Chapter 26 #2
Bastion tilted my chin, making me met his eyes. “Nothing’s wrong with you. You’re perfect. Listen to me.” His thumb stroked slow along my jaw, his tone soft. “We’ll teach you how to feel again. That’s all this is.”
“You’re in your head baby, that’s all.” Luca’s tongue dragged over me again, firmer, more deliberate. He groaned low into my skin.
Bastion kissed me just below my ear, slow and steady, his other hand stroking gently up and down my ribs. “You don’t have to control it, angel. You don’t have to think. Just feel. Let us do the rest.”
My breath stuttered. “But?—”
“No buts,” Bastion cut me off softly, his voice still low. “Do you trust us?”
“Yes.”
“Then do it for us.” His lips pressed to my forehead. “Be our good girl. That’s all we want. ”
Luca hummed against me, his tongue circling slow. “You hear him, baby? No pressure. Just feel my mouth. Just let me eat you the way you deserve.”
“Focus on him,” Bastion hand still firm at my stomach. “Nothing else exists. Just Luca’s tongue. Just my voice. That’s all you need.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the panic, trying to listen to them, instead of my thoughts.
“Good girl,” Bastion whispered. “That’s it. Stay with us. Stay in your body.”
Luca pulled back for air. “Such a good girl dripping over daddy’s face.”
His tongue stroking me in a rhythm that made my thighs quake. My sob broke into the air, helpless.
“That’s it, nice little noises.” Bastion soothed. His lips brushed my ear again. “Good girl. So beautiful when you come. Let Daddy hear you.”
“Please,” I gasped, hips jerking helplessly. “Please?—”
“Yes, baby. Just like that,” Luca rasped against me, pulling back for a heartbeat to breathe. His eyes met mine. “Give it to me. I want every drop.”
Bastion’s hand went around my throat—not tight, just steady, anchoring me between his fingers. “Breathe, angel. In my hand. You’re safe. You’re ours.” His voice cracked into gravel. “Come for us. That’s my good girl.”
The world narrowed to their voices, their mouths, their hands. Luca’s tongue pressed harder, faster.
“Yes. That’s it. You’re perfect.”
“So sweet. So fucking sweet for daddy.”
“Don’t think, angel. Just come. Come for us baby.”
The tremor hit, sharp and unstoppable. My body clenched. I collapsed against Bastion’s chest, Luca groaning low into me as he kept working, licking every shiver .
Bastion kept my legs open, stopping me from closing them. “Not yet baby, let him lick you through it. That’s my good girl.” Bastion kissed my temple.
Luca’s mouth slowed, savoring the last tremors. He kissed me gently, before pulling back, his face glistening, his eyes wild.
“See?” Bastion whispered, his hand stroking through my hair. “Nothing wrong with you. You just needed us.”
My body wanted to curl in on itself, hide from how exposed I felt, but Bastion wouldn’t let me. His hand stayed firm at my stomach, holding me open on his lap, as if reminding me I was safe pinned between them.
I tried to steady my breathing, but panic fluttered in anyway—sharp, cruel. If this was already too much, how was I supposed to take them? After so long apart, after all the years of silence?
Bastion felt the shift instantly. His grip tightened, his lips brushed my ear. “Easy, angel. Don’t drift. You’re safe.”
Luca’s thumb stroked the inside of my knee. His gaze stayed locked on mine, sharper but careful. “You’re in your head again,” he murmured. “Don’t be. Tonight is about teaching you. Nothing else.”
I swallowed hard, trembling against them. “I don’t know if I can?—”
Bastion cut me off gently, his mouth at my temple. “Shh. You don’t have to know. That’s our job.” He pressed a kiss to my hairline, his voice rough with devotion. “We’ll get you ready. One step at a time. No rush.”
Luca knelt on the bed between my legs. His eyes dropped to me open and wet for him. He groaned low in his chest. “Look at her, Bastion. She’s already begging for more.”
Heat flushed through me at his words. My instinct was to shake my head, to deny it, but Bastion tilted my chin back until my eyes met his. “Don’t hide from it. You’re ours. It’s supposed to feel like this.”
“What if I can’t?—”
“You can. Because we’ll teach you.”
Luca slid his hand down my thigh, his touch steady, grounding. “Open for us, baby. Nice and wide. Let us show you how good it can feel to belong again.”
My thighs parted, legs falling wider across Bastion’s lap until I was spread open for both of them.
Luca’s hand cupped me first. He let his thumb stroke slow circles, coaxing, teasing, my body twitching toward the touch.
“There she is,” he murmured, his lips twitched up. “Good girl.”
Then his finger slipped inside me again, steady and unhurried. Bastion groaned low against my ear at the sight, tightening his arm. “Fuck. Look at her take your fingers .”
But this time Luca didn’t stop at one. He curled his finger, then added a second, stretching me slow. My legs shook, instinct screaming to close, but Bastion’s thighs braced me open.
