Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
WREN
Loved and lewd. Pure and pornographic. Divine and dirty. I feel every powerful emotion, every beautiful sensation with Sire.
The world divides women into virgins or whores, when we’re both. We’re neither. We don’t believe in your goddamn rules. We know the truth.
This is my power. My desire. Yes, I feel it.
“Open your eyes, my angel.” Sire’s warm lips steam over my ear. His touch, everywhere I need him to be. His love blankets me with his praise, “Look at my brothers and show them how you come when you feel my cum dripping from your pussy.”
I do.
Every time.
I belong with Sire.
I bond with his brothers, anchoring to their lustful eyes on my splayed sex. On Sire’s fingertip, strumming my excited clit for them. On my pussy, pulsing after his brutal fuck.
“Good girl,” Sire praises. “That’s it. Drip with my cum. Show them you’re mine.”
The truth floods me. “Yes, Sire.” I clench my sex, feeling a drop fall to the wooden floor. It makes me scream through the orgasm suddenly rushing through me, my eyes locked on Nash, Axel, Jace, Loch, Grant, then Nick watching my claimed pussy come. Pulse. Drip.
I belong to their brother.
Will they care for me, too?
It takes a minute for my breath to return as Sire moves to my side, turning my head for his tender kiss. “Angel, do you need a break?”
“No,” I sigh over our lips. “I need more.”
“More?”
“Much more.”
I’m not holding back. Why should I? I can’t be any more aroused, any more vulnerable, any more trusting.
Coaxingly, Sire gazes into my eyes. “Then let’s get you ready for much more.”
He caresses my breast, and I moan, loving how handsome he looks, how dominant. All the men do, wearing suits and adding to the kink.
I’m naked except for a bustless corset and heels. Delphine dropped her robe. She’s nude. Zar is dressed in a suit, too, but as a queen, he’s proudly unzipped, displaying his double cock ring harness for Nick.
There’s something powerful about being exposed. Something royal about being watched. Yes, all queens should be worshipped like this.
“Loch,” Sire calls him, and I gasp. Loch’s allowed to test me? “Make sure my queen is ready for more.”
Loch cocks a grin, rising to his feet. Shrugging off his dark jacket, he loosens his tie before unbuttoning his starched shirt, revealing the devil tattooed on his hulking chest.
All I’ve known with Loch is partnership and respect. He always trusted my opinion when we met online, looking over mountain maps.
But he’s the kind of man, if you met him alone on a dark, wooded trail, you’d be overcome by an animal attraction. His face, primal perfection. His body, beastly beautiful.
Reaching for a bottle of lube and a Hitachi wand vibrator on the table, Loch tells Nash, “You know I love Alena. I’ll never touch another woman again, but I’ve been trained to serve our queens.”
Nash nods, his eyes narrowed. He’s not happy about this, but Delphine is.
Proudly, she’s smiling at Loch while Grant kisses her neck. The taboo undercurrent between them makes my legs, suspended in the air, start to subtly shake.
“You okay, Angel?” Sire won’t leave my side. He stands on my left, holding my hand wearing his wedding ring, while Loch joins us.
“Yes. I’m more than okay.”
Loch grins, looming on my right. When he pours a generous amount of cool lube over my warm pussy, my gasp is drowned out by his thumb clicking the wand, its buzz filling the room.
Loch stares down at me, his command intense, “You’re going to love how this feels, won’t you?”
I nod.
“That’s our good girl.” Loch licks his lips, gazing at my glistening pussy. “Now, relax and focus on your pleasure.”
“Oh God,” I cry out as he whispers the vibrator over my clitoral hood. Over and over, he barely lets it tease my hard nub. It’s excruciating ecstasy, making me writhe, the swing’s chains rattling.
“No, no. Hold still for us, Wren.” Power weighs Loch’s heavy tone, but his touch is featherlight. “We’ll always take care of you. You know that, right?”
I nod. I moan. I feel.
“Just like this,” Loch coaxes, his toying touch perfection over my pussy. “We’ll watch you get so swollen again. We want you ready to take us. Is that what you want? To feel how we’ll take care of you?”
“Yes… Yes…” I stammer through lust, through tears, feeling overwhelmed by Sire caressing my breasts, too. Everything is warm, wet, and welcome.
Circling the humming vibrations over my mound, Loch trails it down my inner thighs, up towards my pussy lips, down to my anus, before teasing toward my aching clit. “Good girl,” he praises, barely touching it, and making me tremble.
Loch knows what he’s doing. Like an erotic god, he’ll master your erogenous zones, pleasing way more than your pussy.
Thank you, Delphine.
And Congratulations, Alena.
I roll my eyes, moaning aloud, “This feels so good.”
“Mmm,” Loch admires my pleasure. “Brother, your wife likes it when her kings please her pussy.”
