Chapter 12 #2
When her eyesight started graying, he finally pulled out, dragging the slime from her throat with it. She coughed hard, trying to suppress her gag reflex as drool dripped from her used mouth.
Rul was fisting his cock, his eyes half-lidded as he stared down at her with a sneaky grin.
“Too much?”
“No,” she said, still gasping for air, though it very much had been.
Her brain was in a fog, completely focused on what he wanted without regard to her own ruin.
“Such a sweet thing,” he said, cupping her cheek.
The sound of the door opening shocked her back to the room, and her heart raced, already knowing who it was.
Could he somehow sense when she was most vulnerable?
“I thought I’d check and see if the painting supplies were adequate, but I see you’re a bit preoccupied,” Bellinor said with a hint of humor, coming into view with his arms crossed over his chest.
He was in his human form, dressed simply in an elegant white shirt and dark pants.
“Do you want to try her out? She’s got a tight little throat that’s just begging to be fucked by you. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Rul asked, slapping her cheek playfully.
“Yes,” she said, opening her mouth in offering.
Bellinor’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard as he stepped up to the bed.
“Good girl,” Rul said, slapping her again, a bit harder this time.
She relished the pain, the way it cut into her arousal, and reminded her what a wretch she was.
“Do you like that?” he asked, quirking a brow and rubbing her cheek where he’d hit her.
“Yes.”
That earned her a fierce grin and another slap, this one hard enough to rock her head to the side. The shocking pain made her cunt tighten with need, her ass squeezing its hard intrusion, her guilt quelling ever so slightly as she paid for her sins.
“Oh, we’re going to have fun with you. Now open wide for your owners.”
She obeyed his order immediately, sticking her tongue out and giving Bellinor a good view of her throat.
He grumbled, hesitating for only a moment before undressing quickly, bringing the tip of his leaking cock to her mouth.
He slid it across her tongue as he cupped the back of her neck, the taste of his precum drowning her in ecstasy, sweet and spicy like a cinnamon pastry.
“What are you?” Rul asked, petting the back of his hand across her cheek, still aching from the pain of his slap.
“I’m a good girl for my owners.”
Her words were muffled by the cock on her tongue, but clear enough for Bellinor to quirk a brow.
“She takes well to training,” Rul said with a grin, and Bellinor just huffed, turning his full focus back to her.
“I told you she was a whore,” Bellinor said, sliding his cock into her mouth as she sucked in a breath.
He was sizable, though more in line with what she’d experienced with her human partners, with no strange ridges or glow. Just pale flesh parting her lips and sinking into her numbed throat like it was meant to be there.
He didn’t give her a moment to prepare, but she was ready for him, relaxing her muscles as he bottomed out with a groan. Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks, her throat clamping around him as the seconds passed and her lungs screamed for a breath.
Rul ran his fingers along her neck, pushing on the bulge and placing a hand on Bellinor’s back when he tried to pull away.
“No! Don’t take it out yet. It’s fun to see her struggle.”
She flailed her hands as much as she could, trying to pull back though the wooden restraint stopped her.
Bellinor smiled before backing away, another coughing fit overtaking her as she desperately tried not to release the contents of her stomach.
“What do you think?” Rul asked, not giving her a moment to breathe before he was turning her face toward him and sliding into her mouth.
“That look of fear in her eyes is perfect,” Bellinor said, stroking his cock. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.”
Rul gripped the footboard, rocking his hips back and forth, actually fucking her mouth like she was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. The metal shackles clanked against the creaking wood, drowning out the wet sounds of her throat being used.
It was degrading, like she really was a criminal in the stocks, the humiliation sending a thrill through her. She tried to press her pelvis into the mattress, anything for some pressure on her aching cunt, but winced as the object in her ass hooked her in place.
When Rul slipped out, slimy drool coated his cock, and he gripped her neck, slapping her cheek, the stinging pain leaving her wanting more.
Every bit of her was eager to be owned, a precious toy to be fucked and used until there was nothing left. She felt cherished, in a sick way, something she had never experienced quite so strongly.
“Careful,” Bellinor warned, and Rul chuckled, grabbing the other man’s cock.
“I’m being careful. She likes it, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“I do,” she said, Bellinor’s eyes flaring as he gazed down at her.
With a blink, they were pure white orbs, his smile stretching grotesquely across his face.
Isabelle was entranced as the triangular tip of Rul’s cock began to spread, a clear, black ooze dripping from the exposed slit.
After only a moment, it was large enough to fit Bellinor’s cock, grabbing it like it had a mind of its own and engulfing it in one greedy gulp.
It sucked hard, forcing a moan from Bellinor, who thrust into it like it was her mouth.
“You feel so good,” Bellinor groaned, tangling a hand in Rul’s messy blonde hair and pressing their foreheads together.
“Better than her?” Rul asked with a wicked grin.
“Anything is better than a whore’s mouth.”
His words revolted her, made her want to please him in any way possible. She held her tongue out, lost to lust and desperate for attention.
“What about her cunt?” Rul grunted, thrusting his hips in time with Bellinor, clearly just as enamored with the sensation.
