46. Camilla
Their hands are everywhere, and although there’s only four of them, it could be ten for all I know, I’m so lost in their touch.
Kovu and Kaos move as a team, and I shove the uncertainty of that fact down because I need them to touch me.
Watching them work today, seeing how they methodically tortured Eric in an attempt to get the answers from him in a way that was obvious it wasn’t their first time, got me all kinds of hot and bothered. Does that make me fucked up? Yep. But I don’t care.
Right now, all I care about is what they’re doing to my body.
“You’re going to do everything we tell you, aren’t you, Princess?”
“Yes,” I murmur, forcing my body to remain still as Kaos drags his hands down my back to my still-stinging ass. I’m not sure how what he gave me was only two spanks because I’m still on fire.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I allow my eyes to fall closed as my breath hitches. I don’t know if it was the complete lack of positive reinforcement growing up, but boy do I seem to have a praise kink.
Kovu chuckles as his thumb moves over my bottom lip. “You’re so responsive to us, Little Lamb. I can’t wait to watch you come all over us.”
I open my mouth to respond, but he shakes his head, making me snap it shut again.
“One day soon, we’re going to fuck you together. Maybe I’ll be in your pretty cunt while Kaos takes your ass, or maybe we’ll both fuck that tight little pussy at the same time.”
I groan at the image that pops into my mind and force back the doubt that creeps into my mind. I shouldn’t want that, should I?
“She likes that idea, brother.” Kaos chuckles from behind me a moment before I feel his hot breath on my sensitive heat, making me shudder with need. They haven’t even touched me, and I’m ready to fall apart for them.
“So do I.” Kovu winks. “But you’re not ready for that just yet, and while I love the idea of stretching you to your limits, I also want you to love every second.”
I’m about to tell him I can’t imagine I wouldn’t, but he gives me another small shake of the head, and once again I snap my mouth closed. I don’t think I’ve ever followed orders this well in my life, but apparently the promise of pleasure is enough for me to keep my mouth shut.
“Kaos is going to taste you before he fucks your pretty pussy, while I fuck your luscious lips, and then once he’s come and you’re full of his release, I’m going to fuck it back into you. Keep you nice and full of us. How does that sound?”
This time, there are no words that come to mind, just a strangled moan as Kaos’s tongue swipes through my folds.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my aching sex, and I lean into Kovu’s palm, still resting against my cheek. “She tastes so fucking good.”
“I know. The second I got my mouth on that perfect cunt, I was hooked.”
Their filthy mouths have heat flaring in my cheeks, but I’m lost in them. Everything about these two savage men makes my core tighten, and it’s not lost on me that just a few weeks ago, Kaos hated me with a fiery passion, and now he’s kneeling behind me, eating my pussy like his life depends on it.
I gasp when his teeth graze my clit, but quickly find myself pushing back on him, desperate for me.
He chuckles, and the vibration has a moan slipping from my throat that I don’t even pretend to try to stop. “You’re not coming anywhere other than on my cock, Princess.”
I try to shoot a glare over my shoulder, because after that afternoon with Bishop, I’m not sure I’m capable of controlling my orgasms, but Kovu holds my head in position, keeping my gaze on him, pumping his cock in slow, controlled strokes.
“You gonna be a good girl for us, Little Lamb?” he asks, but before I can respond, he slips his thumb between my lips.
I lap at the finger, lightly grazing it with my teeth as Kovu’s gaze darkens. “Fuck. You ready for me to fuck your face, baby?”
“Yes,” I murmur around his thumb, and he makes quick work of slipping it from between my lips. The angry-looking head of his cock nudges against my lips, and I open without thought. I want this. I want him. I want everything they can give me, even if that’s not wise. Even if I shouldn’t be handing myself to the two most psychotic men I’ve ever met, I can’t stop myself. Not when it feels so fucking good.
I moan around his length as he slips deeper, and I desperately try to remember how to breathe when he nudges my throat.
