Chapter 19
Rosalind
Wrapping my arms around his neck, he holds my body close.
I lick the seam of his mouth, a low rumble coming from his chest when he parts his lips, giving me access.
We fumble over each other, a clash of tongues and heat.
I've never kissed someone before, but I understand the principle, so here's hoping he delights in it as much as I do. Every pass of his hands and sweep of his tongue has this need deep in my belly, growing and building until I can’t fathom taking it anymore.
Repositioning myself, I straddle his lap, my pussy perfectly positioned over his hard length.
“Steve, touch me.” I moan.
His hands push the straps of my dress down, and it falls to my waist. His hands trace my bond marks, cupping my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples as I rub against him.
I drag my fingers down his chest, feeling each and every muscle rippling beneath me.
In one swift motion, he rips his shirt from his body, and I press my naked chest against his, exploring his body with kisses.
Taking his hand, I push it between the slit in my dress, guiding him to cup my pussy.
His fingers explore each part until one of them nudges against my entrance.
His hands are big, each finger long and thick.
I've never had anything inside me before, but hell, I want it.
I desperately want it.
The connection I feel with Steve is like nothing I've ever felt, so I don't care if this is the bond or if it’s something else at work. What I know is at this moment in time, my body sings under his touch, and there's no one else I would rather explore this part of me with.
“Take my dress off,” I pant, reaching up and pinching my own nipples.
I barely feel the fabric as he tears it from my body, his strength so prominent it feels like the material was made of the most delicate tissue.
My legs are spread across his waist, wide open and ready.
His hand goes back to my pussy, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit as his finger repositions itself at my entrance.
I've propped myself up a little, so it’s up to me to sink down on it.
“Just stay like this, okay.” He nods in agreement, pupils dilated.
I look his body over, undoing his pants so his cock is free, his piercing catching the light.
I lightly run my finger along the side of his length, trailing the path of a vein that's begging to be licked.
His other hand moves to my hip, his fingers massaging my ass cheeks as I lower down to his first knuckle.
It's an odd sensation, like a combination of being torn open but also desperately needing more.
I can feel how wet I am as I easily move up an inch and then down to his second knuckle.
Leaning forward, he pulls a nipple into his mouth, and a guttural moan escapes me as I sink down all the way, letting my body adjust to the size.
“Take your time, princess.” He purrs as he releases my nipple with a pop. “When you're ready, I'm going to put another finger in, and then another. I'm going to stretch this pussy until it's ready to take me.”
There's something primal about his words because my body reacts as if it was given an order. I try rocking against his hand, my clit sending bolts of pleasure across my body with each sway of my hips. I feel his second finger ready and waiting when I pull up, holding myself as he adjusts his hand.
“Steve,” I gasp, my hand darting out, gripping onto his tusk. “It’s too much,” I moan. His mouth parts and his hips begin to rock in time with mine until inch after inch my body accepts him.
There is a small pinch about halfway down his fingers, my body opening up to him even more after the quick sting of pain.
The thumb of his free hand finds and presses against my clit, the rocking of my hips getting faster and faster.
My other hand flies to his tusk, both of my hands gripping and stroking as I move against him.
My body trembles as the first waves of my orgasm slam into me.
“Steve, Steve, Steve,” I cry out. Not caring if it wakes Bellator or, for that matter, anyone else in the city. My pussy sucks his fingers in, and I clamp down on them as he eases off my clit, gently rubbing it as aftershocks continue to roll through me.
My head rolls forward as I try to catch my breath. That was extraordinary. A pleasure I never anticipated to feel so good. One that I want more of. He eases his fingers from inside me, and I whimper from the loss of him.
“Rosie, there is a red blood on my hand,” he whispers, frozen in place as he stares at the evidence of my virginity.
It was to be expected at some point, but if you had told me a year ago that I’d lose it to an orc while I rode his fingers, I’d have had you committed to the nearest hospital.
“I have hurt you,” he whispers so softly I barely hear him.
“It's fine, I promise. It's normal for women when they experience something like this for the first time.” His brow wrinkles.
I'm not sure if he believes me, but there’s nothing to be done about it.
“It won't happen again. At least I don't think it will.” I press against him, my soft breasts pushing against his firm chest. “I want more,” I whisper, giving his lips a small nip, reaching my hand between us, loosening his pants even further.
Leaning back, I try to free his length, his pants still concealing half of it, when I'm manhandled and have the reach to push them down his legs.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I've not been with a human female before. I don't… I could…hurt you,” he gulps.
“I was made for you.” At least that’s what they keep telling me.
I can’t deny the bond marks appearing. The pull I have toward both of them, the instant connection, is something I’ve never had and never want to be apart from.
Even the idea of not being with them makes my eyes moisten.
A bolt of pain jolts my heart. No. They are everything I ever asked for.
