Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Mercy
I can’t believe I consented to having my nipples pierced.
If someone would have asked me three weeks ago if I would ever get my nipples pierced, I would have told them hell to the no.
Never. Granted, it’s been over six months, but in my mind it’s been two weeks since I met these two men who claimed me as their own and saved me from an unimaginable fate.
We’re back home now, and I’m standing in the bedroom, staring at myself in the full-length mirror.
“What do you think?” Skarg asks from behind me.
“I think I’ve lost my mind,” I joke.
Kafran chuckles. He’s next to Skarg also at my back. “That’s okay. We found it.”
I giggle, which makes the stones sway against my breasts.
I’m loathe to admit it, but I think my nipples look prettier with the hoops than they did without.
Maybe I’m just making that up, but I don’t care.
I need to learn to see myself through new eyes, so I’ll start by admitting the stones are very pretty.
I let my gaze roam down my body and back up. It’s not something I’ve done since I arrived here. Hell, it’s not something I’ve ever done. I’ve avoided mirrors for many years.
I knew I wasn’t attractive because everyone told me so. For that reason, I stopped looking in mirrors. But what if they were wrong? What if I’m pretty?
“You’re stunning,” Skarg says softly as if he can read my mind.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Kafran agrees.
I stand taller. I’m not even wearing a diaper because I wanted to see myself naked, and my Papis let me. “Maybe I’m just soft.”
Kafran sets a hand on my hip. “In all the right places that make me drool.”
Skarg grips my other hip. “Soft and sexy.”
I meet their gazes in the mirror. “Are you going to make love to me now?”
“Yes, Little one. If you’re ready.” Kafran kisses my shoulder.
“I’m ready.”
Skarg scoops me off the floor and rushes to deposit me on the bed with a bounce. It makes me laugh because that’s the same thing Kafran did at Ekert’s house when I made the decision to get my nipples pierced.
“On your knees, Baby girl,” Skarg demands. “We want to look at you.”
I spin around and rise onto my knees, exposing myself to their gazes.
It’s surreal. I’ve spent most of my life envisioning a night when I would be forced to give my virginity to a pig of a man who didn’t deserve it and would have been cruel to me.
Dick wouldn’t have done a single thing to make it nice for me.
I would have gone years if not my entire life without knowing what it would feel like to orgasm or be truly loved.
In a twist of fate, I happened to be only a few blocks from Club Zoom when I jumped out of my matrimonial limo at a red light and took off running. Was I always meant to do exactly that? Skarg and Kafran seem to think so.
Now I have two men instead of one asshole.
Both of them are looking at me as though I hang all the moons in the universe while they remove their pants, exposing their huge erections.
I know why they made me wear that thick plug all day.
They only took it out when they removed my diaper a few minutes ago.
I’m suddenly grateful for the way it stretched my bottom because one of the two shafts in front of me is going into my tight rear hole in a few minutes.
“We’ve never talked about birth control,” I say, grateful to have the one brain cell working. “Do you have condoms?”
Skarg shakes his head. “We don’t need any form of protection, Baby girl. We don’t carry any diseases, and our species aren’t compatible enough for us to impregnate you.”
I stare at them for a few seconds, trying to process what he just said. “Really?”
Kafran nods. “Human females cannot get pregnant from our species.”
Suddenly I realize I’ve never seen a baby or a child since I’ve been here.
Relief overwhelms me to the extent that I shudder.
I’ve never voiced my concerns about having babies, but I’ve thought about what their expectations might be several times.
I have no interest in being a mom. I never have.
I was meant to be a human incubator for Fredrick’s babies, and the thought always made me queasy.
Now I’m finding out neither of my men has plans to get me pregnant. It’s not even possible.
“Are you okay, Little one?” Kafran asks as he steps closer.
I smile. “More than okay. Are you two going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to make me yours?”
Skarg chuckles as he sets a knee on the bed and climbs up. “Hands and knees, Baby girl. I’m going to lie on my back, and you’re going to straddle my waist.”
I watch as he reclines, and I giggle as I try to plant my knees on either side of his hips. My legs aren’t long enough.
Kafran lifts my knees one at a time and puts pillows under them, elevating me a bit and making me laugh.
“Next time you insinuate any part of you is big, I’ll spank you so hard you won’t remember your name,” he teases. At least I think he’s joking. Maybe not…
Skarg grips my hips. “Nestle your pussy against my shaft, Baby girl.” He lifts me a few inches to align himself up with where he wants me and lowers me so that his shaft rubs between my folds. It’s so erotic that I’m already panting.