“Holy fuck,” Kovu groans. “Your mouth is so fucking warm, baby, so fucking wet. I can’t be gentle. Can I fuck your throat, Camilla?” The desperation in his voice makes it impossible for me to say no, and as soon as I nod, he withdraws until it’s only the head resting on my tongue.
I lap at the smooth underside of him for a moment before he surges forward, the head nudging the back of my throat and causing my gag reflex to activate.
“Fuck, you should see her pussy clenching,” Kaos moans against me.
My entire body is overheating under their touch, and when Kovu threads his fingers through my hair and holds me steady, all I can do is clench my fists into the soft sheets and hold on tight.
His next thrust is harder than the first, but I manage to keep myself from gagging, and his eyes gleam down at me. “You’re doing so good, Little Lamb. Next time you feel like you’re going to gag, I want you to swallow around me. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you be a good girl for me?”
I try to nod around him, but I don’t think he needs it. He surges forward again, and tears fall against my cheeks from the pressure in the back of my throat. I do as he said and swallow when I’m about to gag, and then he slips deeper, tearing a roar from his throat.
“Holy fuck, Little Lamb,” he groans. “I’m going to have to use this pretty mouth of yours every fucking day if this is how good you suck cock.”
I clench around nothing, and Kaos’s chuckle from behind me is all the evidence I need that he sees how much I like that idea.
Between the way Kovu fucks my mouth, his hands clenched in my hair with every thrust, and how Kaos’s mouth devours my aching pussy, I’m completely overwhelmed, and yet I don’t want them to stop. I never want them to stop.
Two thick fingers nudge at my entrance, and I moan around Kovu as they push deep, making me feel impossibly full. I have no idea how I’m going to take his cock if this is just his fingers, but that’s an issue for future me to deal with.
“You’re so fucking wet, Princess. I think you like it when we treat you like our good little whore. Don’t you, babe?” He flicks his fingers against the spot inside me that threatens to detonate my orgasm, and I sob against the short hair at the base of Kovu’s cock.
I’m so close to the edge I can barely think to breathe each time Kovu retreats. All I can think about is my need for release, but Kaos keeps me on the edge without allowing me to tumble over. It’s like he knows my body better than I do, and at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if he does. If they all do.
Each time they’ve touched me it’s been better than I could ever imagine, but this is something else. This is all-consuming. And I’m desperate for more.
“I think she’s ready for your cock, brother,” Kovu tells him over my back. “She’s been such a good little lamb for her two big, bad wolves.”
He chuckles as his fingers pull out, and I lap at the underside of Kovu’s cock while taking deep breaths before he slips deep again. Just when I think he’s going to fuck me, though, three thick fingers are pushed inside me, and I scream out around Kovu, making me choke.
He retreats and pats my hair gently with a smug smile over my shoulder.
“Now I think she’s ready,” Kaos rumbles with a few hard strokes in and out of my aching heat that set my entire body on fire. Thank God, because much more of this and I’ll be coming whether either of us want it or not.
As soon as he pulls his fingers free, I feel devastatingly empty. A small moan escapes my throat, and Kovu chuckles as he pulls out, leaving me with neither of them touching me.
There’s a small moment of panic where I think they’re going to stop, but then Kovu tilts my chin up until I’m staring into his wild eyes.
“Gotta get out of your head, Little Lamb,” he tells me, his thumb slipping between my lips again, and I suck it eagerly, the contact allowing my body to relax again.
There’s something seriously fucking wrong with me to be craving them like this, to feel like I can barely breathe when they’re not touching me.
“You ready for my cock, Princess?” Kaos asks, and I glance over my shoulder, never allowing Kovu’s thumb to slip from my mouth.
I nod, and his eyes darken further.
I’ve barely had a chance to turn back around when his head nudges at my entrance, and when he thrusts all the way in with one brutal pump, I swear my vision blacks out.
I think maybe I really have lost my mind when I cry out for more while staring into the eyes of a psycho.