CHAPTER 2
Hands gripping the sheets, I bury my face in the mattress and moan as Ferrok pulls out of me, and Mooralan pushes in.
They’ve been passing me back and forth for twenty minutes, edging themselves as thoroughly as they’re driving me from orgasm to orgasm.
“Are you keeping points?” I ask, my voice cracking. “Best out of ten?”
They laugh, and Mooralan says, “Only ten?”
When I told them they could do anything they wanted, I hadn’t anticipated the potential death by orgasm that waited for me.
“At some point,” I pant, melting a little bit more, “You’re going to have to give in. You’re going to have to—” My words and thoughts die with my next orgasm.
My brain might be melting, too.
“My turn still?” Ferrok says so softly I almost don’t hear it.
“Her legs are shaking again.” Mooralan tells him. “It’s my turn to feel her come around my cock.”
They have been counting. I shouldn’t be surprised.
One of Mooralan’s hands smooths down my spine, pressing down between my shoulder blades and holds me against the bed. “Look at you. Look how pliant you are.”
“Pliant?” I laugh, even though I can barely get the word out.
“Am I wrong?”
I can’t tell him it’s a strange word to use. I don’t have the chance.
More than my legs shake when his thrusts and fingers pull another orgasm from me.
His hands have to hold me up, in the end, and I let myself sink into the mattress like I’m made of jelly.
“I don’t think I can take any more.” The words are muffled by the sheets, but they both hear me, and laugh.
I should feign offense, but I barely remember the word offense.
Mooralan eases out of me and lets me slump onto the bed.
“I think you broke her,” Ferrok says as they turn me onto my back, and I look up at them feeling a little woozy.
Holding out my hand to Mooralan, I say, “Gimme.”
He leans forward, scooping his tongue against the inside of his mouth, and he kisses my palm before he spits Ferrok’s clitball into my palm.
“Thank you.” When I suck it into my mouth, Ferrok shivers.
I rock on the bed as they move closer to me, their weight pulling me one way and then the other.
Sucking the clitball and rolling it into my cheek, I say, “I don’t think I’m going to be much help, and I’m pretty sure you’ll agree that’s going to be all your fault.”
“We knew that was probably going to happen.” Ferrok says.
They stop on either side of me, cradling me with their thighs.
“We could torture her a little more,” Ferrok suggests, and I shake my head.
“No more tonight. You can fuck me in the morning. But right now, I want your cum.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” Mooralan strokes his cock and takes hold of Ferrok’s shoulder. “Let’s give our lover what she wants.”
“Always.”
Despite what I said, I do help.
Sucking on Ferrok and stroking Mooralan’s slime sack, it only takes a minute before Mooralan drops his forehead to Ferrok’s shoulder and he comes.
Ferrok follows right behind.
Their cum stripes across me and onto each other’s cocks, and both of them are left twitching from the pleasure of finally getting to cum.
I drop my head back, smiling as my bones continue to slowly solidify. I probably should be tired of sex. Between work and the two of them, it’s nearly constant, and yet…
Ferrok is close enough I wriggle down until my head is where it needs to be.
I juggle the clitball around on my tongue and then press it back into his cock. Looking up and smiling as all of his eyes close one after another.
“Don’t tempt me to keep you here until we’re ready again,” he says, and Mooralan chuckles.
“No more tonight.” I say, and then I hold one hand up in the air, pointing toward the ceiling. “Clean up on aisle six!”
I explained that to them a few weeks ago, so they don’t ask me what it means.
I laugh as they pick me up and take me into the bathroom.
Ferrok peels Mooralan’s cum from me like fruit leather, and eats it, watching us while Mooralan helps me wash off the rest of the evidence.
“Will you stay with us tonight?”
“Of course.”
“You say that like we should just know. But we don’t know.” Mooralan slips one arm around my waist and draws me back against him. “We’ll keep asking.”
“Unless you want us to stop asking.” Ferrok goes to his knees in front of me and peels another line of green cum from my leg with his beak. “Say the word and we will transfer to a three bedroom. We’ll even get one with a kitchen if you want it.”
“I don’t need a kitchen.”