“Good girl,” he continues, “Now, put your hands on my chest. I want to see those pretty stones swaying.”
I glance down at my boobs hanging heavily over him. The stones drag against his chest.
Skarg moans as he slides his hands up to cup my breasts. “Fuck, that’s sexy.” He lifts one and brings the nipple to his lips.
Apparently the numbness has worn off. I’m not feeling any pain, though. All I feel is pleasure, and it’s at a new level. Now I understand what happens when my Papis get their saliva in me through the piercings. A rush of need so strong consumes me, nearly making me come.
I press my pussy down over Skarg’s erection, and that’s all it takes for me to tip over the edge. I cry out as pleasure washes through me. So much pleasure that my vision blurs, and I find myself grinding against Papi’s cock, wanting more, craving it more than oxygen.
When Skarg switches to my other nipple, I come again, shuddering violently, my arms shaking. I don’t have to hold myself upright, though. Kafran has a grip on my torso.
Skarg releases my second nipple with a loud pop. “I think our Little girl likes the piercings.”
I’m panting, my body still pulsing. But I’m also desperate for more. I don’t want them to tease me anymore. I want them to fuck me. Both of them. I’m not even scared. I need them inside me as if my life depends on it.
Kafran has settled on his knees between Skarg’s legs. He lifts my hips several inches while Skarg reaches between us to line his erection up with my entrance. “Kafran is going to lower you over my cock, Baby girl. It will be tight, but you’ll adjust.”
I nod. “Please, Papi…” It doesn’t even matter which one of them I’m talking to. Both.
As Skarg’s erection enters me, I stiffen. It’s so big. Way too big. I understand intellectually that my vagina will stretch around him, but at this moment, that seems impossible.
“Deep breath, Baby girl,” Skarg demands. “Relax your cunt. Try not to stiffen.”
I can no more obey that order than I can go sky diving this afternoon. My body isn’t taking orders from anyone, including me.
I wince as I’m stretched wider and wider until Papi is filling me so full that it seems like I’ll tear into two pieces.
Kafran pulls me upright, wraps one arm under my breasts, and turns my head so he can kiss me. “We love you so much, Little one. You’re being so brave today.”
I kiss him back, trying to ignore the pressure between my legs. When will it ease?
Kafran moves his lips to my neck and grips my chin, holding me steady while he pierces behind my ear.
A few seconds later, I’m breathing easier, calming. Even my pussy is relaxing. I suspect nerves were making me clench too tight.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Drop your palms back onto Skarg’s chest. I’m going to enter your bottom now.”
I whimper as I obey him. I want this, but I’m also scared. I’ve never had anything as large as their shafts in either of my holes, and we’re doing both at once. It’s kind of unavoidable, but nerve-wracking.
Skarg cups my face. “Look at me, Baby girl. Relax your bottom now. Let Kafran in.”
I nod. At least I think I nod. Words won’t form. I try not to stiffen as Kafran rubs lubricant against my tight hole and then slips a finger into me. It’s not too bad. His finger is smaller than the giant dildo they made me wear today.
After sliding it in and out a few times, he adds a second finger, making me arch my chest and wince.
Kafran palms my back. “You’re doing so well, Little one.” He removes his fingers. I can’t see what he’s doing, but a minute later, he nudges my tight hole with what I assume is his cock.
“Another deep breath,” he orders.
I’m not sure I’ve obeyed any of their breathing commands, but I try hard to do so now, inhaling slowly until my lungs are full and so is my bottom. It’s so tight. Both my holes are stretched to the max now.
Neither man moves. They both stroke my skin reverently everywhere. My hips, breasts, face, neck… They keep touching me, and eventually my body relaxes. The double intrusion is demanding movement.
“Please,” I beg.
Kafran lifts me by the hips, slowly easing me off Skarg’s erection until just the tip is inside me. Then he lowers me back down.
Every nerve ending in my body tingles, but seemingly billions of them are inside my channel, and they’ve all come alive from a dormant sleep to make themselves known.
It’s so good. So incredible. Better than anything I ever could have imagined—and these two men have given me some amazing orgasms.
My clit is pulsing, demanding attention.
“Grind your clit against the base of my shaft,” Skarg orders.
When Kafran lowers me the next time, I do just that and end up emitting a high-pitched, erotic sound as I rock against him.