Chapter 32
Haven
She was being handled. Controlled. Just as assuredly when he chained her up the first time. It set her belly off into a twisting, tightening rush of excitement. A feeling that completely dropped away the last lingering remnants of her uncertainty and worry.
All of it driven away by the firm hand he kept on her neck. Left behind as he used that grip, and the second hand on her hip, to walk her forward towards his trap.
She expected him to lift her up to the hole, because that’s what he usually did. However, that’s not what happened. He kept pushing, forcing her forward. Making her step up onto those footholds that she hasn’t used since her first time.
But he wasn’t letting her climb in. He let go of her neck so she could put her head and torso in, but he kept the grip on her hip, keeping her from dropping down.
He held her there, kept her in place with her torso in the trap, her back half standing on the little steps that led inside. She couldn’t see what he did, but she felt the moment the panels of the trap began closing around her.
She gasped, looking back, but too late. The trap was closed around her waist, locking her in place as assuredly as chains would.
But her torso was inside the nest, her hands on the wall, keeping herself up.
Her back half outside the trap, feet up on her toes, taking some of the pressure off her abdomen.
But she couldn’t argue that she was trapped.
Stuck.
She was stuck in the wall, with nothing to protect her from Vytln. And when he let go of her hip, she realized she had absolutely no way to track him either. The panels closed around her waist cut off her line of sight. The sound proofing meant she couldn’t hear either.
She could only feel. Feel when Vytln was grabbing her pants and ripping them apart, leaving her completely exposed. Feel when he smacked the newly revealed skin of her ass. Feel as he used his thumbs to part her pussy lips. And feel his eyes on her.
Haven panted, covering her mouth as her eyes went wide.
The sensory deprivation, being completely unaware of what he was doing, made the sensations stronger.
Better. Her eyes were open, she was looking forward, but she saw nothing as she became hyperfocused on the press of his thumb against her entrance.
Pressing. Pulling back. Teasing. Spreading her wetness as she went up higher on her toes, trying to invite him further.
But he pulled away. Depriving her of his touch.
She panted, whining, trying to push herself back.
To get him to touch her again. But just as she was stuck from going forward, she was also stuck from going backward.
The panels of the trap were tight. Not crushing, but she couldn’t forget they were there.
Pinching just perfectly around the lowest part of her waist. Unable to move up or down thanks to her ribs and hips.
Stuck. Absolutely trapped.
Something grabbed her ankle, and she cried out in surprise.
She hadn’t expected that. Nor did she expect her leg to be suddenly pulled up and spread out.
She felt something loop around her knee before the hand was releasing her.
But her leg couldn’t fall. He’d tied up her one leg, spreading her open, forcing her to stretch to keep the other foot on its step.
She didn’t know what to expect next. She shivered as she imagined him back there.
Staring at her. Stroking one or both of his cocks.
She could swear she felt the heat of his skin just barely grazing over her.
Or maybe that was his gaze, stroking over her half revealed body, the tattered remains of her pants hanging around her hips and trapped around her calves.
She was ready for anything, she thought. His fingers in her pussy. His tongue on her clit. His hands smacking against her ass. His cock pressing into her. Spreading her open. Taking advantage of how stuck and helpless she was.
The very thought had her back arching up. Trying to offer herself to him. Silently assuring him that he could do whatever he wanted. She was loving it all.
But what he did next wasn’t any of those things.
Instead, she felt something cold and wet dripping down the crack of her ass. She cried out, jumping, but of course, she couldn’t get away.
That wasn’t his cum. His cum was hot. Burning and thick. This was way too cool. Way too fluid. Way too… slippery.
She realized what it must be right as he felt him grabbing her ass and pulling her cheeks, opening her dark hole to his gaze.
And the thumb she felt spreading the lube he’d applied.
He circled the tight ring of muscle, making her shiver and whimper as she pressed back into him.
Silently telling him that she was okay with it.
That she was enjoying the strange but sensitive feeling.
She’d seen his cocks. She genuinely didn’t think that he could fit one that way…
But she had also been doubtful that he’d fit the normal way, so…
Maybe, with enough practice-
Haven let out a long, groaning whine as she felt his thumb, thick and hot, pressing pass her sphincter. Spreading her open. Forcing his way in. It didn’t go deep. Not even past the first knuckle. But somehow, she was even more stuffed than when he was completely in her.