“I’m not giving her what she wants.”
The degradation delighted her as much as their moans, reminding her of just how worthless she was in the Goddess’ eyes.
Rul’s cock continued to surprise her, stretching until it was translucent enough for her to see Bellinor’s length sliding in and out.
He gripped it, the slick slime of her throat easing his way so he could pleasure them both at the same time.
Isabelle whimpered, her cunt clenching against nothing, eager for some sort of stimulation. No matter how she tried to move, the hook held her just off the bed so she couldn’t find any sense of friction.
“She’s so fucking desperate for us,” Rul grunted, his head lolling back with bliss.
“So desperate,” Bellinor agreed, glaring right at her with a look so hateful it made her want to cry.
He moaned as Rul continued stroking them, finally releasing a throaty grunt, his cock jerking inside the other’s and spilling his seed.
Milky white filled Rul’s cock, evidently from both ends as he met his own release, smashing his lips to Bellinor’s in a ferocious kiss.
When their moans subsided, Bellinor pulled out with a sigh, cum spilling to the floor and dripping from Rul’s used length.
“Did you like that, baby?” Rul asked, bringing his strange cock to her lips and letting her clean him off.
She eagerly lapped up the seed, eyes focused on Bellinor while he dressed, the mix of sweet cinnamon and bitter chocolate making her mouth water. Rul petted her hair sweetly before turning to see the other man heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” he asked, clearly confused by the swift exit.
“I have things to do,” Bellinor grumbled, waving over his shoulder. “I don’t have time to sit around and fuck all day.”
Rul rolled his eyes as the door slammed shut, turning his attention back to her.
“Do you need a release, sweet one?” he asked, and she nodded, desperate to turn off the complicated emotions whirling through her mind.
Bellinor had used her yet again, discarding her as soon as he’d finished. Rul had used her as well, but there was a difference in the tender way he caressed her cheek, the way he stayed instead of running.
“You did so well. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want.”
He stroked his hand over his cock, already hard again after the orgasm a moment ago. She must have shown her confusion, because he chuckled, patting her cheek.
“I’m a sex demon, baby. I could go all day if I wanted to.”
Rul gave her a wink before crawling onto the bed behind her, her cunt aching to be touched as she whimpered in anticipation.
His fingers caressed down her back, forcing her to jerk when he yanked on the hook in her ass.
A lightning bolt shot up her spine, a groan leaving her lips as she silently begged for him to fuck her.
“How does that feel?” he asked, shifting his weight behind her and tugging on the hook again.
“Good,” she grunted, though she tried to shirk his grasp, which only made him laugh.
“Good?”
He dragged the head of his cock through her slit, dripping with pent-up arousal. Another tug forced her to yelp, the sensation so strange as her body begged for it all to be over.
With frustrating slowness, he slid into her cunt, her body welcoming him like a cocoon. An undignified moan left her lips, her eyes rolling from the long-awaited pressure, the beautiful sensation of fullness.
“Do you want both of us to take you like this?” he asked, giving her shallow thrusts, his cock spreading warmth through her body. “One in your cunt and one in your ass?”
“Yes,” she murmured, trying to concentrate on her building arousal and not the horrible pit in her stomach telling her someone was missing.
“Such a sweet, giving thing. But instead of devoting everything to your goddess, you’re devoted to us now. Isn’t that right?”
She could no longer think, consumed by pleasure, though it was still difficult for her to get the words out.
“Y-Yes. I’m d-devoted to you.”
Tears dripped onto the floor as Rul’s tail slid between her legs, finding her sensitive bud and sending a quake through her. With just a few strokes, she was coming, sobbing whimpers leaving her mouth as she curled her hands into fists, the pleasure almost painful after being denied for so long.
“That’s it, baby. Let it all out.”
Her cunt clamped onto him, milking his cock and filling her with seed, a warm, wet sensation that she was quickly getting accustomed to.
Isabelle let out a deep sigh, her body melting, though it was still held up by the footboard and hook. She was in a daze, nodding off as she was freed from her restraints and carried to the bathroom, waking up only when Rul placed her into the large bathtub and slipped in behind her.
“You did so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl for us. Shhhh, it will be alright.”
His whisper tingled her skin, and she realized she was still crying, unable to stop the tears from falling. She tried to focus on the exquisite blankness that enveloped her and not the questions bubbling just below the surface, the rejection and hurt that she had no business feeling.
Rul’s embrace was comforting as he bathed her, washing her hair and body with a soft touch. It was so contradictory to the rough way he used her, but it filled her with bliss, a feeling she had never gotten from serving the moon mother.
And then there was something at her mouth, a pink macaron which had appeared from nowhere–summoned by le Voile?–and a crystal goblet of cool water, quenching her parched throat.
No matter how much she gave to the Goddess, she always felt emptiness in return, not the soothing balm of warmth that filled her body inside and out from Rul’s tender care.
A tremor quaked through her, the guilt and shame from so easily accepting her captors threatening to overwhelm her.
“I’ll be here with you,” Rul cooed. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
Isabelle swallowed the emotions choking her, closing her eyes and melting into his embrace.