Chapter 46 #5
“Easy…” Luca murmured, mouth brushing her neck. “Yo u’re going to feel full, baby. But we’ll guide you through it.”
“I trust you,” she breathed.
And she meant it.
He moved slow. Deliberate. His cock brushed against where I filled her, teasing, testing—while her body tensed beneath us.
She was already soaked from me, already overwhelmed.
And still… she opened for him.
Little by little.
Inch by inch.
Her head tipped back with a sharp gasp as Luca pushed in, careful not to break her open too fast.
She didn’t scream.
She gutted out air , breathless and split wide between us.
“I can’t—” she whispered.
“Shh…” I murmured, brushing my lips across hers. “Yes, you can. You’re doing so good for us, baby. So fucking proud of you.”
“You’re perfect,” Luca added, his hand tightening around her waist. “Just like that. Let us all the way in.”
She whimpered, trembling, stretched, trusting.
“Look at you,” I breathed, stroking her leg. “Being so good for your daddies.”
“So brave,” Luca whispered, kissing her shoulder. “So soft and open for us. You don’t even know how beautiful you are right now.”
“You’re taking us like you were meant to,” I said gently. “Letting us in—deep, slow. No fear. Just love.”
“You’re doing everything right, baby,” Luca added. “Letting go for us. Giving in. Letting yourself be ours. ”
I kissed her jaw, slow. “That’s it. Just breathe through it. We’ve got you. ”
Tear ran down her cheek.
Luca caught it with his thumb, brushing it away with the gentlest touch.
“Is it starting to hurt, baby?” he whispered, voice thick with awe.
She nodded, barely.
“Aww, it’s okay,” I murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You’re doing so fucking good. Taking it for us.”
“Our sweet girl,” Luca whispered, pressing his chest to her back. “Hurting just a little… splitting open for her daddies.”
“You’re letting us fill every inch of you,” I breathed. “Letting it ache so we can own you.”
She whimpered again, and I felt her clench—her body trying to hold both of us, trying to please both of us.
“Look at her,” Luca said, voice wrecked. “Still giving. Still opening.”
I slid my hand down, brushing across her stomach, then lower—until my fingers found her clit, swollen and slick with everything we’d given her.
She gasped, her back arching between us.
“Oh, baby…” I groaned. “You’re shaking. So sensitive. So ready.”
Luca reached around, his hand cupping one of her breasts, thumb flicking gently across her nipple.
She cried out—soft and raw.
“There it is,” he murmured. “That sound. That’s what we live for.”
“You feel that?” I whispered, circling her clit slowly as she tried to hold still. “That pressure building? That stretch? That’s love, baby. That’s us giving you everything.”
“Lean back into me,” he whispered. “Let it feel good now, baby. You’ve earned that. You’re taking all of us—let us give something back. ”
She did. Her spine arched softly, head tipping against Luca’s shoulder as her breath shook apart.
“God, you’re perfect,” I breathed, watching her surrender. “Still holding us… still begging without a word.”
I bent down and took her nipple into my mouth—slow, deliberate—drawing a moan from deep in her throat as her body clenched again.
Luca groaned behind her. “She’s so fucking sensitive,” he murmured, his hand gliding lower.
I let my hand slide away, and he took over—fingers slipping between her thighs, circling her clit.
“Shh,” Luca soothed. “Let it build. Don’t fight it, baby. You’ve taken the pain for us… now take the pleasure too.”
“You feel that?” I kissed along her chest, “That’s us loving you the only way we know how. Deep. Possessive. All at once.”
I dragged my tongue in a slow circle, then took her nipple fully into my mouth—sucking harder this time, flicking it with just enough pressure to make her cry out. She arched into it.
Luca’s hand was still between her thighs, stroking her clit in smooth, precise motions.
“God, you’re soaked,” he groaned against her neck. “You like it when we push you, don’t you? When it hurts and feels good at the same time?”
“You love being filled like this,” I rasped, releasing her nipple. “Two cocks buried in you, our hands all over you… fuck, baby, you were made for it.”
“Look at you,” Luca whispered, voice low. “Taking the stretch, taking the pressure, and still opening up for more. That’s our girl.”
“So fucking good,” I breathed, my mouth moving to her other breast, dragging my tongue slowly before teasing it with my teeth. “So obedient when it matters. Letting us touch every inch of you.”
“Letting us wreck every inch,” Luca added, stroking her faster now, watching her hips twitch in response. “You want to come, don’t you, baby? You want to come while we’re still inside you?”
She whimpered—shaky, breathless, already unraveling.
“But you’re waiting,” I murmured, voice tight with restraint. “Because we haven’t told you to come yet.”
“That’s why you’re perfect,” Luca whispered. “Because you listen. Even when your whole body’s begging.”
She whimpered—shaky, breathless, already unraveling.
Luca’s hand left her clit, moving up to her chest, fingers brushing the other nipple. Then he pinched, gentle but firm, rolling it between his fingers until her hips jerked.
I sucked harder on the one in my mouth, groaning against her skin as her entire body tightened between us.
Finally—together—we pushed deeper.
All the way.
Both of us.
Buried inside her.
She cried out—half-moan, half-shock—as her body stretched to take it, trembling violently in our arms.
I lifted my head, lips wet, breath ragged.
“Look at that, baby,” I murmured, voice thick with awe. “You did it.”
“You took us,” Luca whispered, his hand still toying with her nipple, his mouth at her ear. “All of us. All the way.”
