CHAPTER TWELVE
I don’t think I have a favorite game, but it’s not like I can resist when Kellen has his face between my legs, licking my clit with four fingers stretching my opening.
“I ... I need to cum,” I plead. “Please...”
“Who’s stopping you?” Roan taunts, taking my jaw and pulling my face to his.
The deliberate teasing, the pressure of Kellen’s hands, his mouth, jerks my body, but it’s not enough. All the nerves that make me hit the peak are absent and the frustration of watching him eat my pussy like it’s his last meal and not being able to feel it has me snarling through my teeth.
“You’re still so wet,” Kellen states. “You might not be able to feel the nearly whole hand I have stretching your cunt, but your body likes it. It knows how often I’ve had you like this. On the edge of pain and pleasure.”
He rocks the whole palm of his hand downward. He rubs the upper wall of my vagina with the thrust.
My brain knows this would have felt amazing. Would have had my toes curling, but I only get to watch the motion and witness the bump and roll of his fingers gliding beneath my skin.
“You’re the reason I couldn’t be with anyone else?” I demand, recalling his earlier statement.
“You wanted it. Wanted us to train your pussy to know only us. To want only what we do to you.” Roan sits up and pulls his shirt off. He reaches down and undoes the buttons on his pants but leaves the material on. “We spent weeks teaching your body to obey. To break. To take everything we give it.”
“Our perfect human sleeve,” Kellen groans. “Our pet. Our greedy, cum hungry whore.” He pushes in deep and I cry at how badly I want to feel him. “Our Queen.”
“Hold her!”
Lukan hurries into the room with miles of Christmas lights. Already Lit. Flashing. Illuminating the glee on his face.
I am helpless, watching them bind me. They loop layers of wire around my wrists. My under arms. My knees and ankles. More get crossed across my torso.
Between my legs.
“No...”
My whimper is ignored as he feeds a blue bulb in my pussy and a green one in my ass with no resistance. The steady blinking turns the surface under my navel blue.
Then they step back and leave me dangling, suspended from the ceiling, legs pulled open, arms over my head.
The swiftness of their teamwork would be impressive if I wasn’t more concerned about a weird infection, or glass breaking in one of my vital openings.
I don’t even care how they managed to build a whole pulley system with miles of light, which I know Aunt Laura would never keep in her house, when I can’t tell if I’m flexing.
If I’m squeezing my walls. If the damn lights are already broken and the shards are embedded in my flesh.
The terror of it has my skin breaking out in cold sweat. It’s only the steady blue pulsing like a heartbeat that gives me mild comfort.
“Please take it out,” I beg. “What if it breaks?”
“Then you better not cum, your Highness.” Lukan smirks as he twists the cord up over my clit.
Tight. “But you can’t help it, can you? You’re just a pretty, usable doll.
..” He palms his cock and runs his eyes over his handiwork.
“We get to play with you. Use you. And fucking hurt you and you can’t cum.
That’s the game. Your rules, Rina. But this is better because you really are helpless to stop us. ”
“No, please don’t,” I beg even while I hear the drizzle of my pussy splattering across the carpet in a patter of moisture.
“Father loves his human sleeve.” Kellen fists the cord across my stomach, the one strapped between my legs. He tugs.
And I gasp as I feel the jerk. Feel the grind over my clit that sends my head falling back.
“Uh oh,” Lukan mumbles. “We better hurry. Think it’s wearing off.”
With the same efficiency, the lights are removed, and Roan is made to take the place between my wide knees.
“Get her ready for us,” Kellen murmurs in his ear, lips so close, Roan visibly shivers. “For me.”
The pleasure on Roan’s face, the way his eyes drift shut as if in reverence has my core seizing.
Has me clenching in anticipation for the cock Kellen is pulling from the wide V of Roan’s pants.
He doesn’t touch the appendage, but presses into Roan’s back, hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pushes them down.
The girthy shaft springs out, heavy and erect, and the perfect level to me.
But it’s not Roan who makes the next move. It’s Kellen, resting his palms on my thighs and guiding me forward. It’s Kellen impaling me on the other man’s dick and sliding me down the length.
Roan and I both gasp.
Me from the faint impression of getting filled. Roan from having me take him. Of having Kellen pull me up and over in slow, teasing strokes.
“Look how you’re stretching her.” He waits until Roan has opened his eyes and turned his head down to watch. “You’re making her so wet.”
I can’t stop staring, watching Kellen’s massive bulk loom over Roan, face against his ear, stroking his cock ... with me. Using me to pleasure him.
