Chapter 74
Rosomon
My joy continues to climb, as the men speak their vows to me and each other, and I do the same, exposing my heart and commitment to each of them in turn.
I already feel very close to these men, but I didn’t think it was possible to feel so utterly connected as a group, as a family, bound together for all time.
When we’re finished our vows, each of them kisses me deeply, then they embrace each other, and Zogar pulls out a blindfold.
“Another blindfold?” My desire is almost as strong as my love and joy at the moment, and while I’m excited about making love while wearing a blindfold, I think that today I’d prefer to look into their eyes.
“We have another surprise.” Zogar positions the blindfold.
“But after we reveal this surprise,” Saxon whispers in my ear. “If it’s not what you want, you must tell us.”
I nod, and Tynan and Saxon stroke my arms and my throat. My heart slams against my chest.
Music, not unlike the kind I heard in the Darkness, fills my ears and vibrates through me, and then Saxon removes the blindfold.
Our surroundings have completely transformed. It’s as if I’m back in that vampyre club, except there’s only the four of us. Lights shine, reflecting off mirrors and gem-studded velvet wall coverings, and ornate crystal chandeliers drape down from above. Zogar gestures to the side, and I gasp.
He’s recreated the plaque-like contraption those women were bound to. But his version’s more luxurious, it looks far softer, and I expect its dimensions were made especially for me.
“Oh, Zogar.” I turn toward him. Not only did I tell him that someday I’d like to experience sex while bound to such a device, but in some ways, this also helps to balance this day with the ceremony on the Throne of Consummation.
“If you’d prefer a bed—” Saxon turns my face toward his, concern in his eyes. “If you’d prefer anything else.”
I shake my head. “I’d very much like to try this.” My teeth scrape my bottom lip as my cleft grows slicker, fluttering in anticipation.
“Then let’s get you strapped in,” Tynan says. He looks even more excited about this than I am, and he leans in close to my ear. “I love your sense of adventure.” His teeth nip my ear lobe. “And once you’re trapped in that thing, I plan to fuck you senseless.”
Need ripples through me, and suddenly my garments have changed.
My wedding gown is gone, and I’m dressed in a bra, like the ones in the Darkness, with half-moon wires that lift my flesh, leaving my breasts mostly exposed.
The hair above my cleft is covered by lace, held up by tiny ribbons that loop around my hips and stretch back through the cheeks of my bottom.
I shift, and the tease of the ribbon’s pressure makes me crave the men even more.
The plaque, instead of being mounted on a wall, is suspended from above, so the men can move behind me.
Zogar lifts me, and all three men quickly work together to settle me into position. My feet rest in padded loops, not unlike stirrups on a horse’s saddle, and my legs are bent up next to my chest and spread to the sides.
The men, my husbands, lift my hands, and my wrists are secured, leaving me unable to move and fully exposed and vulnerable to whatever they have planned.
“I think she needs to be blindfolded again,” Tynan says. “That way she won’t know whose cock is going to drill her until it’s inside.”
My cunt pulses with excitement, but Saxon looks at me with concern.
I smile at him. “I want this.”
Saxon presses his forehead against mine and his woodsy scent heightens my desire. “If one of us does something you don’t want,” Saxon says softly. “Promise you’ll tell me.”
I nod. “I promise, but—”
“But what, ma chérie?”
Naughty thoughts stir inside me, thinking of that night with Tynan, when we put on the show for the mistresses. “If I beg one of you to stop, or to slow down…it might actually heighten my fantasy.”
“Then choose something else to say,” Tynan strokes my leg and tickles the bottom of my foot, making me squirm. “Something random,” he says. “How about turret.”
I nod. “If I want one of you to stop, I’ll say turret.”
A soft blindfold magically covers my eyes, and suddenly I’m not only immobilized, I’m sightless.
My skin is highly sensitive to the soft padding covering the supports, to the fur that’s teasing my back and encircling my wrists and ankles, and also to the ribbon stretched through my folds.
Every part of me tingles with sparks, as if I’m about to catch fire.
The three men are speaking softly to each other, but I can’t make out their words over the pounding music, and I squirm, testing my limits. What are they planning?
“You belong to us, now,” Zogar says.
“You are ours,” Tynan adds. “Ours to use for our pleasure.”
My channel throbs.
“You have no way to escape,” Saxon growls, then he moves his lips close to my ear. “Unless you say turret.”
“We’ve made a wager,” Tynan says. “A competition to see who can fuck you the hardest. Who can make you scream the loudest.”
