm hold.
Pretending to deny him, clamping her jaw, that had its attraction, but there were vague rules to this she’d made up on the fly. Struggle-fucking Vargr had called it. She loved resisting yet being forced to give in and be dominated anyway, but she had to take care not to hurt them too much, or give them cause to accidentally harm her.
Besides, giving in now pulled at her.
With so much happening to her body that enthralled her, she was on the brink, on the edge, teetering. One push and all her rebellion would collapse.
Then Rutger pulled his cock out, to the very tip, and she was torn. Neither of them fucking her and that made her yearn to whine and wriggle and encourage them.
Rutger grunted, swore. “Want me to make her? There’s a steel medical gag back there, I saw it earlier. Do you want that, Cyn?” The last drawled words were threaded with wicked menace.
Fuck. No. And yes. Oh the threat of that unraveled her. She opened her mouth.
“We’re good.” He shoved in. “Aren’t we?”
She couldn’t answer, for Vargr had gone in deep then stayed there, at the very back of her mouth, almost choking off her breath. She spluttered then shuddered, felt wetness leak from her around where Rutger had inserted himself, and her sound jolted into a bubbling moan, as he shoved that properly into her too.
They began to fuck her in unison. Being taken by both beasters at both ends, sent her spinning into a mind-world where she was theirs and nothing else.
Rocked back and forth, sandwiched between them and bound and helpless, she was rammed into, skin slapping against skin. She was half-choked and struggling to breathe around what occupied her mouth and yet… and yet she tried to arch at the ramping up of tension throughout her body. It made her ankle bindings jerk on her wrists.
Their guttural noises as these males penetrated her and shunted in and out, the reactions forced from her body, this was the perfect denouement to them holding her down and securing her in their rope.
The pain from Rutger’s fingers buried in her flesh mingled with the pleasure and the uncomfortable stretching of her ass. His thrusts sped up, going that small distance deeper inside her, and she felt the swell and the sliding almost-pain at the flare of his cock-head spikes within. Then he stiffened and slammed in one last time.
His body also smacked into the dildo and drove it in deeper, and she screeched around Vargr’s cock, her fingers clawing. Her body was hurled unexpectedly into the furnace of a climax as Rutger jerked and came.
She found herself slumped, panting, and still blinded by rope but her mouth free.
Rutger withdrew from her and she heard him rise and walk away.
An exceptionally large dildo replaced him in a startling instant. Cyn squealed at the insult.
Vargr had fucked her with it, without hesitation or mercy. She squirmed. The cool plastic had been obviously different from hard male flesh from the first moment it plugged her.
Moaning pitifully, she shook her head, as if that would free her from this unwelcome intruder and let her deny Vargr.
Her pussy, however, traitorous thing, delighted in something big and new occupying it, and it clamped in on the ungiving material. So large it hurt. Echoes of her orgasm wracked her pussy with intensely aching spasms that stopped her breath.
“No. No,” she whispered hoarsely, feeling the original dildo sliding from her asshole. She knew what he planned. Not there.
“You mean yes,” Vargr told her, as his cock prodded her. He searched for her opening. “I’m using you here. You can take me. I’ve seen the size of what was in you.”
“Fuck!” She squeaked as he almost entered her. Then swore again repeatedly.
She needed to deny them, always. It made everything so much hotter. Except for once she truly was a little unsure, a little fearful. What if he was wrong, and she couldn’t take his size?
Her whimpers and writhing grew more frantic.
Then he swelled past that circle of muscle, and with no remorse he began to fuck her ass. His hands tangled in the rope that wound about her chest and arms. With her face half-buried in the mattress, she tensed, dreading the lance of pain.
He surely wasn’t as large as Rutger, but she whined anyway, as he forced his way in, then slowly she became aware of the strange mix of pleasure and pain that something foreign and wrong in her ass magicked up.
There was the heat of another body before her, Rutger of course. The mattress sank as he put his weight on it. He brushed her tied hands and feet.
The something buzzed. It touched her clit and pressed in. A vibrator.
Impossible pleasure erupted.
It vied with what Vargr did.
“Oh, oh. God!” She’d arched so strongly her spine hurt because it couldn’t go that way with her hogtied, and her wrists hurt also, but she couldn’t stop herself from reacting.
A dildo, a cock in her, tied up and this vibe on her, it was all too much, too overwhelming.
There was nothing she could do except be .
Pleasure swelled rapidly, mixing with the sensation of the cock now thoroughly invading her ass, and she cried out as he began truly thrusting. Grunting with each new drive of cock, he coerced her into a spasmodic full-on body rapture. The climax shook through her, rendering her animalistic and gasping. By the time it left her, she was wasted, her muscles spent. She heard and felt Vargr take the last few strokes inside her and climax, but could not find the strength to do anything except lie still and try to breathe.
Rutger chuckled and removed the vibe from her clit, switching it off. She felt them untie her and her limbs flopped where they lay. With a kiss Rutger tried to stir her. Her flesh seemed to have gone past what any woman could take.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” she found herself saying, as if that word was all she knew.
Gradually, she surfaced.
The rope was gone from her eyes, and the two of them were cuddling her, spooning her from behind and at her front. Who was where? She didn’t care, but…
“If you ever do that again, I may kill you both. I am…” She swallowed. “Dead.”
And all the bastards would do was laugh quietly and kiss her.
“I think it was a success,” Rutger said, still laughing. It was he who lay to her front.
“Yes. Let’s do it again sometime.”
“Bastards,” she said, curling up then feeling for both of them, her hand sliding on their muscles and horns and the sweat on their skin, both before her and behind her. She reassured herself that once again she had both of them with her.
Both. Mmmm. Yes.
Good.
The world was almost perfect.
Heartbeats thudded by in a forever rhythm, outside was distant and muffled, while in here was a haven from worries, from violence, from destruction and pain. She could have fallen asleep to the susurration of their breathing, comforted by having two hulking males surrounding her with their bodies.
But her mind ticked over.
“Hey, you two.” She struggled up onto her elbow. “I know this was fun, but shouldn’t we have one of those safewords like Rumpelstiltskin or something?”
“In case you hurt us? What say you wise, Vargr?”
“Us? Uhhh, yeah?”
She punched his arm and glowered at Rutger.
“Okay! Enough assaulting me!” Vargr reached up and dragged her down, kissing her ear and inhaling as if she smelled good to him. “Joking. Pretty sure you’d manage to kick our balls in even tied up, if you wanted to, pretty lady?”
She thought it through. She would, or similar. Enough to warn them for sure. “True. I will henceforth use kicking your balls as my safeword.”
“Shit. Look what you did.” Rutger smiled though and he lifted his hand to trace along her eyebrow then delicately down her face past cheek and lip to her chin. He thumbed her mouth. “You happy?”
“Mmm. I am. I like us together, just… When are we cleaning up?” Mess bugged her. If only the apocalypse had more showers, and hadn’t she vowed to remedy this last time? She began to rise and they both snagged her and pulled her flat.
“Soon.” They both said in unison, and she gave in, stayed quiet.
This was a good time to just be together. There might not be a lot of quiet and wonderful times like this once they reached the Radiation Zone. She had a question about that and Maura. Beasters had been proven radiation resistant in the past, and so she was likely that too, but what about humans like Maura?
Ask later. For now, be grateful for what she had.