Chapter 16 #2
Kafran presses me forward again, keeping a hand between my shoulder blades while he eases partway out of my bottom and thrusts back in.
I cry out from shock and pain and pleasure. All three combine to cause a burst of energy that makes me want to bounce up and down on Skarg’s shaft.
“Easy, Little one,” Kafran demands. “Take your time. Let your body adjust.” His voice is strained as he eases in and out of me again.
Using my hands to brace myself, I meet Skarg’s unfocused gaze and lift up as high as I can before impaling myself again on his cock.
Kafran moves in sync, seeming to know exactly when to pull out and push back in. There’s a rhythm, and the three of us find it quickly.
My arousal grows once again as the stretching eases, and I’m left with pure pleasure. I’m bombarded with sensations. I can’t fully focus on any one thing between both my holes and the sway of my newly pierced tits.
Skarg’s face tightens, and his entire body stiffens right before he gasps and then moans through his release.
The pulsing of his semen entering me is so powerful that I can feel it.
Kafran grips my hips tighter to steady me as he finds his own release in my bottom seconds later.
A wave of renewed arousal takes over my body. A frenzy of need I’ve never experienced before. I felt a desperate need when their essence got on my skin in the night, but this is so much more powerful.
I come so hard that my pussy and bottom clench down on both my Papis’ erections, causing the two of them to groan so loudly that their sound eclipses my own cries of release.
One orgasm becomes two, or maybe it just won’t stop. I can’t catch my breath. All I know is a deep need for them to keep fucking me, harder, faster, again.
Instead Kafran pulls out of my bottom and lifts me off Skarg’s erection. He quickly turns me around, cradles me against his chest, and hurries from the bedroom.
I squirm in his arms, pushing at him, trying to get him to release me. Why did he stop? I need more. I didn’t want them to pull out of me. I wasn’t ready.
Did I even come? Oh, yes. I did. A lot. I think I’m still having an orgasm now, but it’s not enough.
Suddenly, I’m lowered into the basin and water surrounds me.
Kafran holds me under the water while Skarg grabs the sprayer and angles it between my legs, the pressure pounding against my pussy and tight rear hole.
He uses his other hand to soap my folds and continues washing me for several minutes, letting the water out and refilling it until he’s finally satisfied that I’m clean.
Kafran wraps me in a soft towel and brings me to his chest.
I whimper against him, trembling and confused as I regain my faculties. “Ohh…” I mutter.
Kafran chuckles. “Yeah, oh. We warned you. Now you know.”
My chest is rising and falling quickly. My pussy is still pulsing with need even though the desperation has subsided. It’s only lessened enough for me to have sane thoughts. It still exists, a constant tingling that makes it difficult for me to focus.
Kafran carries me around, rocking me against his chest for a while before passing me off to Skarg who now wears a pair of pants. I assume he has cleaned up, and now it’s Kafran’s turn.
“Such a good girl,” Skarg praises over and over, kissing my temple and cradling me close to his chest. My breasts are flattened to his, the piercings tugging just enough to provide a constant reminder that I’m now totally theirs in every imaginable way.
The nipple rings were the last aspect of our bonding, and now that I’m wearing them, I feel the weight of how deep our connection is.
Their love is palpable. I feel it, too. It’s not like anything I ever experienced on Earth, and according to my Papis, I never would have.
It’s the bond. It’s not a concept we have on Earth.
Nothing this powerful unites people to each other.
“Let’s get a diaper on you, Baby girl,” Skarg says as he carries me into the nursery.
I whimper as soon as he restrains me to the changing table. I miss his touch. Even though his hands are on me at all times, I prefer the feeling of being pressed against him. I prefer the feeling of both of them being inside me. I wish they’d never pulled out.
Papi spreads my legs wider than usual and holds a bright light up to my folds.
He intimately examines me for so long that I nearly come from his slight touch and intense gaze.
He rubs a cream all over my pussy, including under the hood that protects my clit.
When he’s satisfied with that, he pushes more of the ointment up inside my channel, making me buck and moan.
Lastly, he inserts a generous amount into my bottom, lingering to graze over my sensitive nerve endings until I’m writhing with need.
Papi doesn’t let me come, though. Instead, he fastens me into my diaper, cleans up his hands, and then releases me so he can lift me into his arms again.
He holds me upright so my face is level with his, his hand tucked under my bottom. “I love you, Mercy.”
“I love you, too, Papi.”
Kafran joins us, smiling. He rubs my back. “I want in on this lovefest,” he teases before looking at me with a serious expression. “I love you, Little one.”
“I love you, too, Papi.” I’m all warm inside. Never in my twenty years did I expect to feel this exuberant. There were times I was happy when it was just me and my grandmother, but it’s been so long that I don’t remember the feeling.
My life is nothing like I expected. I will thank the heavens every day until I die that I jumped out of the limo and made a run for it. That decision brought me to Club Zoom and straight into the arms of my saviors. My Papis. My whole world.