Chapter 11 #2
Her fingers skimmed the sensitive junction where my tail met my spine, then slipped to the base of my tail, circling my hole.
I buried my face in the mattress to muffle my whimper.
The pleasure was sharp, immediate—a distraction from the horror of reality.
I heard the snap of a cap opening, then felt the cool slickness of lube against my hole.
Leah’s fingers circled teasingly, then pressed inward with surprising confidence.
“Wait—” I protested weakly, but my objection dissolved into a moan as her finger slipped inside me.
“You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” she asked, working a second finger alongside the first, stretching me with practiced ease. “Your body’s telling me otherwise. You want Aano to fuck away your worries the way he does for me.”
She was right. As I lifted my hips further, my cock hung heavy and leaking between my thighs, pre-cum dripping onto the hotel sheets.
Behind her, Aano had stripped, his massive blue frame naked and glorious, both shafts of his Tholkon cock fully erect.
The main shaft jutted out, long and thick, while the etoux—the secondary reproductive appendage—stood proudly against his abdomen, glistening with his natural lubricant.
“Fuck,” I gasped as Leah’s fingers found my prostate, a jolt of pleasure temporarily drowning out my anxiety. “Please—”
“Please what?” She twisted her fingers inside me, scissoring them to stretch me further.
What could I say? Please stop because my brother’s been kidnapped? Please continue because this might be the last moment of pleasure before everything falls apart? Please forgive me for lying to you?
“Please more,” was all I managed, hating myself for the weakness even as I pushed back against her hand.
Aano positioned himself on the bed, sliding in next to her.
With practiced ease, he unwrapped her like a gift, exposing her pale, perfect body.
She giggled as he reclined on the mattress and pulled her down onto his face, her knees on either side of his head as he eagerly buried his face in her pussy.
The obscene, wet sounds of his enthusiastic attention filled the room alongside Leah’s breathless moans. She continued working her fingers inside me, adding a third while her free hand reached beneath to stroke my cock in time with her thrusts.
“God, Aano,” she gasped, grinding down against his tongue. “Your mouth—fuck—”
I couldn’t see what he was doing to her, but the rhythmic movement of his head and the increasing pitch of her moans painted a vivid picture. Meanwhile, her fingers had reduced me to a quivering mess, my tail thrashing with each stroke against my prostate.
“He’s ready,” she announced breathlessly, withdrawing her fingers. The sudden emptiness made me whimper shamefully.
I felt the bed shift as Aano gripped Leah’s hips helping her off of him, then, positioning her in front of me, between my bound arms, and I lifted my head to watch.
He spread her legs, and her drenched pussy glistened in front of me like a treat.
He grabbed my hair and pressed my face forward, instructing me to lick her clit, then guided my tail to thrust into her, the tip teasing her entrance before sliding inside.
“Oh god,” she cried out, bracing herself on his chest. “Your tail—so deep—”
She didn’t know just how much of an erogenous zone my tail was, and her pussy felt so good wrapped around me. She was tight and wet and perfect around the most sensitive part of my tip, and I moaned.
Aano’s hands reached for my hips, guiding me backward until I felt the blunt head of his main shaft pressing against my prepared hole.
The pressure built gradually as he eased inside me, stretching me beyond what Leah’s fingers had prepared me for.
The burn walked that exquisite line between pain and pleasure, dragging a low, guttural moan from my throat.
I’d never taken a cock before, but I knew at once that this would be something I’d crave.
“So tight,” Aano growled. “Take it all, Yahn.”
Inch by excruciating inch, he fed his cock into me, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force.
My mind fragmented, drowning in the overwhelming fullness of being stuffed with his cock, in the taste of her drenched pussy and the grip of her cunt around my tail.
When he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against my ass, I felt his etoux—that secondary shaft unique to Tholkons—sliding along my crack, leaving trails of his natural lubricant across my sensitive skin.
Each subtle movement jostled both his main cock inside me and the etoux grinding against me, sending dual waves of sensation up my spine.
“Fuck!” Leah cried out as my tail twisted and curled inside her. By now I knew there was a spot on her inner walls that made her pussy gush with moisture, and I loved touching her there.
Her pleasure amplified my own, creating a feedback loop of arousal that temporarily smothered my guilt.
Aano began to thrust—shallow at first, then deeper, each stroke massaging my prostate with devastating accuracy.
His etoux slid along my crack with each movement, the ridged underside catching on my sensitive rim where his main shaft stretched me open.
“Please,” I begged against her pussy, not even sure what I was asking for anymore. “More, harder, please—”
Aano responded by increasing his pace, driving into me with enough force to rock the entire bed. My tail had a mind of its own and pumped in and out of Leah in counterpoint to his thrusts, creating a rhythm that had all three of us moaning in sync.
I felt debased, used, gloriously full—and for these precious moments, I could forget the horror waiting outside our hotel room door. The pressure built at the base of my spine, my tail curling involuntarily as my orgasm approached.
“Gonna—gonna come,” I warned, voice breaking as Aano hit my prostate with particular force.
“Not yet,” Aano commanded, slowing his pace torturously. “Not until Leah comes first.”
As if on cue, Leah’s moans crescendoed, her body tensing visibly as her inner walls clamped down on my tail.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming,” she cried, grinding down against my face while her thighs trembled.
The sight of her pleasure, the sound of her release, combined with Aano’s renewed thrusting sent me hurtling over the edge.
My cock pulsed untouched, painting the sheets beneath me with thick ropes of cum as my entire body convulsed with the force of my orgasm.
Aano followed seconds later, his cock swelling impossibly larger inside me before releasing hot spurts that I could feel painting my insides.
His etoux twitched against my crack, leaving trails of blue-tinged fluid.
For several minutes, we remained locked together, trembling and panting.
As Leah reached over to untie me, reality seeped back slowly, bringing with it the crushing weight of my secret.
Ruhn was still out there, still in danger.
And I was here, debauched and satisfied, while my brother suffered.
Leah against the headboard, her sweaty skin glowing with post-orgasmic bliss. “That was incredible,” she murmured, reaching out to stroke my face tenderly.
I leaned into her touch despite myself, guilt making the gentle gesture almost unbearable. Aano carefully withdrew from me, his cum leaking down my thighs as he moved to Leah’s other side, sandwiching her between us.
“You okay?” he asked me over her head, his eyes communicating far more than the simple question.
No, I wasn’t okay. My brother was in the hands of the Ducal Syndicate. We were all in danger. And I was trapped in a web of lies that grew more tangled by the moment.