From behind me, Tynan’s hands grasp my nipples, and I buck at the contact, but I’m barely able to move.
“We’re going to fuck you until you can’t distinguish pleasure from pain.” Zogar’s voice vibrates inside me. He’s never threatened me like this.
“And each time you take the dragon’s huge cock,” Saxon’s fingers lightly fondle my wet folds. “His girth will split you in two, but his seed will restore your cunt, making you ready to take even more.”
The pulsing inside me increases, because I well know that both parts of what Saxon’s saying is true.
While I’ve taken Zogar’s cock countless times now, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the intense stretch and fullness, but it’s also true that his body soothes mine, leaving me satisfied and undamaged.
And with these men, I’m always ready for more.
“Have mercy,” I say, getting in to the game. “Please, my husbands, your cocks are large, and my cunt is very small.”
“Silence!” Zogar barks. “Your cunt. Every part of you, now belongs to us.”
I nod, wishing I could see their expressions, but also knowing it might temper the illusion of danger they’re working hard to create. Our vows reinforced what I already know—I may be theirs, but they are mine, too. And I can stop this any time that I choose to.
Suddenly multiple hands land upon me. Fingers tenderly stroke my skin, their caresses in defiance of their violent threats. My husbands’ hands massage and fondle me, they tease and rub and stroke me, until my need nears desperation.
Fingers pinch both of my nipples at the same moment two thick fingers impale me.
I cry out at the unexpected sharp pleasure, and another hand clamps over my mouth. “Quiet.”
I breathe against the palm—it’s Saxon’s. Two of Zogar’s thick long fingers are driving deeply and quickly, while Tynan’s fingers alternate between pinching and teasing my hard and overly sensitive nipples.
I whimper against Saxon’s palm.
“I said quiet,” he growls.
“Her disobedience requires punishment.” Tynan’s fingers vacate my nipples, quickly replaced by something tighter and colder that also pinches—clips like the ones Lucian put on his pet—and then I feel the sharp sting of a slap on my bottom.
My cries are muffled against Saxon’s hand, and the pace of Zogar’s plunging fingers accelerates.
“She definitely needs more punishment,” Zogar says. “It’s making her slicker.”
“That’s because she knows she deserves it.” Tynan spanks me again, and then tenderly rubs the warmed, stinging skin until it tingles.
Saxon’s free hand flicks the clips around my nipples, and Tynan spanks me again and again, until my ass grows so hot it might start a fire.
“My fingers aren’t enough.” Zogar’s fingers withdraw. “She needs to be stuffed by a cock.”
Saxon’s hand leaves my mouth, leaving me panting.
Lost in a haze, I lose track of their movement, until someone’s rod drives deep inside me. I cry out in shock and pleasure.
Saxon. It’s Saxon’s cock. He pauses for a short moment before vigorously pumping, driving so deeply I suspect he’s using the sides of my mount to brace his thrusts.
His face hovers over mine, and hard exhales join each of his thrusts to bathe my lips. I reach my mouth forward, hoping for a kiss, but he keeps his mouth just away from mine—but so close I feel the heat, and I grow even more desperate to kiss him.
“Do you like this?” he growls as his hips unrelentingly pump into me. “Do you like it, when I nail you to this board with my cock?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes!’
He immediately backs away, his cock sliding out of me, leaving my hips pulsing as if I’m still being pounded.
The cold clamps leave my nipples, and I moan in relief as the heat from the pinching radiates.
The men’s hands travel over me, and the experience quickly shifts from rough to something tender and reverent, and the change is so sharp, my mind is left spinning, my skin unsure how to process gentle caresses in contrast to the forceful penetration.
My nipples are pinched tight again, and at the same moment, Tynan’s long cock slams into me, hitting so deep that I scream.
Zogar growls.
“She’s okay,” Tynan says. “We’ve done it like this before.”
I nod in agreement, although it’s hard to know if my gesture was noticed, because Tynan chooses that same moment to start slamming into me at an angle that slides me against the fur, even with me so tightly strapped against it.
They tip me back slightly. It lessens the depth of Tynan’s drives, but not their force or their speed. If anything, that increases.
A pinnacle of pleasure builds inside me, and I contain my sounds, not wanting any outburst to either make Tynan stop or bring more punishment, even though the pinching and spanking also heightens my pleasure.
Tynan pulls out. “Feed her cunt the monster-sized cock. Split her in two.”
Zogar growls, and I can tell it’s part desire and part annoyance at Tynan’s choice of words.