He didn’t press further than that. Just gently stroked his thumb in and out, never fully leaving her, but pushing her open. Getting her accustomed to this.
Then, his other hand was there. Rubbing alternating quick and slow circles around her clit. She tried to jerk and thrash, but stuck as she was, she couldn’t do anything but surrender herself to the way he was just playing with her.
And when she felt his lips kissing her thigh right before taking a large bite, she knew that’s exactly what he was doing.
He was playing with her like a toy. Teasing and tormenting.
The sharp bite made her squeal and jump, but she didn’t try to pull away.
It hurt, but it wasn’t painful. It was wonderful in the way of spice in her food, the heat in her bath water, the smack of his hand across the roundest part of her ass.
A pinch that sent shockwaves up her spine as her hips rocked back, trying to chase more of that wonderful sting.
The angle of Vytln’s hand changed. She squeaked, reaching back reflexively, but there was nothing for her hands to do but smack against the smooth metal walls.
Before she could figure out what he was doing, she felt a pressure at her pussy entrance.
That was her only, brief warning before Vytln slammed deep. She screamed. Somehow both eager and unprepared for his sudden entrance.
He set a ruthless and immediate pace. Fucking her, thumb still in her ass, his fingers still stroking around her clit. The way he’d opened her leg left her completely vulnerable to the assault. One that made her cry out and smack against the walls of her trap.
And like before, it felt so much like he was just playing with her. He’d stuck her in the wall so he could fuck her as he pleased, and she could only stand there. She couldn’t even hold on because there was nothing to hold onto.
All the racing thoughts and questions that always plagued her drained from her brain as it was instead replaced with the altering pleasure that melted her brain into a puddle.
She came quickly the first time. Right along with Vytln. The burning of his cum spurting inside her made her one leg shake and nearly drop, forcing him to pull his thumb from her ass so he could grab her hip and stabilize her.
He pulled out one cock and replaced it with the second in a move so quick and smooth, she might not have noticed if it weren’t for how full she felt from the swelling of the second. She was still shuddering from her orgasm as he fucked her through it right to another one.
It was as she was shaking from that, eyes rolled back, feeling him fill her up again, that the grasp of the trap panels loosened.
He’d pulled the lever, setting her free.
He used that space to yank her out and back against his chest. One of her legs still up, he grabbed her by the thighs and lifted the second one, holding her high so he could keep fucking her as her head fell back against his shoulder. Only nonsense sounds were escaping now.
She raised one arm, stroking his cheek as she dropped her head so she could look at his face.
She loved the burning of his eyes. The strain of his expression.
The way his normal, grumpy stoicism gave way to fierce passion set butterflies off in her belly, even as it was tensing up with the force of her lingering orgasm.
“Vyt…ln…” she barely managed to stutter as he continued claiming her. Endless, tireless. He wouldn’t let her go for a mark or more, she knew. And she loved it. She nuzzled his head as he continued plowing up into her. Adoring the way he claimed her.
He paused then, only long enough to press a kiss to the side of her mouth. A brief flash of tenderness that made her hum in delight before he started flexing his hips. Taking her long and slow and incredibly deep.
“Can you keep going?” He asked, voice rough and needy.
She smiled, nodding and nuzzling him at the same time.
“Good,” he pressed one more kiss to her cheek before reaching up and untying the length of cord he’d used to hold up her leg. As it came down, she groaned from the stretch in her ligaments. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“You are already having me pregnant,” she smiled weakly.
“That doesn’t mean I’ll ever be done with you,” he bit her shoulder as he took her towards the hole into her trap. He lifted her up, sliding her off his cock. She whimpered as a rush of his cum slid out along with his shaft.
He was so gentle with her as he pushed her through the entrance of his trap. She slid inside, but she wasn’t alone long. Vytln jumped right in after her. Covering her body with his. Kissing her like they hadn’t been apart at all.
Haven smiled as she wrapped her arms around him. Pulling him close as he lifted her legs around his waist.
Vytln didn’t seem to know what quickies were. The sessions with him involved multiple orgasms for each of them leaving her completely exhausted by the time he was done. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.