XXIX
Tori
T he camera should make me feel more uncomfortable than it does. I’d assumed the initiation video would be saved somewhere, hidden from the world like everyone else’s, but instead, it’s getting regular viewing from Gemini. Now, this one is going to join their collection?
Every time I move my body back and forth, my nipples brush against the apron. Worse still is the sensation that shoots through me as the rocking forces the butt plug deeper inside my body. Initially, it’s uncomfortable, but it quickly becomes almost enjoyable. Only, it leaves me wanting more—something to fill my pussy the same way.
Staring at the phone like I’m staring at Gemini through the camera, I take his cock as deep into my mouth as I can, eager to use my whole body to move my head up and down his length. Although not as satisfying as it would be in my pussy, using my hips as I rock back and forth makes the butt plug move back and forth, and it almost feels like I’m being fucked.
Almost.
It doesn’t take long before the bar anchoring the butt plug in place has me gasping around Gemini’s dick. Each time I do, his cock seems to get closer to my throat.
“You like that, don’t you?” Gemini asks. “Fuck, Vixen. I know you can take me deeper than that. Gemini says, let me in your fucking throat.”
He grabs the back of my head, and as I take him all in my mouth, he bucks his hips, forcing his cock so deep, that I’m practically choking around him. He doesn’t stop, and nor do I, until he has an orgasm a short time later.
“Fuck, yes,” he cries. His grip tightens in my hair, but even as his thick, salty cum fills my mouth, he doesn’t let me stop, and I’m unable to swallow any of it. Then suddenly, Gemini pulls his cock from my mouth and leans forward. “You made a mess of my dick, so you’re going to lick every last drop of my cum up, and you’re going to show me how fucking good it tastes.” He stands in front of me, bringing his cock in front of my mouth.
I’m frustrated beyond belief, desperate for my own release, but I’m also glad for his instruction, because it means I can focus on this instead of the need to dip my own hands between my legs.
As I take his semi-hard cock back in my mouth and work my tongue over it, the door opens, and Royal walks in.
“Gemini says, don’t you dare stop,” he tells me without lowering his phone.
Staring back into the camera, I don’t stop until I can’t taste anything. When I’m done, I sit back.
Royal is still standing in the doorway, his hair damp from a shower. After licking his lips, his eyes narrow, and he looks at Gemini. “What are you doing?” He points at the computer. “And what the fuck is that?”
With a shit-eating grin, Gemini puts his phone down before he offers me a hand to help me up. “Turned my wet dreams into a reality. Syn was on the right tracks with the whole pet thing, but you’re looking at Vicki the Vixen. She’s already eaten her starter, but if you’re lucky, she might eat you for dessert.” He steps up to me, putting his hand straight on my pussy to tease my clit. “And that video is what got my Vixen as wet as she is…”
The way Royal looks at me, I know he’s considering Gemini’s offer instead of the video still playing behind us. He rakes his gaze up and down my body, lingering on my breasts. “I think I’d rather eat her.”
“Nope,” Gemini shouts, making us both jump as he turns to Royal and puts his hands on his hips. “That’s not the game. This little Vixen can touch us, but we’re not touching her.” Gemini locks eyes with Royal. “And that’s a we , because this is my game we’re playing. If you want in, Gemini says you play by my rules.”
Royal glares at Gemini before turning to me. “If it makes you feel better, I’d put you on the middle of that bed and eat your pussy until you begged me to stop.”
No. No, that does not make me feel better.
My body is hot, and it’s all caused by this stupid little fire Gemini has started inside me—Royal’s words are like throwing gasoline on them.
When I don’t respond, Royal frowns. “Are you okay?”
“That depends on what you mean.” Gemini answers for me. “Because Gemini said Vixen isn’t allowed to say anything unless I let her, but—Gemini says turn around, Vixen—”
I do as he says.
“That beautiful tail is attached to a hook that’s buried deep in her ass, and every time she moves, which—if you’d ever let someone stick something up your ass, you’d know—feels good, but not good enough. Look at her. She’s so close to coming, but she can’t.” He says that so gleefully, that I want to punch him.
Royal walks into the room, closing the door behind him. “What are the rules?”
Gemini abruptly stops the video before he turns back to Royal, beaming. “We’re playing Gemini says, and Gemini says, that Vixen can’t come until he tells her she can. Still want to play?”
