Chapter 11 #2
Pain’s smile was every bit as dangerous as Misery’s, and my heart stumbled.
My sweet, kind god of death, whose hands had never been anything but gentle.
Now his magic’s touch was possessive, rough, and I could hardly breathe as his hands skimmed over my skin, too.
Goosebumps rose to meet his palms as they slid up my inner thighs, teasing so close to where I was slick with Death’s cum, pushing aside what scraps remained of my clothes to fill his hands with my breasts.
“I thought about these every day since I met you,” he groaned, settling between my legs but making no rush to fill me.
Instead, he squeezed and stroked until he’d learned everything that made me gasp and groan, his shadows no doubt telling him about the teeth I’d sunk into my bottom lip. “Mostly I thought about tasting them.”
And before I could even gasp an encouragement, insistent, sucking heat surrounded my nipple with sensations, and his hands flowed down my ribs and over my stomach.
His hips didn’t shift against me, his hard cock against my wetness, and yet something surged within me, stretching me in a dominant thrust.
“Pain?” I choked out and felt him grin against my nipple before his teeth scraped over the hardened bud.
“Get her ass ready for me,” Miz said in the crisp tone that made me want to follow every instruction. “Carefully.”
“I’m not a fool,” Pain grumbled against my breast, kissing his way to my throat. His magic—his shadow. That was what undulated inside me, moving in a maddening way that not even a cock could achieve, arching and stroking and swirling until the burning stretch melted into pure pleasure.
I knew his sucking mouth would leave marks and I didn’t care. No, I loved it. Melted into the sensation, the claim, as another shadow circled the sensitive ring of my ass, slowly easing inside.
I grabbed Pain’s arm, dug into his skin.
“Too much?” he asked against my neck.
“She can take more,” Miz disagreed, kissing the back of my neck, pulling me closer until I was flush between them both. “Can’t you, Cat?”
I nodded.
“The words, my universe,” he prompted in a voice like steel.
“I can take more,” I breathed, my eyes widening when both shadows surged deeper inside me, the one in my ass stretching, growing.
“That’s our good girl,” Death praised, clasping my hand and feathering kisses over my knuckles, my fingertips. “You look so beautiful stretched around Pain’s shadows. Tell me how it feels.”
“Good,” I breathed as his shadows swelled, pressing on a spot that made my eyes roll back. “So good. I can—I can feel—” A whimper bit off the rest of my words.
Madde smiled as he completed my thought.
“They’re cold, so she can feel everywhere they touch.
It’s driving her insane. But,” he added significantly, “she wants your cocks instead. And mine.” He tacked on the last part rather smugly.
“But today, I think I’ll use my cum to pain your body instead of the prettiest pussy in the world. ”
His words were undoing me. He spoke my thought before I could voice it.
“If you don’t get inside her soon, she’s going to kill all of us.”
Pain laughed, taunting me with another deep swirl of both shadows before they withdrew. He didn’t make me wait, even though I could sense his desire to draw this out until I really was provoked to murder.
“Miz, I need—”
A moment, I was going to say. He grazed his teeth across the nape of my neck and sank them deep, distracting me for a moment as every sense in my body overloaded.
Of course, he didn’t give me a moment. He was my obsessive, impatient, all-consuming, possessive husband.
I should have known he’d stretch me around his cock at the first chance, working his length into my ass with shallow, sanity-shredding thrusts the second the tip was sucked inside.
“You don’t need to talk, my universe,” he said with sugar-coated wickedness. “Just take what your husbands give you.”
“I wish I was a painter,” Madde sighed. “This would make such a pretty, debauched renaissance painting.”
I would have loved to reply to that, but I didn’t have a brain anymore. Miz and Pain fucked it out of me, until I was a writhing, moaning, overstimulated creature of instinct.
Pleasure gathered like an earthquake, first in warning tremors through my inner muscles, then a snap of sensation that made my hips buck, until finally every part of me quaked.
My hands tightened on the skin they grasped, fingernails scoring marks as both holes bore down on my husbands’ cocks, every throb sending a burst of pleasure to collapse what remained of my thought power, and when they followed me over the edge, their groans were so hot I thought I would fly out of my skin.
“I’m not moving,” Pain panted, his head on my shoulder, his cock softening within me. “I don’t think I can move.”
“That’s what I said,” I groaned, nuzzling my face against his hair, a deep sigh billowing from me when Miz’s arms slipped between us, cuddling me close.
“Hey, move your ass, pretty boy,” Madde said, shoving at Pain. “I have a masterpiece to make.”
Pain reluctantly withdrew and rolled off me, but he huddled close until his front pressed to my side, our breaths sharing space.
And Madness, my beloved, utterly insane mate didn’t simply ‘paint’ me with his cum, the tendons in his neck strained, his body a carnal masterpiece in its own right. Lithe and freckled, slender and full of beautiful lines as his neck arched, his eyes heavy lidded, lips parted on a chorus of moans.
He gripped his cock, stroking as he came, moving his tip in patterns over my skin.
Writing his name.