“Shh,” he soothed, stroking my neck, tilting my head so he could kiss my cheek. “It’s okay. Just two fingers. You can take that. Can’t you?”
Luca’s jaw flexed as he watched me. “Daddy’s perfect girl. Clenching around my fingers.” His voice roughened. “We’re going to teach you. Stretch you until you’re ready for us again.”
The words sent heat rushing straight through me.
I should protest, say it wasn’t right. Everything in me wanted to deny the pleasure.
Bastion kissed just below my ear. “That’s it. Let him work you open. You can take more than you think, angel. You were made for us. ”
Luca’s pace stayed slow, two fingers easing me wider, deeper. Every push felt like a test, every curl a reminder. He pulled them out almost entirely, then slid back in, groaning at how my body resisted and then gave.
“She’s shaking for it,” he muttered, his free hand gripping my thigh. “So wet, Bastion. She’s ready.”
I let out a broken sound, half frustration, half need. “Please?—”
Bastion’s hand stroked my stomach, his thumb brushing circles into my skin. “You want us now, angel?”
“Yes,” I whispered, frantic. “Please.”
He kissed me, so slow, grounding me. “No rush, baby. We’re taking our time remember.”
My head shook. “No, Daddy. I’m ready. I swear.”
Luca stilled his hand inside me, his eyes on mine. “She thinks she’s ready,” he said darkly. “But this isn’t about thinking. This is about letting us show you.”
Bastion’s lips brushed my ear. “Listen to him. He’s right. You don’t decide when you’re ready. We do. And we’ll never give you more than you can take.”
My breath hitched. The words sank into me, heavy and certain. They weren’t leaving me to figure it out alone. They’d carry me through it.
Luca pushed a third finger inside me. Bastion caught me, holding me in place as I arched.
“Breathe, angel,” he murmured, kissing my jaw. “That’s all. Just breathe.”
“Fuck, she’s gripping me like she doesn’t want to let go,” Luca groaned, working me slow, careful. “Hear that, Bastion? She’s opening for us. Wet, and messy.”
Bastion groaned low, his lips pressing hard to my temple. “Good girl. You’re taking us already. You can take more.”
Luca withdrew slowly, his fingers glistening as he slipped free. He dragged the wetness across my thigh before meeting my eyes again. “One at a time,” he promised, voice low, dark. “We’ll ease you in. No panic. No pain. Just us teaching you how to be ours again.”
Bastion nodded, his breath hot at my ear. “We’ll go slow, angel. I’ll hold you through it. Every inch, every sound, every tear. You’ll take us the way you were meant to.”
My chest heaved, the panic loosening into something else—trust, heavy and terrifying.
Luca leaned closer, his lips brushing my knee. “We’ll ruin you slow. Worship you filthy. By the time we’re done, you won’t remember what it felt like to doubt.”
Bastion tilted my face toward his and kissed me deep, anchoring me.
He eased my wrists down from around his neck and kept my hands in his, bringing them to rest over his heart.
Luca rose between my knees, “Eyes on me.”
I found him and couldn’t look away.
He guided his dick against me. My breath stopped. Bastion’s hand against my throat, his voice rough and low. “Breathe, angel. In my hand. That’s it.”
The first inch slid in and my body tightened instinctively, a sharp inhale rattling in my chest. Luca stopped. He didn’t push. He simply waited, eyes steady, hand spreading against my hip.
“Look at you baby, taking my dick.” he murmured
Bastion kissed beneath my ear. “Good girl. Let him in. Just like that.”
I let the breath out, shaking, and the tightness softened. Luca stroked my thigh, then pressed the smallest bit deeper. My eyes blurred. Bastion held me upright in his lap, wide open .
“More?” Luca asked, and even the question sounded like worship.
“Yes,” I whispered, “Please.”
He smirked, “Such good manners, asking for daddy’s dick.” He moved in another inch—slow, reverent—and groaned like it undid him.
Bastion’s mouth against my ear “That’s my good girl. So fucking perfect.”
The stretch ached, then shifted into something hot and low, the kind of heat that made my toes curl. He pushed more and then a bit more. Luca’s jaw flexed, his restraint dropping. He was shaking, but he didn’t hurry me.
“I’m pushing fully in now, nice and deep for you, baby,” he said softly. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, breathless, and he eased in.
My fingers clutched at Bastion’s arms.
Bastion’s hand slid to my chest, steadying me against the tremble, his other palm cupping my jaw until I looked up at him.
His eyes were dark. “No rush. Just feel.”
I did. The fullness, the warmth, the rightness of it. Luca didn’t move; he waited until my breathing evened, until the tension in my thighs softened beneath his hands.
“Move,” I whispered.
His mouth curved—hungry and gentle. He drew back an inch, then slid in again, careful. My lips parted. The drag was almost unbearable in its sweetness.
“Again,” I said, stronger.