Chapter Thirteen #5
“That’s it.” Mikhail praises softly. “Look at you, taking my brother so well, beauty.”
Her breathing stutters, her hips rolling hesitantly, and when I pull back only to push in again, her soft cry turns into a moan.
Needy.
Desperate.
Perfect.
“You’re ours.” I whisper, kissing her hard. “We’re going to flood you with our cum, and you’ll have no choice but to take it all, Chiara.”
Her eyes flutter shut, her body trembling beneath mine.
When Mikhail nudges me, I slide one arm around her lower back, knowing that we’re nowhere near done.
He helps me move her, and when her body is completely upright, and pressed to mine, she gasps, her pussy instantly tightening around my cock.
“Easy, easy.” I breathe out, holding onto her as Mikhail takes his position on the bed. “Let Mikhail have his turn too, okay?”
She releases a shaky breath, nodding as she drops her head to my shoulder.
Mikhail kneels behind her, one hand on her lower back, and the other around the base of his cock.
As he spits down onto his length, he rubs the wetness in, and I help position Chiara between both of our bodies.
“Are you ready for us both?” He asks her in a dark tone, pressing the head of his cock to her tight entrance. “We’re going to claim every inch of you now. Together.”
Her breathing catches, her nails digging into my flesh.
She nods.
“Please.” She says, whimpering softly. “I need to feel you both.”
And as Mikhail slowly pushes inside, her pussy stretches to accommodate us both as we fill every inch of her.
The only thought in my mind is this:
She’s ours.
Always.
Forever.
She’s shaking between our bodies, her soft moans turning into breathless whimpers, her body stretched and filled—so full—and fuck, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
Our cocks are buried deep inside her perfect, virgin pussy, her walls clenching around us both so tight, we can barely move.
We’re locked together, her body trembling, but still taking it all.
Taking us.
“You’re so perfect like this.” I groan, my voice rough with the edge of my control slipping. “Made for us. Made to be filled.”
Mikhail slides his hand over her belly, pressing down just enough to feel the bulge of both of us inside her, and the low growl that rumbles from his chest is pure possession.
“Look at you.” My brother murmurs. “So full of us already, but you’re not done yet, beauty.” His hips flex, and he thrusts into her slowly, her body clenching hopelessly around us both. “Not until we’ve filled you. Not until we’ve bred you.”
Her back arches as her walls flutter tight around our cocks.
“Please.” She whispers, her voice thin and desperate, so far gone with need that she’s no longer thinking—just feeling. “Please…give it to me.”
She tips her head backward against Mikhail’s head, looking straight into his eyes, and her hands are on my face, holding me close.
She moans again, rocking her hips with ours, squeezing even tighter, breathlessly calling our names.
Fuck.
I know I can’t hold back any longer.
Not with her body milking me so perfectly.
Not with Mikhail’s cock grinding against mine.
Not with her begging us to fill her.
“We’re going to give you everything.”
I groan, thrusting deep as I hold her there, grinding my hips into hers.
Mikhail’s breath is ragged and harsh in her ear, his forearm tight around her middle.
“Take it.” He growls, gripping her tight. “Take it all.”
The heat coils low in my spine, tight and unbearable, and before I can control myself, I’m coming.
Hard.
My cock pulses deep inside her, filling her with everything that I have.
My breath catches in my throat as I force myself to remain there, flooding her entirely.
Mikhail follows only seconds later, a guttural curse falling from his lips as he buries himself to the hilt, his cock jerking inside her, his release spilling hot and thick.
Chiara cries out, her body trembling as she’s caught in the aftershocks of her own release.
She’s so full, so stretched and claimed, and she’s completely overwhelmed.
But her soft, breathless moans tell me that she wouldn’t want it any other way.
We give her a second to adjust before we even think about easing out of her.
As we both move, we watch as our cum already begins to slip from her, pearly streaks glistening between her swollen folds.
A primal possessiveness surges to my chest; the instinct to keep her full, and to keep our seed inside her where it belongs.
Inch by inch, we both pull out, and she cries when she’s no longer full of us.
Together, we help her get back in her bed.
Her eyelids have become heavy, and her breathing has changed as she looks at us both from under hooded lids.
She squeezes her thighs together, gasping at the sensitive spot between her legs, then moans softly into her pillow.
I feel my cock twitch again, just from looking at her.
Mikhail’s fingers trail down to where we’ve just claimed her, spreading her open with both thumbs, watching our combined release glisten on her flushed skin.
“We can’t let this go to waste now, can we?”
He murmurs, his voice dark with pure satisfaction.
I press two fingers into her, pushing our cum back inside as her entire body jerks, overstimulated from this all, but still too far gone to ask us to stop. The whimper that escapes her lips is pure, helpless pleasure as her thighs spread even wider, her body opening up for us once again.
“Stay like this for a moment.” I say, my fingers sliding inside her deeper, making sure none of our seed escapes. “We need every drop inside you.”
Mikhail drags his hand higher, pressing his palm to her lower belly.
Protective.
Possessive.
“We’re going to keep you like this, Chiara.” He says softly, almost reverently. “Full. Bred. Ours.”
She’s too out of it to respond—her eyelids fluttering, her lips parted, her body soft against the bed—but there’s a soft, lazy smile on her lips.
So trusting.
So content.
And as she blinks, she looks up at both of us with nothing but raw, tender trust.
“Mine.” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “Ours.”
Mikhail leans down, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Always. Forever.”
She blinks up at us, her fingers curling lazily in the sheets, her body still trembling.
Our cum continues leaking out from her.
But there’s no longer any fear, or any hesitation.
There’s just the quiet, certain understanding that she belongs to us now.
Ours.
Always.
Forever.
Chiara looks at me again, gathering a little courage, as the words slip out.
Her voice is much steadier now, but I still hear the anxiety in her question.
“How long will you both be gone for?” She swallows hard, and I know she’s feeling her throat tighten with every word. “Just…how long?”
I find myself struggling to answer her.
Mikhail glances over at me, his expression neutral, but his eyes sharp.
He’s the first to break the silence.
“We won’t be long.” He replies, his tone careful, but a little dismissive too. “We need to deal with something, then we’ll be back here with you. Don’t worry, Chiara. You’re safe here.”
She nods, though I can see the faint tremor in her hands.
I know it’s not from the sex.
She doesn’t speak again, but her gaze lingers on both of us for a moment longer, like she’s trying to find some reassurance in our faces.
Neither one of us can offer her that—not really.
We watch as she swallows once more, and we take that as a sign of silent acceptance as she curls into herself.
“Take care, beauty.”
My brother says, his voice softer than usual.
“We’ll be back before you know it, darling.”
There’s a small dip between her eyebrows as she nods at us, then she closes her eyes, pressing her face into her pillow.
Mikhail and I take that as a sign to leave.
The door clicks shut behind us, and the silence after is deafening.
As we make our way back through the halls, heading towards our wing, the weight of everything begins to press down on me again.
We walk in silence, our footsteps echoing in the empty halls.
Finally, as we reach our part of the house, I glance over at Mikhail.
He’s walking beside me, his face unreadable, but I can tell he’s thinking about all of this just as hard as I am.
“Do you think she’ll be okay?”
I ask him, my voice quieter than usual.
Mikhail doesn’t answer me immediately.
Instead, he nods, his eyes fixed straight ahead as we continue walking.
“She’s faced worse.”
He says, and there’s a finality to it, a certainty that makes the weight in my chest grow heavier, because I know he’s right.
All we can do is hope that she’ll manage without us here.