Chapter 30
Rosalind
“Are you ready for us, Princess?” Steve says as he pulls me off Bellator, lifting me until my legs hang limply against his stomach.
“I need to take you both?” Pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down, trying to ease my nerves.
I believe them when they say I was made for them, the way my body responds to their ministrations, the way I open for them.
I never felt an ounce of passion from any man back on earth, but the hunger I see in their eyes, it creates a lightning storm across my body. A yearning only they can ease.
Nodding my head, Steve sits on the couch exactly as we were the other day when he took my virginity.
I'm straddled across his thighs, legs spread wide. He looks my body over, eyes flaring when they land on my pussy. I should be embarrassed from the amount of fluids that coat me, but as Bellator steps into my back, settling down onto his knees, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Nothing could dampen the glow that’s building inside me.
“Never in my life did I think I would meet my bonded.” Steve’s hands roam over my body, Bellators soon joining his, smearing their cum over every inch of me until my skin glows in the light seeping through the shutters.
He lifts me, placing the head of his cock at my clit, the weight of his pierced tip perfectly pressing against me.
My hips rock involuntarily as my need for them builds.
Reaching out, I take hold of Steve’s tusks, for balance and to get the reaction I'm looking for.
Feeling the feather down velvet that coats them, having it slide between my fingers has me whimpering alongside Steve.
Bellator's hands cup my breasts, roaming across my soft stomach before circling down to my ass.
His finger easily slides inside my back hole from when he stretched it moments earlier.
Repositioning himself, Steve drags his tip through my aching folds, placing himself at my entrance.
He's not moving fast enough. I get the need to drag this out, but I'm desperate to feel full; it’s not enough.
This dormant part of me seems to crack open, and she is desperate to have her mates connected to her.
This animalistic need to consume them as much as they consume me.
Wiggling free, his hands slip from where he holds me perfectly placed above his cock, and I slam down on him.
My body taking every inch of his thick cock, filling me so completely it takes my breath away.
Steve growls as his piercing drags along my inner walls, my pussy fluttering around him from the speed that he filled me.
“Lean forward, bonded,” Bellator grunts behind me, “I need to see where my brother has taken you.” I feel his fingers move around my pussy, feeling how stretched I am around Steve’s cock.
“Should I enter you here, stuff you full of us?” His fingers move to my back hole, the clinking of his piercings as he positions himself.
“Maybe I will take you here? My brother took your womb door for the first time, so I think I will take your rear.”
The blunt head of his cock presses against my back hole, my body opening to take him.
“Mm…” I whimper. Barely hearing myself when I beg, “Please.” I push off Steve, leaning back into Bellator's chest. The movement causes the angle to change and pushes more of Bellator's length into me.
“Oh God,” I moan. The feeling of fullness almost perfectly satisfying me…
almost. Testing the motion, I rock my hips forward and back, Steve and Bellator's cocks easing in and out of me with each thrust. The connection I feel with them, the bond, threads together.
Each cell in my body knitting with theirs.
My orgasm builds, our bodies moving together as my orcs consume me.
“Keep going,” I moan, throwing my head back against Bellator's shoulder when he suddenly pulls out. The loss of him is so quick it’s cruel. I reach back, grabbing onto his one tusk. “Get back inside me now,” I demand.
He chuckles, “As you wish, Soulbound.”
Wrapping his arm around my waist, I expect to feel him against my back hole when his finger slips in alongside Steve's cock, stretching me just enough for his tip to enter.
Panting at the welcome intrusion, my body screams yes, yes, yes as each one of his piercings slides into me.
He doesn't count them like before, but I feel the little puff of breath on my shoulder each time he pushes deeper.
I am firmly seated, Steve in front, Bellator behind, both of their hard cocks throbbing inside me, my body pushed to its limit.
This is the feeling I was chasing. It finally clicks into place as we connect with each other, joined as we were always destined to be.
