Chapter 45 A Second Time, Lorian
A SECOND TIME, LORIAN
She’s still trembling from the first orgasm she’s had in months, and she's broken into little sobs.
Rafe holds her chin, makes her look at him even as her body goes slack in my arms. He loves control. He’d stop here, content for now if it were up to him.
But I’m not content; far from it. I shift my grip, pressing her tighter against my chest, my hand sliding down to her swollen clit again, and I pinch it between my finger and thumb.
She whimpers, trying to twist away. “It’s too much,” she breathes.
“Too much is exactly right,” I say against her ear, biting down on the lobe just enough to make her cry out. “You’ll come again. You have two men to please. You wanted us both, and so you will have us both.”
I pinch her clit again, hard and mercilessly, while sliding two thick fingers inside her. She’s still spasming from the first orgasm, every nerve raw and open, and she screams at the intrusion.
“She’s too sensitive.”
“Exactly. Squeeze her breasts, Rafe.”
And I watch as he massages and twists her nipples and I rub her clit faster, forcing her to ride the edge. “Look at you. Shaking in our arms, but still you want more.”
Her vaginal walls clench tight around my fingers, and her hips are moving to cause more friction.
“That’s it,” I groan into her hair. “Come again, my sweet Eve. My blasphemous human woman. Let my brother see how magnificent you are when you’ve been ruined by the Devil twice in a row.” I purposely use her religious language to make it extra forbidden and erotic.
Her head falls back on my shoulder, and her mouth opens in a silent scream as her body tenses.
Then, a second orgasm rips through her even harder than the first. I have to hold her tight against me or else she’d collapse.
I continue working her clit until she cries my name, begging and broken. “Yes, Lorian. Yes.”
I kiss her cheek, leaving my mouth against her soft skin. “Perfect. You’ll keep coming until you understand your body belongs to us.”
Finally, she’s limp in my arms, her body twitching from the second orgasm.
Then I spin her, pinning her against the wall. My cock grinds against her ass, thick and throbbing, but before it goes too far, I remember myself, and I give her to my brother first.
“Take her,” I say, holding her wrists above her head, spinning her again. “Make her feel what it means to be ours.”
She doesn’t get a chance to answer before Rafe steps in, cock hard and fingers glistening from her slick cunt. He lines up and shoves inside her with one brutal thrust.
We’ve shared women many times before, but never one we cared so much for.
Never one so small or inexperienced as Eve.
I want to be both her protector and teacher.
So I watch Rafe, not as I would usually do, to admire his performance, but to make sure he doesn’t inadvertently harm her, and I know he does the same for me.
We’re not gentle lovers, but that doesn’t mean we’re cruel.
Eve screams from both pleasure and pain, her small body stretched hard around Rafe’s cock, but her cunt grips him tight, wet, clinging and needy.
I watch her face twist, her mouth open in shock, and I press filthy promises into her ear as I pick her up and turn her so I can watch her whole body react to my brother’s thrusts.
“You think this is too much? Wait until you feel me. My cock barely fit into your mouth. We’re going to stretch you so much you might not be able to walk properly. Do you want that, Eve?”
“Yes,” she moans through the pounding. “Yes.”
Rafe drives into her relentlessly, every thrust slamming her against me. Her breasts bounce, heavy and perfect, and I bend to suck one into my mouth, biting hard until she sobs. She arches, torn between desire and fear, her legs wrapping around Rafe’s waist as she tries to draw herself in deeper.
“Look at her,” Rafe growls, rutting into her like a beast. “She’s clinging to me like she was made to be ours.”
I slide my hand between them, rubbing her clit again, mercilessly, forcing her to feel everything at once. “Come again, Eve. Show us you’re ours.”
Her cry is ragged, breaking apart as a third orgasm crashes through her. Given how long we’ve made her suffer with the Venus Lock, I wouldn’t be surprised if she orgasmed for days.
I move to the side as Rafe snarls and lifts her closer to him and then puts her weight against the wall, pounding her harder, pinning her as if he’ll fuse her body into the Spire itself.
I step back, stroking my cock, thick and swollen, watching her cunt stretched around my brother. “When he’s finished, it’s my turn. You’ll take us both, one after the other.”
Rafe bites her throat, his voice a harsh command against her skin. “Say it, Eve. Say you’re ours.”
She gasps, sobs, her nails digging deep into his grey shoulders. “Yours… I’m yours!”
I grin, stroking myself harder, preparing to replace him. “Not enough, little human. Say both.”
Her voice breaks as Rafe slams into her again. “Both. I’m yours. Both of you. I always wanted to be both of yours, like this.”
Her words send a shiver down my spine. I can already imagine how she’ll feel when I drive into her next—already broken open by my brother, already wet, already ruined for anyone else. Just as Rafe was the first to be born, he set the standard.
Rafe slams into her one last time, grinding deep as she writhes against the wall, her mouth open on a moan. He pulls out, cock wet and gleaming, and steps back without a word. His hands still have her pinned for me.
Now she’s mine.
Rafe and I change places. I grab her by the hips and spin her, forcing her to face the wall.
Her breasts flatten against the crystal surface, her hands splayed helplessly.
Her wet cunt glistens, stretched and trembling from my brother’s cock, his seed dripping out onto the brown fur and shaking thighs.
“Hold her there,” I command.
I line myself up, thicker than him, the blunt head pushing against her soaked entrance.
She whimpers, shaking her head. “It won’t fit—”
“It always fits when I want it to.” Then I thrust into her, hard.
She screams with pleasure as I force my cock inside, splitting her wide, every inch stretching her. She’s tiny, five feet of trembling flesh, and I’m a giant burying myself to the hilt.
“Goddesses, yes,” I groan, grinding deeper, filling her completely. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re more perfect than I even thought you’d be. And you feel so good.”
Rafe leans down, lips brushing her ear. “Do you understand now what it means to wear the clothing you did? To be ours?”
I fuck her hard and determinedly. Eve’s whole body shakes with every thrust, and her breasts are sweaty and smear wet against the crystal surface.
I bend and bite her shoulder, tasting salt and human skin, then growl into her neck.
“You’re ours. You’ve always been ours. And this cunt is ours. Everything is ours.”
Her body convulses around me, clenching tight, betraying her. She’s coming again, helpless, soaking my cock as I drive through her orgasm. Her sobs turn into desperate moans.
I grab her hair, yank her head back. My thrusts grow savage, every stroke burying me to the root. “Say you’re ours.”
Her voice cracks. “Yes, I’m yours.”
The words rip through me, and I slam harder, using her, claiming her until her legs give out and Rafe holds her upright for me. Her small body convulses again, wracked by another climax, long and helpless.
When I finally spill inside her, it’s with a roar that echoes off the walls, hot and deep, filling her until it drips down her thighs. I don’t pull out right away. I grind into her, forcing her to feel every throb.
Only when she’s sagging, utterly spent, do I release her hair and kiss the side of her throat. “You belong to us, Eve. Nothing will ever change that.”
Rafe lets her wrists fall, and she slumps between us, marked, filled, broken, and trembling with the knowledge of exactly what she’s become. It’s what I always wanted. What we all have always wanted.
And now that Rafe has had her properly, not just his masturbation games with the Venus Lock, I know there will be no going back for him. He will never be able to let Eve go now.