3. Reed #2
Roman's mouth finds her throat, teeth scraping the delicate skin while his hands massage her milk-heavy breasts. White streams flow over his tattooed fingers as he works the soft flesh, adding to the obscene wetness coating her body.
I circle her clit with my thumb, feeling it throb against the pad. "You want this, little girl? Want your daddy's cock inside this tight virgin pussy?"
"Yes—please?—"
"And your stepbrother?" I add a second finger to the mix, spreading her wetness, feeling how impossibly small she is. "You want Roman's cock too? Want both of us to share you?"
Her amber eyes go wide, pupils blown so dark they're almost black. A flush spreads across her chest, up her throat, staining her cheeks pink.
"Yes," she gasps. "Yes—want both?—"
Roman groans against her neck, his cock jutting thick and angry between his legs. "Fuck, hearing her say it?—"
"We're going to ruin you." I increase the pressure on her clit, circling faster. "Take turns filling this pussy with our cum. Keep you pregnant with our babies. You'll never know whose seed takes root first."
She sobs, chains rattling violently as her hips roll into my hand. Milk streams down her torso, pooling where our bodies press together. The scent of her arousal is thick, heady, driving every primal instinct in my brain to claim and breed.
"Gonna keep you swollen with our children," I continue, voice dropping to a rough rasp. "Tits full of milk, belly round, cunt always dripping for us. That what you want?"
"Yes—daddy—please?—"
Roman's teeth find her earlobe, tugging hard. His hands work her breasts with increasing roughness, thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples until more milk spurts. "Gonna fill you so full of cum it leaks out. Mark you inside and out."
I slide two fingers inside her pussy—tight, hot, soaked—while my thumb stays locked on her clit. She clenches around me immediately, inner walls fluttering.
"Such a perfect little cunt." I pump my fingers slowly, feeling how she grips them. "Made to take cock. Made to be bred."
"Oh god—oh god—" Her voice fractures, rising higher with each word.
"You're going to cum for us." I curl my fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside while my thumb circles her clit relentlessly. "Show your daddy and stepbrother how good you take orders."
Roman's dark eyes meet mine over her shoulder—feral, wild, barely controlled. His cock pulses, pre-cum streaming down the shaft as he watches me work her toward the edge.
"Cum, Rue." I press harder, faster, giving her no escape. "Now."
She breaks.
Her whole body goes rigid, chains pulling taut as her orgasm rips through her.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers like a vice, pulsing in waves that seem endless.
Milk sprays from her nipples as Roman squeezes her breasts, and the sound she makes—raw, broken, desperate—echoes off the dungeon walls.
"Fuck—" Roman's voice is strangled, his hands gripping her flesh hard enough to bruise as he watches her come apart.
I keep working her through it, fingers stroking inside her, thumb circling her oversensitive clit until she's sobbing, begging, completely undone.
Her cream coats my hand, dripping down my wrist, and the sight of her—flushed, trembling, absolutely wrecked—sends a bolt of dark satisfaction through my chest.
"Good girl," I rasp, finally easing the pressure. "Such a perfect little girl for us."
I withdraw my fingers slowly, watching her pussy clench around nothing as aftershocks roll through her petite frame. Her head lolls forward, espresso curls falling across her flushed face, chest heaving with ragged breaths that make her milk-heavy tits bounce.
Beautiful. Wrecked. Almost ready.
Roman's tattooed hands still cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples in lazy circles that keep her milk flowing. His cock juts thick and angry between his legs, pre-cum smearing his abs. The hunger in his dark eyes mirrors what's clawing through my chest.
But this isn't something we can undo.
I cup her jaw, tilting that gorgeous face up until her amber eyes focus on mine. Her pupils are blown wide, lips parted and swollen, skin flushed from throat to breasts. She looks at me like I'm salvation and damnation wrapped in one brutal package.
Maybe I am.
"Listen to me, little girl." I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, feeling it tremble. "Once we take you—once we put our cocks inside this pussy—there's no going back. You understand?"
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lip beneath my thumb. "Yes."
"You'll be ours." I lean closer, letting her feel the heat radiating off my body. "To kiss whenever we want. To milk whenever these perfect tits get heavy. To fuck whenever the need strikes us."
Roman's mouth finds her throat, teeth scraping. "Ours to breed," he rasps against her skin. "Keep full of our cum. Always."
She whimpers, chains rattling as she tries to press closer. Milk streams down her torso, pooling where Roman's hands work her flesh.
"No other men." I tighten my grip on her jaw slightly. "No escape. Nothing that'll make us stop wanting you, claiming you, filling you with our children."
Her breathing quickens, chest rising and falling rapidly. The flush on her skin deepens, spreading lower.
"You'll live here. Sleep in our beds. Wake up with our hands on your body, our cocks inside you." I watch her pupils dilate further. "Every morning. Every night. Whenever we decide."
"Yes." The word comes out breathy, certain. "Yes, daddy."
Roman groans against her neck. "Fuck?—"
"Say it properly." I cup the back of her neck, fingers threading through those wild curls. "Tell us you're ours."
"I'm yours." Her amber eyes lock on mine, then shift to Roman. "Both of yours. Always."