With a sly smile, Royal looks at me. “Oh, fuck yes.”
“Then Gemini says you need to stop being the only one in the room wearing clothes and let Vixen get you out of them.”
Maybe I should have included some restrictions on who could play Gemini’s game, but it’s too late now.
Locking my gaze on Royal, I walk the few paces over and grab the bottom of the T-shirt he’s wearing. After he raises his arms and bends forwards slightly to help me, I tug the T-shirt over his head.
Walking wasn’t too difficult with the butt plug still in me, despite the curve of the hook, but when I bend, it moves more. I doubt Royal’s aware of that, but he makes no effort to help get his sweatpants off. Holding out with just Gemini was going to be a challenge in itself, but with the both of them, I need all the help I can get.
I place my hands on his waist, sliding them around to his back as I bring my body flush against him.
“Like that?” he asks.
Sliding my hands under his waistband, I squeeze his hard butt cheeks in response, but as he smirks, I grab the fabric and pull it down. Once over the curve of his ass, the sweatpants fall to the floor.
I’m surprisingly grateful at the fact that he’s not wearing underwear, even if I feel his already hard cock rubbing up against me before I step back.
Gemini walks over, looking straight at Royal’s erection. “Gemini says—”
“You want to be really careful with the next thing that comes out of your mouth, Gem.”
“—Royal needs to get on my bed and get comfortable so we can have Vixen take care of that for you.” He folds his arms as he gives me a smug smile. “Looks like you’re jumping straight to dessert.”
I’m not sure why, but I get the impression he’d be happy licking that popsicle. I’m glad Royal put a stop to it because I think that might be something I’d enjoy watching, but now is not the time to be enjoying anything.
Royal glances at the unmade bed, but given the state of Gemini’s room, for a moment, it seems like he’s about to veto that as well. Instead, he moves over, straightens the sheets, and then stacks up the pillows. Then he climbs on and relaxes back, his hands going behind his head as he bends his knees and spreads his legs.
I follow, pausing as I bring my knee up to get on the bed. The action moves the butt plug, and I have to keep my teeth clamped on my lip as I climb on and crawl over to Royal. Only then do I release it so I can take Royal’s cock in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he moans as I move my head up and down his length.
Trying to focus on what I’m doing, particularly with not letting my body move, I don’t realize what Gemini is doing until I notice the mattress dipping behind me and feel bare skin pressing up against the sides of my calves.
“How would you feel about blue pubes?” Gemini asks while running his fingers over me.
My mouth is too full to say anything, even if I was allowed to.
“Gemini says—”
“Like fuck are you using this moment to do that,” Royal tells him through gritted teeth.
“Fine.”
I can’t see him because of how the apron I’m still wearing falls, but I swear, he’s pouting.
Gemini starts moving his hand lower, sliding a couple of fingers into my pussy, as he plays with my clit.
God, it feels good. I close my eyes, trying not to concentrate on what he’s doing, but rather, what I’m doing.
“You like that?” Royal murmurs as he reaches for one of my pigtails.
Gemini pushes his fingers into me, pressing against the back of my pussy. In doing so, I can feel the long, metal plug moving more, and holy crap, it feel so good, making my arms wobble.
“Is this why people become mechanics?” Gemini asks suddenly. “Because this is kind of like being underneath a car, and I saw this TikTok abou—”
“Gem, you don’t need to vocalize every fucking thought in your head,” Royal snaps. “And if that’s what you’re thinking about right now, I’m hoping it’s because you’ve forgotten that Tori is the one who’s not allowed to come, and not you. Find something better to do with your mouth.”
Weird as it is, I’m happy to let Gemini say whatever he wants because as Royal pointed out, while it isn’t a complete mood killer, if he keeps going, I’m sure it would only help me.
Catching my eye, Royal smirk as he lowers his other hand to grab my other pigtail.
And then Gemini finds something better to do with his mouth. He starts sucking on my clit as his fingers dive into me, over and over, until I can’t even focus on sucking Royal’s dick. He’s practically moving my head himself.
Just as I’m about to come, Gemini stops. No slowing, no easing off… He just flops down onto the bed and removes his fingers. But he does stay lying beneath me, keeping me from closing my legs together with his shoulders.