Steve holds my hips, keeping me steady as we move together.
The thought of both of their cocks inside my pussy, how they must feel rubbing against each other, their different, unique piercings stroking my inner walls as well as each other.
A tremor rolls through me, and I reach down, my shoulders sagging as my fingers rub my clit, the skin pulled taught increasing the pleasure, a deep moan escaping me as my orgasm begins to build again.
Steve nudges my hand to the side, his thumb replacing my fingers, keeping the rhythm I had set.
Bellator's hands knead my breast, his fingers pinching and pulling my nipples. Steve’s face is one of desperate concentration, his brow furrowed, panting as he watches the show in front of him.
“I’m so close… keep going…keep going… kee—” A white blinding light similar to the sun of this Realm pierces my vision as a thousand fireworks erupt all over my body.
I feel Steve and Bellator, the bond several times stronger than it was before.
Both of them roar, the room swallowing our cries as they fall over the edge with me.
Their cocks pulsate, my belly swelling from their combined cum.
It’s like my whole reality has finally clicked into place.
My life before this point was empty, almost as if it were another person’s reality.
Each breath I take is full of life. I feel my orcs loving and encouraging me.
We stay connected, not moving for some time, cum flooding from inside me as we share in this moment.
“I think… I think it worked,” Steve pants.
“Yes, that was—”
“Everything,” I say, finishing Bellator’s sentence.
“I had no idea it would feel like this,” Steve continues. “It’s as if my whole body is overflowing with the sheer amount you both mean to me. My love for my brother and my love for my bonded, completing me.”
“I like mating with you both.”
I snort out a very unladylike laugh from Bellator's blunt phrasing compared to Steve’s emotional one. The outburst clenching my belly, both of my orcs groaning from the pressure bearing down on them, a wave of cum following suit.
“What is the pleasure bud we touched as we mated?” Steve asks.
“My clit?”
“Mmmm. A pus-say and a clit. What funny names you humans have for things. I feel a womb door rolls of the tongue better.” Bellator's hands roam my body as he mumbles his thoughts.
I bear down on them again, laughing at the silliness of it all, I just fucked an Orc King and his brother, in the same hole.
Back on earth, I felt invisible, but here I have found my voice, I feel safe, empowered, I feel loved.
Propping my legs up on either side of Steve's thighs, I begin to push myself off them both, Bellator steadying me as I stand on the couch, my pussy now eye level with Steve.
We all whimper as I finally pop off them, releasing a torrent of lavender seed; the loss of their connection felt deep in my chest. My pussy aches so sweetly.
I don't have to touch it to know how used it will look, but at the same time, I like that it will be puffy and swollen.
The evidence of our connection, of us completing the ritual, has the ache turning to a throb of need.
My body opened up to them in a way I never thought possible.
I always felt I was shortchanged on the life I was handed on earth.
All I wanted was a partner who loved me as much as I loved them.
A union built on trust and attachment, but what I have felt with Steve and Bellator is so much more than I could have ever dreamed of.
It is devotion.
It is trust.
Love.
It is home.
Steve reaches up, his fingers stroking my very used pussy.
Breathing out a woosh of air, he parts my folds, finding and pressing one of his fingers inside.
I'm so sensitive my body flinches away, Steve propping one of my legs over his shoulder for a better look while I lean back on Bellator for support.
“Taste her, brother.” Bellator growls.
Leaning forward, Steve drags his tongue from my back hole to my clit, collecting our combined cum in his mouth, it smearing over his chin.
I feel when his lips close so he can swallow it down, the vibrations of his groan causing me to gasp as he keeps his focus on my clit, circling and sucking on it.
I'm already so worked up that it takes barely any effort to relax into my building orgasm.
My body suspended in their hold as he gently bites down on my swollen bud.
My fingers dig into the smooth skin on his head, I feel his tusks rub against my inner thighs and for the third time in as many hours, I come, crying out to my soulmates in ecstasy.