Chapter 33 Burn
BURN
Burn stood rigid, the broad, slick head of his cock pressed firmly against Bright’s. The contact between them was a live wire—a strange, electric friction that sent jolts of pure sensation straight up his spine.
Fuck. He’d shared everything with Bright—blood, sweat, the cold floor of a prison cell—but he’d never dreamed their seed might mingle like this, in the mouth of a woman they both… fuck, what did they feel for her?
It was too complicated to name, but the raw, possessive need was simple enough.
His initial instinct had been rage at the violation—at the auctioneer’s smug face and the crowd’s hungry eyes. But that fury was rapidly being burned away by a hotter, more primal fire. His gaze dropped to Noelle, kneeling before them, and all coherent thought scattered.
Her scent was an intoxicating cloud of pure, feminine lust. There was no fear in it now, only a deep, hot arousal so potent it made his head spin. Her eyes, when she looked up at them, were soft and hazy—the pupils full and dark—dilated with need.
Her breathing was shallow—little panting breaths that made her exposed breasts—pushed high by the shimmering green gown—rise and fall in a hypnotic rhythm. Her nipples were tight, dark points of desire, begging for a mouth…for a tongue…for the teasing nip of his teeth.
A low, guttural growl of undiluted lust rose in Burn’s throat, vibrating through his chest just as the auctioneer snapped,
"Oh, very well. Go on girl—finish them. And swallow every last drop! I want to see you choke it all down."
Noelle nodded, a mute, obedient little bob of her head that sent another surge of heat straight to Burn’s groin. Then she got back to work, and fuck, it was even better than before!
Her mouth was a miracle of wet, sucking heat, her tongue a clever, wicked thing that danced and swirled over their two heads pressed together, tasting them both, making no distinction.
One of her hands came up, small and soft, to wrap around the base of Burn’s shaft, her fingers not quite meeting, while her other hand did the same for Bright.
She stroked them in time with the bobbing of her head, her grip firm and knowing.
The feeling of his own hard flesh sliding against Bright’s, lubricated by Noelle’s wet mouth and their own pre-cum, was fucking incredible. It was a new kind of intimacy, Burn thought—one that should have felt wrong but instead felt fated—like a missing piece of puzzle clicking into place.
“Gods,” Bright groaned and Burn growled in agreement. His best friend’s ragged groan was a mirror of his own pleasure—a shared symphony of mounting release.
As Burn watched Noelle sucking them both, his mind—always coarser, always dirtier than Bright’s—began to spiral into a darker, more explicit fantasy. If her soft little mouth could take them both like this, what about the rest of her?
He pictured the curvy little Elite on her hands and knees, that perfect, round ass in the air.
He imagined sinking into her dripping cunt while she rode him, as Bright pressed his aching cock into her tight, virgin asshole from behind.
They would stretch her to the limit, but a few bites of Bonding Fruit would make it possible.
Burn could almost hear her moans—not of pain, but of overwhelming pleasure—as they filled both her holes at once, claiming her completely, together.
Lost in the vision, his hand, seemingly of its own volition, reached down and tangled in Noelle’s long, soft hair. He didn’t guide her, didn’t force her—he just held on, his fingers fisting in the silken strands, anchoring himself to the reality of this hot, impossible moment.
"Gods," Bright groaned beside him, his body tensing. "Can't help it—going to come soon!"
"I'm right there with you," Burn agreed, his voice a husky rasp.
He looked down at Noelle—at her beautiful, flushed face, her lips stretched around their shared girth.
"You ready, baby?" he growled, the endearment coming out rough and possessive.
"Think you can take it if we both shoot at once?
Gonna fill that pretty little throat right the fuck up. "
She pulled back just enough to gasp for air, her swollen lips hovering near his glistening head.
"I…I'll try," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Just try to aim for my mouth."
"We'll both come down your throat at the same time, sweetheart," Bright promised her, his tone gentler but no less intense.
That was all the warning she had. As she began sucking them again, the coil in Burn’s belly snapped.
A raw, animal sound tore from his lips as his orgasm ripped through him, violent and all-consuming.
He felt the hot, thick pulses of his seed jetting out and, at the same exact moment, he felt Bright’s shaft twitch against his, his own seed joining the torrent.
It was a simultaneous eruption—their cream mixing together in the sweet, wet heat of Noelle’s dainty mouth as they came, spurting again and again.
Burn watched, mesmerized, as her throat worked, swallowing convulsively, taking every last drop as she’d been ordered.
A few stray drops escaped her lips, tracing glistening paths down her chin, and the sight of that—of their combined seed marking her skin—was the most erotic, satisfying thing he had ever seen.
Noelle kept sucking, gentle now that the first, deep pulses were over—milking them through the last, shuddering aftershocks. She continued until at last they were both spent, sagging against each other, breathless and utterly satiated.
Finally, she pulled away, gasping, her eyes dazed but fulfilled. She looked from Burn to Bright and back again, a slow, sated smile touching her soft lips.
Fuck, Burn thought, his heart still hammering. We’re never giving her up.