Royal lets go of me, and I pull away, staring up at him on my knees. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell Gemini to keep going, but my gaze drops to the tattoo just beside Royal’s cock:
XXXVII.
“You okay there, Royal?” Gemini asks.
“Not really, but you are distracting Tori,” he responds.
The bed shifts under me, and then Gemini’s hands are on my hips. “Let’s fix that.” He leans forward, pulling my hair to the side as he gets close to my ear. “Gemini says, climb on Royal’s dick and ride him ‘til he comes.”
Royal’s eyes never leave me as I move over to him. He helps me keep steady as I maneuver over him and then lower myself until his cock is deep inside me.
“Good girl,” Royal murmurs, reaching for the thin apron. “Now let’s get this off you so I can see you properly.”
Only it’s Gemini who pulls the apron off, tossing it to the side, where it lands on the floor beside Royal’s clothes. He runs a hand over my spine, making me shiver. “Remember, Gemini says you can’t come until I say you can.”
Shifting his weight to sit up a little more and rearrange the pillows behind him forces Royal’s dick deeper inside me, but it’s the change in angle that has me biting on my lip to stop my cry of pleasure from becoming words of praise. As though trying to help me, Royal brings my face to his and kisses me.
“Don’t make Royal do the work,” Gemini whispers in my ear. “Show him how deep you want him.”
While Royal’s tongue assaults mine, I start moving myself up and down. As I do, I can feel him rub up against the metal bar of the butt plug; the sensation has me curling my toes.
Gemini had already brought me close to orgasm, so Royal’s cock filling my pussy is exactly what I need. I’m just not sure how I can keep myself from having an orgasm before Royal.
Then Gemini’s pulling my head away from Royal’s tutting. “Are you going to come before I tell you to?”
I shake my head, forcing myself to keep moving up and down as I count from one to thirty-seven, over and over again, attempting to keep my body from betraying me.
“Gemini says stop.”
“And Royal says Gemini is about to get a fucking black eye,” Royal snaps at him. “Tori’s the one not allowed to come, not me.”
“But watching you two has got me hard again, so now, I want it,” he says as though he really doesn’t care. Gemini reaches for one of my hands, taking it off Royal’s shoulder, and brings it to his cock like I can’t see how hard it is. “How’d you like this inside you too?”
Even if I could, I’m not sure how to answer that. Yes, I do. I really do… But I’m not going to win this game if that happens.
Gemini flops to the bed, lying down beside Royal. He flashes him a grin before rolling over, then opens the top drawer to his beside table and pulls out a tube. Then he’s back on his knees and moving up behind me. “I wish this could have stayed in longer,” he mutters to himself as he slowly starts pulling the fox tail out of me.
Before I can get used to it not being there, Gemini pushes me forward and then slowly switches it with his cock. He has more girth than the butt plug did, but after wearing the tail for so long, his cock skips over the feeling of discomfort, and goes straight to making me feel like I’m about to come all over Royal.
Not yet…
“Fuck, that feels good.” Royal groans. The two of them start moving, quickly finding a rhythm that works with each other.
“Do you want to come?” Gemini asks me.
I nod.
“I can’t hear you.”
Teeth clamp down into my lip as I focus on the pain instead of answering—instead of letting my body tumble head-first over the cliff they’ve brought me to.
“Gem, just let her fucking come.” Royal doesn’t stop moving, but his voice is strained. “Because I’m about to.”
Reaching around, Gemini starts rubbing my clit. “Tell me you want to come, Vixen.”
I can taste blood, but I refuse to let any sound leave my mouth, not even a moan, in case it turns into more.
“You really want to win that badly?” Gemini asks, not stopping.
At this point, I’m not sure I do. I think it’s only because my teeth are biting into my lip so hard that I’m unable to answer.
“Fine. Gemini says, we can all come.” He’s barely got the words out of his mouth before I feel him orgasm.
Royal leans forward. “You first.”
I do as he says—not because he has the ability to make me orgasm on demand, but because I’ve been fighting it back for so long, that I’m desperate for my release. It’s not long before he orgasms.
My thoughts aren’t quite coherent as Gemini eases himself out of me, and I slump down onto Royal’s chest. Gemini flops down beside us, lying on his back, as he stares up at the ceiling with a manic grin on his face.