Loch taunts Sire, who taunts right back, “All the reason why I’ll please your queen one day, too.”
Nash barks, “The fuck you will.”
“Alena’s off limits,” Axel angrily agrees.
Why? What is it between Axel and Alena? I know he’s not in love with her.
But I catch the knowing smirk between Sire and Loch. Like, no one has to know. Like they’re making plans. For what?
I’d blurt my questions, but pleasure renders me speechless.
“You’re doing such a good job, Wren.” Loch’s deep blue eyes bore into mine, holding me, trapped on the edge of another orgasm. “Be a good girl and wait to come. We’re not done. Look.” He nods toward Sire. “Your husband really wants to please you, too.”
With panting breath, I glance at Sire. He’s hard again. Watching his brother torture me with a vibrator, he strokes off, gloating, “Ready for more, Angel?”
“I… I… I need to come,” I huff, desperately.
“Not yet,” Sire orders, and Loch withdraws his touch. Leaning forward, Sire cups my face, nuzzling his nose to mine. “Say what you really need from us, Wren. Don’t be shy with us. We’re here to take care of you, remember?”
Closing my eyes, all I can feel is the warmth in my heart, the deep ache in my cunt, the well of lust in my body. I don’t know where it ends, but I want to find out. I grew up, so starved for touch, for love, for happiness, for pleasure, and now…
I want to feel it.
Sire’s offering it all to me. He loves me. He wants me to have this.
“Both,” I sigh, opening my eyes. “I mean… two. I want two.”
Before my eyes, Sire crosses over.
The fallen angel rising as a wild, feral animal: I crave the savage look in his indigo eyes. It’s the one who leaves my loving husband behind and becomes the arch brute inside. I trust that later, my man will return. But now…
I want this beast.
“Play with her pussy.” Sire rips off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt while commanding Loch, “Don’t let her come until my dick is deep in her ass.”
I shiver as Sire steps behind me. Like they’ve done this before, Loch hands him the bottle of lube.
Standing in front of me with the wand poised over my pussy, Loch waits while I feel Sire crudely spreading my cheeks, circling lube over my tightest hole.
“Such a dirty girl.” Sire nibbles my neck, goosebumps erupting over my skin. “You want my dick in your ass tonight, don’t you? That’s why you’re tempting me with this naughty tail.”
Tugging on my bunny anal plug, Sire reaches around, plucking my pearled nipple, too. It traps my aroused gaze on Loch. Staring up at him, I gasp, feeling his brother, my husband, slowly pull my anal plug out.
“Yes, my lord,” I pant at the taboo, the pleasure, moaning when I feel Sire quickly press the fat head of his dick into my little gaping hole.
“I’ll go slow, Angel,” Sire coaxes with his whiskered lips to my ear. “I’ll make it feel good. Right? I’ve trained you. Tell my brothers what you beg for now.”
“You,” I rasp, feeling Sire pushing an inch inside me, stretching me while I stare at Loch and confess, “You, Pastor Rutledge. I love it when you fuck my ass like a dirty girl.”
“Fuucckk.” Loch’s eyelids drop with lust.
“Make her come for this.” Sire snaps him back.
Hooking his arms under my legs, Sire holds me with my back to his exposed chest, my legs dangling over his hulking arms. The swing supports half of my weight, the other half held by my husband, tilting me, exposed, and about to take his dick in my ass while presenting my empty pussy to his brother.
Oh. My. God.
I’m doing this.
And it feels so good.
“Do it. Make her feel good,” Sire demands. “Make her come while I fuck her ass.”
Loch licks his lips, focused on where I’m receiving, waiting, taking, trusting.
He circles the vibrating wand over my clit, making me cry out, lust exploding through my veins as Sire grunts, driving his thick cock all the way inside my ass.
It’s all white light and no noise except my scream while my orgasm is sweet destruction. I convulse with every sensation and none but the overwhelming pressure, the pleasure ripping my breath and vision away.
“Remember, Wren…” Loch’s throaty, aroused voice nears, his lips tenderly pecking my hot cheek. “You’re one of my queens, too. Always.”
His warm lips retreat, leaving his deep vow on my skin. My heart beats, happy. I believe Loch. I trust him.
In a pleasure haze, I watch Loch take a seat, close his eyes, and toss his chin back. He plunges his fist into his pants, stroking his hard cock. Alena. He needs her right now. It’s so sweet. So hot.
“More, Angel?” Sire holds me, his lips pressed to my ear. “Tell me. Tell us what you want.”
“More,” I beg, aching for this. “Double penetration. Please.”
There.
I said it.
I want it.
Now.
“Jace,” Sire calls another brother, and I moan, loving my husband even more. Trying to believe this is my life. My pleasure. My world, where so many men are devoted to me. Where so many women adore and support me.