“You did that for your daddies,” I breathed. “Letting us claim every inch. Letting us ruin you slow.”
Luca dragged his teeth along her shoulder. “She’s already close. Feel how tight she is?”
“I feel her. ”
Her legs tried to shift, to close, to escape —but she couldn’t. We had her locked down.
“Too much?” I asked.
Her voice was strangled, barely a whisper. “Green,”
My hand pressed firmer against her throat — her eyes fluttered, unfocused — her entire body clenching hard around us both.
“Come on both your daddies’ dicks, baby. Let us feel you.” I whispered into her ear.
And then it hit. A strangled sob tore from her mouth as her body locked tight. She gushed. Harder than before. Her whole body arched.
I held her face, until her glassy eyes locked with mine.
“Color.”
I clenched my eyes shut for a second—because I was losing it.
“Baby,” I said, voice low, “give us a color.”
“Green,” she gasped, arching her hips. “So fucking green, Bastion.”
Breathless. Broken. Still green.
I kissed her—slow, then pressed my palm over her stomach, grounding her.
“We’re going to fuck you now.”
“No more slow, baby,” Luca said behind her, voice thick with restraint. “No more holding back.”
We moved together—filling her—stretching her until her breath hitched into a sob.
I kissed her again, swallowing the sound.
“And you come,” I whispered. “You come on our cocks as much as you want.”
“You earned it.” Luca shifted, hooking her thighs up higher, locking his arm beneath her knees. Holding her wide open—for both of us .
I thrust forward as he pressed deeper.
And she shattered between us.
She screamed—raw and holy—as we fucked her together. And she took it. Spread open, completely ours, she let us wreck her without hesitation.
We didn’t stop until she was breathless—shaking, ruined, drunk on pleasure.
But it was the look in her eyes that undid me.
The trust.
The love.
When she looked back at me like that—like we were everything— I broke.
I grabbed her jaw. “One more. You give us one more —and we’ll fill you. We’ll come inside this perfect body and mark you from the inside out.”
She choked out a sound. Her body clenched.
“Let go,” Luca whispered. “Be our sweet girl— and make us come inside you. ”
We didn’t speed up. We didn’t get harsher. We just stayed steady.
Dominant. Deep. Possessive.
Fucking her with the kind of control that broke her from the inside out.
And then she shattered.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body, gushing again, locking around us so tight it dragged our orgasms out of us.
“ Fuck, ” Luca voice cracked as she locked down on us, finishing us.
“Take it,” I whispered low against her ear. “Every… fucking… drop. That’s it, baby. Good girl . Our. Good. Fucking. Girl.”
She cried out — soft, broken, — as we filled her .
Her body milked us both, pulsing and twitching with aftershocks.
We stayed there.
Deep.
Inside.
Spent. Smeared in us. Ours.
It took me a minute to get my breathing back, and then I looked at her. She was quiet. I liked her fucked. But I didn’t like her that still. My heart started racing.
“Baby,” I placed palm resting flat over her chest, mainly needing to feel her heartbeat. To calm myself down. Luca must of felt her how still she was against him, his hand going to her wrist. “You still with us?”
She didn’t answer.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t fucking move .
“Baby,” I said again, louder now. My palm was flat over her chest—right where her heart should be pounding.
But I couldn’t feel it.
Not yet.
Luca’s hand slid to her stomach, fingers spread wide.
He was trying to feel her breathe.
“She’s too still,” he muttered. “I can’t—” His voice broke.
I closed my eyes.
And I counted.
One.
There it was. Faint. Fluttering.
Two. Three.
Too fast.
Four.
Still no breath.
“I can feel her heart,” I said, voice thin. “But she’s not breathing. ”
Luca didn’t answer.
He was frozen behind her, his hand pressed to her stomach like if he let go, she’d slip away completely.
I leaned in, pressing my forehead to hers, grounding the ache in my chest.
“Come on, baby,” I whispered. “Just one breath. That’s all I need. Just one.”
I counted again.
Five. Six. Seven.
Still nothing.
We hadn’t gone too far.
We’d asked her color. Watched her. Loved her.
But maybe that wasn’t enough.
Maybe our kind of love was too much.
Her lips parted slightly.
A sound—broken, breathless—escaped.
Then her stomach rose.
Just a little.
Enough for Luca to choke out a sound that wasn’t quite relief and wasn’t quite fear.
“She’s breathing.”
But she didn’t move.
Didn’t open her eyes.
Didn’t speak.
I didn’t pull my hand away from her chest.
I needed to feel it.
Every beat.
Every flicker of proof that she was still here.
Luca didn’t speak again. He just wrapped one arm tighter around her ribs, pulling her firmly into his chest.
I kept my other hand braced under her thigh, still inside her.
But she was too quiet .
Too limp.
She needed rest now.
We had taken everything—and she’d given it all.
“Slow,” I said low. “We move slow.”
Luca nodded.
Together, we eased out of her.
Carefully. She didn’t stir.
We pulled her gently between us.
Luca tucked her against his chest, his hand never leaving her stomach.
I curled around her from behind, palm still resting over her heart.
Counting.
Still counting.
She didn’t wake.
But she breathed.
Soft. Steady. Safe.
And so we held her. Not because she needed us to. Because we needed it.
She didn’t just give us her body tonight. She gave us her soul — and we marked it ours.
But she took ours too.
And she could keep them.
Forever.