CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO #2
It's on the tip of my tongue to remind him I only need his cock, not a whole hand, but he’s wedged straight into me by the man behind him. Aamon seems unperturbed by the shove. Doesn’t even stop sucking when Ciaran uses his free hand to guide his own cock into Aamon’s entrance.
Against my damp skin, Aamon grunts. He huffs as he’s impaled. His body shudders and he bites too hard on my nipples that he soothes immediately with his tongue.
He's merely a puppet.
A body Ciaran uses to fuck me. He guides Aamon in and out while maintaining a slow pump around the appendage in his palm.
Aamon lifts his head and our eyes meet. His are silver beneath the shade of the tree. They have a faint heartbeat that almost matches the symbol of my name carved into his chest.
He kisses me and we cling to each other as we’re both used. As Ciaran forces our bodies to the edge of torment.
Such unimaginable pleasure. It’s all so much, too much and not enough, and I just want to cum already.
“Vaelith...” I sob with frustration.
“Take it,” he growls. “Open big. Show me what a good girl you are for me.”
“It hurts,” I lie, watching the ridges of Ciaran’s knuckles push up beneath my skin as he squeezes Aamon and milks his cum inside me.
“I’ll kiss it better. I’ll clean your stretched cunt.”
The two pull out of my body, leaving me restless, aching and empty all over again.
Not that that seems to bother them when Ciaran wastes no time shoving Aamon across the foot of the bed and falling on his abused cock.
“Ciaran, no more. Please. I’m so sensitive ... shit!”
But Ciaran grabs his hips, pins him down. His mouth latches on Aamon’s cock sticky with my release. He ignores the whimper and wiggling from the other man.
I turn my face to Vaelith who hasn’t taken his eyes off me once.
“Please,” I beg him. “I want my husband’s knot to put a baby in me.”
He does not hesitate. Malakar pulls free without being told and Vaelith is on his feet. He says nothing as he storms off.
“To wash up.” Malakar tells me, closing the distance between us to capture my face. “I love you, Rina.”
I stare into his face, baffled by his confession until I realize why he seems so worried.
“I like it,” I say, sheepishly. “I like being your whore.”
He groans and kisses me. “You are my love first.”
Vaelith returns and Malakar barely has a chance to scramble out of the way when my king pulls me off the tree.
I have a second to suck in a breath when I’m flipped and tossed over like a doll.
I hit foam on my stomach, and I have a second to register that it’s the mattress when I’m dragged over the side. My legs are kicked wide.
And I am impaled on every rugged, rock-hard inch of my husband’s cock with its knot.
And I cum with a howl of anguish as my body releases around the monstrous dick drilling into me with the ferocity of a semi. It rails my abused opening like it betrayed him.
“How are you still so fucking tight after all you let them do to you?” he snarls, driving deeper, forcing me onto my toes. “Did you like knowing I was watching you whore yourself out?”
I weep in between rolling orgasms that refuse to let me breathe before slamming into the next one and the next. My head is a buzz of chaos and I’m incoherently screaming for him not to stop.
The floor is slick between my feet. My release runs down my quivering thighs in hot spurts.
It feels like hours before he finally grants me mercy. Hours of being held down and fucked raw with a cock that ballooned to a size that had my legs kicking. When he came, my insides were hit with a jet. A flood of thick cum that bulged my stomach.
Vaelith grunts his pleasure at the feel of my belly curving beneath his palm.
“Will have to stay here and keep filling you to be sure.” Knot still locked inside me, I’m turned over flat on my back with him bending over me. “Now that none of your human birth control works, I will mount you every morning and all night. You will sleep with my knot warm inside your pussy.”
“And once I’m pregnant?”
He seems confused by the question before giving a laugh. “Rina, you are never getting me off you.”
I tangle my fingers into the roots across his chest and drag him down to me. I kiss him and he sighs like he’s been waiting for that his entire life. His weight pushes into me and I hook my legs around his ribs.
He moves with gentle rocks while slipping a hand between us to cup my breast.
“Vaelith?” I breathe into his mouth.
“Yes, my love?”
I pull back to peer into his face. “I let you in.”
He blinks. “You don’t have to—”
I sink my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth back to mine. “I let you in,” I whisper again.
He groans across my tongue. “Rina.”
“I love you,” I tell him.
“Are you sure about this, my love?”
I nod and his head drops to my chest. He sucks my nipples and drives deeper with his hips.
“Say it again,” he breathes into my skin.
I unwind my legs and let my knees fall wide around his hips. My arms slip up over my head and I submit to him entirely as he pushes up onto bunched fists and peers down into my face.
“I let you in, Vaelith.”
He straightens. His hands drop to my open thighs. He drifts inward and strokes my clit. Not fast. Little strokes that make my breath catch and my hips lift to meet him.
“If you do this, you will never be allowed to leave me,” he warns. “I will hunt you to the ends of every world and bring you back. I will bind you to me. You will be my heart. My very reason for living.”
I feel the first shudder and I whimper his name.
“I will love you until my last breath. I will protect you. Kill for you. I will fall to my knees before man and beast and worship you as my demiurge.”
“Vaelith...”
I’m trying to hold it back, but it inches closer and I’m bucking into his hands, riding his cock shamelessly while he watches me.
“In return, love me. Rule by my side. Be the mother of my children. Be my light and place of peace. My wife. My whore.”
“Yes. Yes, I swear. All of it.”
From all around me, my boys pile in.
Malakar captures my lips. Ammon replaces his father’s finger on my clit with his tongue and Ciaran sucks my nipples. Tugs them. While my husband fucks me faster. Pushing his cock deep inside my willing body.
I’m so surrounded and loved that when I cum, it’s brutal. It’s an avalanche of the most beautiful collapse. The very foundation of my world cracks beneath me as they bind me to them.
“You’re ours, Rina. This is where you belong, like this.”
And I agree”
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THE END
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