Chapter 36 #2
I was shaking, half-sobbing, caught in their rhythm of denial. Every time I thought they’d let me break, one pulled out, the other slowed down, leaving me trembling on the edge with nothing to hold but their voices.
“Look at her,” Luca murmured, his hand still stroking my clit in lazy circles that never gave me enough. “She’s holding it. So good for us. Our perfect girl.”
Bastion kissed the corner of my mouth, his grip iron at my waist. “That’s it, angel. Restraint. Daddy’s so proud of you.” His lips brushed my ear. “You’re going to be even better when we give you both at once.”
My body convulsed at the thought, need ripping through me. “Please,” I whispered, desperate.
Luca chuckled low, sliding two fingers inside me beside his cock as he thrust shallow. The stretch made me cry out. “Hear that? She’s already ready for us, brother. Begging to be split open.”
Bastion groaned, his forehead pressing to mine as he held me still. “She’s going to take us so well. Our good girl—tight little body made for her daddies.”
I sobbed into his mouth, shaking harder, heat flooding through me with every praise, every promise.
Luca pinched my clit, hard enough to make me jolt, then soothed it with soft circles. “Not yet, baby. Hold it. Show us you can wait until we both fill you. Such a good girl for her daddies—always giving us what we want.”
Bastion pulled back, watching my face like he wanted to brand every expression into his chest. “You’ll be perfect. You’ll open for us. You’ll let us ruin you slow.” His hand slid down, spreading me wider for Luca’s fingers. “And you’ll thank us for every inch.”
I moaned, my whole body humming. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll thank you. I’ll take you both—please, I want it.”
They both groaned in unison, that silent rhythm between them.
Bastion kissed me rough, cutting off my cry as Luca slid his fingers deeper, stretching, testing, coaxing. “Good girl,” Bastion murmured against my lips. “Holding back for us. So patient. So perfect.”
Bastion’s mouth dragged down my throat, hot and rough, his voice breaking against my skin. “You ready for us, angel? Ready to take both your daddies at once?”
My nails dug into his shoulders, clinging like I’d drown without him. “Yes. Please—I’m ready.”
Luca’s hands slid lower, firm and unrelenting as he spread my hips wider. His lips brushed my ear. “You hear that, baby? That’s begging. That’s what we like. And you’re going to keep begging until we give you all of it.”
Bastion kissed me hard, his thrust shallow, teasing, his hand at my throat. “So much cock, angel. You’ll feel us everywhere. You’ll drip all over us before we’re even done.”
“I can take it. Please—let me.”
Luca chuckled low, one hand stroking down to where I pulsed, slick and trembling. He rubbed over my swollen clit with two fingers, slow and taunting. “Oh, you can take it. You’re our good girl. You’ll open up, beg pretty, and come all over both our cocks like you were made for it.”
Bastion groaned, grinding harder, his forehead pressing to mine. “Say it, angel. Say you want us both.”
“I want you both,” I gasped, holding his shoulders so tight my arms shook. “Please, Daddy—I need you.”
Luca’s grip on my hips tightened, forcing me open, readying me. “Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear. Hold still, baby. Let us stretch you, fill you, make you ours in every way.”
Bastion kissed the corner of my mouth, soft where his voice was brutal. “Don’t worry, angel. Daddy’s got you. We’ll take you slow. We’ll make you perfect.”
Luca smirked against my neck, his fingers circling me again. “She’s already perfect. Look at her—dripping for us, begging for us, made for us. She’ll take every inch.”
I cried into Bastion’s chest, trembling, my body screaming with need as they coaxed me, praised me, promised me.
“Easy, angel,” Bastion whispered, kissing me slow, his hands holding me steady. “We’ll give you all of us. Just breathe for Daddy.”
Behind me, Luca spread my hips wider, his chest hot against my back. His voice brushed my ear, low and coaxing. “You’re going to take us both, baby. Every inch. And you’re going to do it beautifully, because you’re our good girl.”
My nails dug deeper into Bastion’s shoulders.
Bastion’s thumb stroked my jaw, his forehead pressing to mine.
Luca nudged against me, thick. “Ready, baby?”
I whimpered, nodding frantically. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
My scream was muffled by Bastion’s mouth when he kissed me through it.
“It hurts,” I sobbed, clinging to him.
“You’re okay,” Bastion soothed, brushing my hair back, his voice wrecked with soft “You’re taking us so fucking beautifully.”
They started slow. Just the press of them, thick, stretching me, their hands holding me steady. My breath came sharp, body tensing, thighs trying to close.
“No—wait—” My voice broke.
Bastion’s grip caught my hips, steady. Luca’s hand smoothed over my stomach, grounding.
“Don’t be sorry, angel,” Bastion murmured, low. “It’s just your body, overwhelmed.”