Although I know I should get up and clean myself off, for a few minutes, all I can do is lie on Royal, watching his chest rise and fall beneath me as quickly as mine, our bodies, still linked together.
“I could stay here like this,” he mutters, playing with my hair.
As he does, Gemini shuffles backwards, sitting upright against the headboard. “You’re more stubborn than I thought,” he tells me. “But you’ve earned your prize. Be careful, because you’ve only got three questions?”
“I don’t know.”
Of course, I’m lying. I’ve been trying to think about them as a means of distraction for the past however long I’ve been in here. I just also know I’ve got to be careful how I ask them.
“I’m too tired to think.” I keep still, partly because my body is still releasing little pulses that are making me tingle, and partly because I’m hoping I can throw them off guard. I allow my gaze to drift down to Gemini’s cock, or rather, the unfortunately placed ink next to it. “You both have the same tattoo. What do they mean?”
Gemini looks down, running his finger over the mark. “They’re roman numerals for thirty-seven.”
“I know it’s roman numerals, but it’s oddly specific. Why did you get them? What does XXXVII mean?”
“Gem…” Royal says in a low voice as he places a hand on my shoulder.
Pushing myself up, I look at Royal and frown. “It’s just a tattoo? Or is this like your body count?”
Gemini holds up a hand. “One. X-X-X-V-I-I are the roman numerals for thirty-seven. Two. We got them because we were foolish kids who didn’t know shit and thought the thirty-seven was something more important than college or any job, and that we would do it together. And three. It’s a group. A society, if you will. One so exclusive and so secretive that only members should know of its existence, and any anyone else usually doesn’t live long after finding out. And as a bonus…” he rolls his eyes. “That body count is too high for me and too low for Royal.”
“Wait,” I say. “Secret society? Like Skull and Bones? Or the Illuminati?”
“Nuh-uh.” Gemini waves his finger back and forth. “Three questions, three answers. Any more than that, and I might have to kill you. And not in the Syn’s empty threats kind of way, but for real.”
“He’s serious, so drop it,” Royal says as Gemini gets off the bed and starts walking to the bathroom.
“But—"
“I mean it, Tori. Gemini sounds like he’s talking his usual crazy bullshit, but this is real. It goes higher and deeper than you could ever imagine, and people don’t just die, they disappear.”
“And on that note, Gemini says, it’s shower time.”
Three questions and three completely unsatisfactory answers, but I know that’s all I’m going to get. Pushing it will not only not get me more answers, but it might also raise their suspicions.
A hot shower sounds amazing, but I’m too exhausted to move. Thankfully, Royal takes care of that, carrying me to the bathroom, but instead of putting me in the shower, he places me on Gemini’s toilet.
“What are you doing?” Gemini asks.
“Unless you’ve got a kink for golden showers—and I do not want to know the answer to that…” Royal quickly says, before Gemini can comment. “Then you’re going to let Tori pee before she gets in the shower.” He glares at Gemini. “And because I feel I need to state the obvious with you, you’re not taking a piss in the shower.”
There’s something about this whole situation that seems to have moved into a level of familiarity I don’t think I’m prepared for. But I’m too tired, and I’ve also not had a chance to question Gemini. So, I do what I’ve been doing since I walked into this house and say nothing.
Between the two of them, they help me into the shower and spend time making sure I’m clean and washed before seeing to themselves. Then, as we walk out of Gemini’s bathroom, Gemini sniffs the air.
“Is something burning?”
“Shit.” Still wrapped in a towel, I hurry downstairs, as fast as my protesting body will allow. Royal and Gemini are behind me as I enter the kitchen, just as the smoke alarms blares into life.
Royal steps around me, grabbing the oven mitts from the side. He pulls the first tray out. Smoke pours out, but Royal doesn’t stop. Instead, he heads straight for the back door, opens it, and then throws the offending item outside.
As I’m turning off the oven, Gemini pulls his towel off and starts swinging it vigorously beneath the smoke alarm just outside the kitchen until the alarm falls silent.
When he and Royal both walk back to the kitchen island, I’ve got the remaining trays on the side. Royal had thrown all the potatoes into the garden, but what’s left looks more like jerky and stones.