I deem I’ve taken being in Hell rather well, and that’s mainly because my life back on earth was far worse than anything I’ve been exposed to here.
So if the question is between what I had back in my old life or the possibility of what I can make here.
There is no doubt in what path I’m picking.
“I’m sure, I want you to be my first.” I tamp down any jealousy that lingered when he spoke of being with others.
He already told me it is culturally appropriate to show off their manhood when wooing a female.
We were meant to meet when we did; everything before that is none of my business.
His cock stands thick and proud between us, a bead of pre-cum on the tip of his length. If I could compare it to anything, it’s about the size of a soda bottle… the family size ones.
“Are you sure it will fit?” I question my earlier confidence, halted in its tracks.
His fingers are big, but not like this. He positions my legs, so I'm spread and straddling him again, slowly pushing two fingers inside me. After a few pumps, he adds a third finger, and I gasp as my body adjusts. Shifting our position, I’m lifted, held safely at the head of his cock.
“You were made for me, princess. It will fit.”
I trust him completely, so if he says it will fit, then I have to try.
Nodding my head, Steve lowers me slightly when the soft sound of metal catches my attention.
Flicking my hair over my shoulder, I look back at the room and am confronted with the sight of Bellator lounging in the chair he had been sleeping in.
The leather skirt he was wearing is now on the floor beside him, his hand leisurely stroking himself as he watches us.
With each move of his hand, a row of piercings that run the length of his shaft tap against each other, clinking with each touch.
Seeing the way each bar catches the light as his hand runs over them has me clenching on the tip of Steve's cock, but it's not enough; I need more. “Oh God, I need more,” I pant.
“God will not save you,” Bellator purrs.
Excitement courses through me, having Bellator watch us, partaking in what Steve and I are doing, it lets my body completely relax, and I slide down the length of his cock until I'm fully seated, a shuddered exhale filling the room. I feel so unbelievably full. A stretch I never knew I needed.
Steve looks over my shoulder at Bellator.
They nod to each other, Steve holding onto my waist, as he slowly stuffs himself in me.
Giving Bellator a front-seat ticket to our show.
Rubbing my hands over my body, each stroke of my fingers leaving a trail of fire.
I try to wiggle out of Steve's hold, but he continues his rhythm.
“I want you to fuck me.” I spill out. Who even am I right now? I'm no vixen. I'm not sexually confident, but having Bellator watch us feels forbidden. I've completely ignored the fact that this is my first time and am going tits first into some sort of voyeur three way.
“Brother, come closer,” Steve grunts out, a bead of sweat rolling down his brow. “She needs to see you better.”
He stands, strolling toward us, never dropping his eye contact. I swear I can feel him even though we’re not touching.
“We keep the pace. Bellator, kneel. Princess, take hold of our tusks.”
Looks like I'm not the only one who can get a little vocal in the bedroom.
My breath catches as I let out a whimper.
I have no clue what I'm doing or how I'm meant to seduce my two bonded, but I think I'm only just realising that I don't need to.
My body sings when they are close, and now that Bellator is here and our trio is complete, everything else has fallen away.
I reach for Steve's tusk, my fingers lightly skimming the surface before taking hold of it.
“Yes, princess, just like that,” he pants.
Bellator drops to his knees, his eyes wide as he shuffles forward.
He looks between me and where I hold Steve’s tusk.
I feel his warmth just before his cock presses against my back.
If I moved a little or he knelt a little lower, he could enter me from behind, and I could feel both of them together.
Waving my arm out, I swipe and miss Bellator’s face. He’s still too far away from me.
“Closer,” I demand.
Steve’s thrusts are losing their rhythm, becoming more erratic and moving in sync with Bellator’s hand stroking his cock against my back.
I twist and reach out, finally taking hold of his single tusk.
The other one, a jagged stump, will need to be looked at another time because the moment I grab onto it, Bellator lets out an almighty roar as ropes of cum spurt up my spine.
The second I feel his body tense, my orgasm crests, and I cry out as it hits me like a lightning bolt.
I’m so lost in my own pleasure that I almost miss Steve going still beneath me.
His cock pulsing as a pressure grows deep in my belly.
Cum bursting from where we are connected, a glistening lavender coloured pool forming between my thighs and Steve’s lap.
Bellator moves in closer still, his hands taking his cum from my back and rubbing it into my shoulders and chest, swiping over my nipples.
Steve doing the same with his cum, but to my thighs and hips.
They are claiming me, and I love every second of it.
“Was that… was that the ritual?” I pant, trying to catch my breath and letting go of their tusks. Both of them snap their teeth and growl as I let go, but I don't feel threatened by it. It’s as if they detest the loss.
“No, Rosie,” Bellator rasps, pressing his head into the back of my neck. “The ritual is not complete until you take us both.”