“Don’t cum, Aamon. Hold it for me.”
I shudder at the husky command. The torture on Roan’s face
“Ciaran, please...”
“Shh, no. That’s it.” He uses me faster. Harder on the throbbing erection stretching me. “You know I like seeing how thick and purple you get. How desperate and needy. You beg so beautifully and I fucking need you to beg. I want your cock to weep.”
Roan groans loudly and drops his head back against the other man’s shoulder. Kellen drops his head to the exposed pulse. He murmurs something I can’t hear that makes Roan sob.
“Ciaran!”
“Settle. She’s not ready to watch me punish you.”
“I am!” I blurt, shivering against my binds watching them.
Silver eyes lift on a face clouded with cruel pleasure. A face that is and isn’t Kellen. It’s the face of the creature wearing his skin, but beneath the layers, the mask is something every nerve in my body recognizes. A creature that has me hungry and desperate with recognition.
“Are you sure, my love? I’m going to fuck his tight hole while I stroke his cock with your wet cunt.”
My head is buzzing with that voice saying, fuck it. Do it.
But I still have enough sense to ask, “But you’re brothers...”
Kellen pulls me down to the base and rubs me in slow circles. I feel the sweet ache faintly but Roan is whimpering and panting.
“We are nothing,” Kellen corrects. “We were created, not birthed. There is no blood between us, though we are brothers by name. Father pulled each of us from a different need you had and built us to serve you. Without you, we are merely smoke and shadows.”
“We can wear different faces if that will ease your mind,” Lukan offers from his place in the armchair, casually stroking his cock, silver eyes watchful and hot.
I can’t think what to say to that. The offer is obviously the right choice, but which faces? And am I ready to watch them morph right in front of me into different people?
“I want your face. Your real face,” I decide.
“Not this time,” Kellen says briskly. “Think fast, my love. Aamon can only hold for so long and I’ll have to punish him twice if he cums when I have warned him not to.”
I realize Aamon is Roan. His actual name, and I can’t stop myself from tasting it on my tongue.
“Aamon.”
Roan’s eyes open to my face, big and pleading as Kellen — Ciaran — brings me halfway down his shaft before pulling back.
“Baby, please. You feel so good.” He whimpers when he’s made to take everything. “You look so good open and wet ... shit!”
He gives a violent shudder and scalding cum sprays my walls. The intensity of it, the inhuman temperature has me jerking as it burns.
Ciaran growls low in his throat with disapproval. He pulls Aamon out of me, along with a small flood of semen that splatters across the carpet.
“Aamon,” he sighs like he’s caught a misbehaving child leaving fingerprints on the TV.
Flushed with embarrassment and trembling, Aamon swallows. “I didn’t mean...”
To the delight of every twisted nerve ending in my body, Ciaran fists all that beautiful hair and wrenches Aamon’s head back. The deep, weak whimper from him is nothing to the absolute focus on the other man’s face as he dips his face just close enough to make me catch my breath.
“You will make this up to me later. Understand?”
Aamon gives a bob of his head that seems to satisfy the other man as he releases him and turns to face the figure watching the entire thing with sly amusement.
“Your turn.”
But I have other questions. “Why is your cum so hot?”
“It has to melt anything stopping us from putting a baby in you,” Lukan says, pushing to his feet. “It’ll cool down once we get you knocked up.”
My jaw drops, but no one’s paying me any mind as places are swapped. Ciaran claims the abandoned seat fully clothed and pulls a naked Aamon into his lap.
I shouldn’t enjoy the sight of them together like that the way I am. I know my brain has a lot of processing to do. I’m failing at it, at the moment. But I think it’s not supposed to feel as normal as it does. It shouldn’t feel like I’ve watched them like this a million times before.
It shouldn’t turn me on when Ciaran forces Aamon’s legs over both of his and pulls him back against his chest with a giant hand around Aamon’s throat.
“Aamon is right. You belong like this.” Lukan aligns his thick head and pushes in.
No foreplay. Not waiting. “I used to stare at your cunt while you sat on Father’s cock.
Your belly swollen from his knot. He’d finger your clit while discussing plans with his army.
He’d make you cum right in front of everyone, whimpering his name over and over. Legs kicking, pussy milking him.”
I can almost move my hips, almost meet and the hard, angry thrust that fills me with the tiniest pinch of pain.
“Our perfect queen,” he grunts, taking my hips and driving me down on him. “You would sit there for hours, drenching Father’s lap.”