“Good girl,” Luca whispered at my ear. “You’re doing perfect. Let us hold you. Let us carry the weight until you’re ready. ”
They didn’t push. They waited, their bodies trembling with restraint I could feel in the way their muscles locked. I trembled too, one hand fisting in Bastion’s shoulder, the other curling tight around Luca’s neck as I leaned back against him.
“Breathe for us,” Luca coaxed, brushing kisses against my temple. “When you’re ready, baby, push down just a little. That’s all.”
I swallowed hard, heart racing, then pressed down just a bit. The stretch made me gasp, my head falling back against Luca’s shoulder.
“Good girl,” Bastion praised, brushing his thumb across my thigh. “So good for Daddy. So brave.”
Luca’s fingers slid between my thighs, soft circles on my clit, coaxing me through the ache. Bastion’s hand cupped my breast, thumb teasing over my nipple until my back arched.
I pushed down again, inch by inch. My head dropped forward, pressing into Bastion’s shoulder.
He caught my chin, tilting my face up, his eyes heavy and reverent. “Look at me, angel. That’s it. Eyes on Daddy. You’re perfect. Keep going.”
My whole body trembled, tears prickling. Bastion kissed them away, thumb swiping the tear from my cheek. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. We’re not going anywhere.”
Their hands stayed strong, holding me when I faltered, keeping me safe when I stopped. Every praise, every kiss made it easier.
And then—I pushed all the way down.
The stretch split me, filled me, made me cry out, but their arms gripped tighter, holding me like I might break. Their muscles were tight, bodies shaking with the restraint
“Fuck—look at her,” Luca groaned, kissing the side of my throat. “Taking us both. So perfect. Our angel. ”
Bastion’s forehead pressed to mine. “Good girl. Daddy’s good girl. You feel how deep we are? You made us yours.”
They kissed me—Luca’s mouth hot at my neck, Bastion’s lips against mine—as I started to move, rocking slow, my body finding rhythm.
“Don’t rush, baby,” Luca whispered, guiding my hips in slow circles. “Savor it.”
“Perfect,” Bastion murmured, kissing me harder. “You’re so perfect. Rock slow, angel. Let us feel every inch of you.”
Every nerve burned, stretched so full I could hardly breathe, but their hands never left me. Bastion’s grip steady at my waist, Luca’s arms locked around me, holding every inch of my trembling weight.
“Easy, angel,” Bastion murmured, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’ve got us both now. Perfect girl. Just let your body learn it.”
“You’re doing so well,” Luca coaxed at my ear, his breath hot. “Daddy’s proud of you. You’re taking more than anyone else ever could. Because you’re ours.”
I trembled, clinging to them both, too overwhelmed to think, too needy to stop.
“Move for us, baby,” Bastion whispered, brushing a tear from my cheek, his thumb stroking gentle. “Don’t wait on us. Show your daddies how much you want it.”
Luca’s fingers traced my hip, coaxing. “Rock slow. That’s it. Just a little. Let us feel how sweet you are when you give yourself to us.”
I swallowed hard, dropped my head back to Luca’s shoulder, and moved—just a small roll of my hips, a slow press down against them.
They groaned in unison, their restraint breaking around the edges.
“Good girl,” Bastion growled, his lips catching mine. “ Fuck, you’re perfect. You don’t even know what you’re doing to us.”
Luca kissed the side of my throat. “She knows. Our girl knows exactly how to ruin us. Look at her, moving for us, dripping for us.”
I rocked again, finding a rhythm, trembling with every drag, every inch. Their bodies shook against me, but they held back, letting me control it, letting me show them I could.
“That’s it, angel,” Bastion coaxed, his hand stroking down my back. “Ride us. Nice and slow. Make us feel how good you are.”
“Daddy’s perfect girl,” Luca praised, kissing my jaw as he guided my hips. “Don’t rush. Take your time. So wet dripping all over us.”
“Don’t hide it, angel. That’s Daddy’s favorite mess. All yours, all ours.”
Luca’s fingers slid down, circling my clit slow, coaxing the tremors harder. “Good girl. That’s it. Let it come. You’ve been holding back so long for us—now give it to us.”
My face burned, shame and need tangling. “I can’t—I’m?—”
“Shh.” Bastion kissed me hard, swallowing the words. “Yes, you can. That’s Daddy’s girl. That’s what we wanted. Give it to us.”
“Don’t fight it, baby,” Luca whispered, pressing his mouth to my throat, his fingers rubbing faster, firmer. “Finish on us. Make a mess. Show us how perfect you are.”
The praise broke me. My nails digging into Bastion’s shoulders, my head dropping back against Luca’s chest.
“That’s it,” Bastion groaned, holding me tight. “Come for your daddies. Gush all over us. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Perfect,” Luca hands stroking down my stomach to soothe me. “That’s it, sweetheart. You gave us everything. Our good girl.”
Bastion brushed his mouth against mine, voice rough. “Angel… can we move?”