Epilogue #2
"Everything you need." Reed's palm slides lower, between my legs where I'm already wet and aching. "Everything you deserve."
Reed's fingers slide through my folds, and he groans low in his throat. "Already soaked for us, little girl. Your body knows what it needs."
"Please." I arch into his touch, desperate for more.
Roman's dark eyes fix on my chest, and I watch his pupils blow wide with hunger. "Look at her, dad. She's already leaking."
I glance down to see tiny white droplets beading on both nipples, and heat floods my cheeks. My breasts have been so sensitive since the pregnancy confirmation, fuller and heavier than before, constantly aching for relief.
"Fuck." Reed's voice drops to gravel. "Nothing better than our girl all milky and fertile."
"Full of our baby and still dripping for us." Roman's thumb catches one pearly drop, bringing it to his lips. His eyes roll back as he tastes it. "Christ, Rue."
They don't wait for permission. Reed's mouth closes over my right breast while Roman claims the left, both of them latching on with the same desperate hunger they showed that first night in the dungeon.
The dual sensation shoots straight to my core—their hot mouths sucking hard, pulling the milk from my swollen flesh.
"Oh god, daddy—" My fingers tangle in Reed's salt-and-pepper hair as he drinks deep, his beard scraping the sensitive skin around my areola. The pull of his mouth is relentless, drawing out more and more until I'm gasping.
Roman's hand slides between my thighs, his fingers stroking through my wetness while he nurses. His tongue works my nipple, coaxing out every drop as I leak freely into his eager mouth. The obscene sounds they make—low groans of satisfaction, the wet suction—makes me clench around nothing.
"So fucking sweet." Reed releases my breast with a wet pop, milk glistening on his lips and in his beard. His steel-gray eyes are absolutely feral. "Love that you're making this for us. That your body's changing because we bred you."
"Best fucking taste." Roman switches to my other breast, the one Reed just released, lapping up what my stepfather left behind. His fingers push inside me, two thick digits stretching me open while he drinks. "Could spend all day right here."
Reed's mouth returns to my abandoned nipple, and they establish a rhythm—sucking, releasing, switching sides—that keeps me on edge.
My hips rock against Roman's hand, chasing friction as the pressure in my breasts builds and releases over and over.
Milk flows freely now, coating their lips and chins as they drink their fill.
"That's it, little girl." Reed's free hand cups my jaw, forcing me to watch them both nurse from me. "Feed your stepbrother and your stepdaddy. Show us what a good girl you are."
The praise combined with the dual stimulation—mouths on my breasts, Roman's fingers pumping inside me—pushes me closer to the edge. I'm writhing between them, completely at their mercy as they take what they want from my body.
"Please, I need?—"
"We know what you need." Roman's thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure. "Gonna give you everything, sweetheart."
The pleasure builds too fast, too intense. Their mouths on my breasts, Roman's fingers inside me, the knowledge that I'm carrying their child—it all crashes together in a wave that steals my breath.
"Come for us." Reed's command vibrates against my skin. "Want to feel you fall apart."
Roman's thumb presses harder on my clit, and I shatter.
The climax rips through me so hard my vision whites out.
Milk sprays from both nipples as my body convulses, coating their faces as they refuse to release me.
They keep nursing through it, drawing out the sensation until I'm sobbing their names.
"Beautiful." Roman finally pulls back, milk dripping down his chin. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
Reed releases my other breast, his beard wet and glistening. "Not done with you yet, little girl."
Reed shifts beneath me, his massive frame settling deeper into the mattress with a low exhale that rumbles through his chest. The bed dips under his weight as those strong, calloused hands grip my waist with possessive certainty, fingers spanning nearly my entire torso as he lifts me with effortless strength.
My feet leave the sheets entirely as he maneuvers me over him like I weigh nothing at all.
His cock stands thick and rigid between us, jutting up from the dark hair at his groin, the swollen tip already glistening with precum that catches the dim light.
The sheer size of him never fails to steal my breath—even after all these weeks, all the nights he's claimed my body, the sight of him fully aroused still makes my pulse skip with equal parts anticipation and nervousness.
My heart hammers against my ribs as he guides me down with deliberate control, those steel-gray eyes never leaving mine as I settle over his hips.
The heat radiating from his skin burns through me as my thighs spread wide over his muscular legs, the stretch pulling at muscles still tender from our earlier activities.
His hands remain at my waist, thumbs stroking small circles against my skin as he positions me exactly where he wants me—completely open and vulnerable above him, milk still glistening on my breasts from their devoted attention just moments before.
"Wait." His voice rumbles through his chest as Roman moves behind me. "Want to try something different tonight, little girl."
I glance over my shoulder to see Roman kneeling on the bed, his dark eyes fixed on where I'm perched over his stepfather. His chest rises and falls rapidly, those roses and thorns shifting with each breath.
"Both of us." Reed's fingers dig into my hips. "Same time. Same place."
My eyes go wide. "You mean—both of you in my?—"
"In this perfect little pussy." Roman's palm smooths up my spine. "Never done it before, but fuck, Rue. Need to feel us both filling you together."
"I don't know if I can?—"
"You can." Reed's steel-gray eyes bore into mine with absolute certainty. "Your body was made for us. Made to take everything we give you."
Roman's hand joins his father's at my waist, and together they guide me down. Reed's thick length presses against my entrance, and despite how wet I am—milk still dripping from my breasts, arousal coating my thighs—the stretch is intense as he pushes inside.
"Oh god—" I gasp as Reed fills me inch by inch, his girth spreading me impossibly wide.
"Breathe, sweetheart." Roman's lips brush my shoulder blade. "Just relax for us."
Reed bottoms out, buried completely, and holds me still. The fullness is overwhelming, my walls clenching around his cock as I adjust. Then Roman's fingers slide between my legs from behind, coating himself in the wetness leaking around Reed's shaft.
"Ready, little girl?" Reed's thumb strokes my hip bone.
I nod, unable to form words.
Roman lines himself up, and the pressure of his tip pressing against my entrance—where Reed already fills me—steals my breath. He pushes forward slowly, carefully, and the sensation of being stretched even further makes my head spin.
"Fuck, that's tight." Roman's voice shakes as he works himself inside, millimeter by millimeter. "So fucking tight."
Tears prick my eyes—not from pain but from the sheer intensity of having them both penetrate me together.
My body yields reluctantly, stretching to accommodate both thick cocks pushing deeper.
Reed holds completely still beneath me, letting Roman work his way in until finally—finally—they're both buried to the hilt.
"Holy shit." Roman's forehead drops to my back, his whole body trembling.
"Feel her?" Reed's hands tighten on my waist. "Feel how perfectly she takes us both?"
I can't speak. Can't think. Can only feel the impossible fullness, the way I'm stretched so completely around them both that every tiny shift sends sparks through my core. Milk leaks steadily from my nipples, dripping onto Reed's tattooed chest as I struggle to adjust.
"Gonna move now." Reed's voice drops to pure gravel. "Gonna fuck this fertile little pussy together and fill you so full our cum has nowhere to go but deep."
They start to thrust.
The first thrust punches the air from my lungs. They move together—Reed driving up as Roman pulls back, then switching—creating a rhythm that keeps me constantly, impossibly full. Every nerve ending in my body lights up at once, pleasure so intense it borders on too much.
"Daddy—" The word breaks on a sob as Reed's hips snap upward, driving both of them deeper.
"That's right, little girl." His steel-gray eyes burn into mine. "Your daddy's here. Got you."
Roman's teeth scrape my shoulder blade, his breath coming in harsh pants against my skin. "Love knowing we're both claiming you at the same time."