“Father filled you and fucked you, and you screamed so loud the entire kingdom heard. The smell of your pussy was everywhere.”
His hands curl into the waistband of my bottoms and he drags them off. He wastes no time shoving me open with big hands on my knees
“That smell,” he breathes, lowering his face to the wide V he’s created, knowing I can’t keep him out. “It was everywhere for years until it faded.”
“Oh my God!” I whine, trying to shift as the ache builds where I feel nothing else.
“We did the most disgusting and filthy acts to every inch of you, Rina. We took you and trained you so no one, no man could ever satisfy what belonged to us.”
“What...?”
His face wedges where I am throbbing and my legs are thrown over his broad shoulders.
“Rina!” he snarls, a vicious and hungry sound of such madness.
He huffs and ruts, forcing himself higher while Lukan closes both hands around my throat and pulls my mouth to his.
“You want this,” he tells me. “That’s why your body never resists. It knows who it belongs to. It knows how we fucking break you.” He squeezes just enough to make me moan. “You are the reason we exist, Rina. The reason Father created us.”
Kellen fills me. I don’t feel it, but the pressure is there, moving and pumping.
“You were such a greedy, hungry little whore. You exhausted a demiurge, baby.” Roan moves to torture my other breast, abandoned by Lukan. “He fucked you until the bed broke and still you begged for more with your hole full of his cum and his knot. He created us. Tore piece of his own soul to make you a harem of cocks to give you what you need.”
It’s all too much.
But my orgasm is locked behind the numbness. It’s there, hauntingly close but out of reach even when Kellen fits four fingers inside, hooks them against my wall and pulls. Drags me down to the edge of the cushion, out of his brother’s hold. There is nothing but the pressure of the yank when my ass is pulled against his chest, legs dangling useless over his arms. Head and shoulders on the cushion.
“She can’t cum, Lukan,” Kellen observes with a dark, crazed gleam in his smirk. “She can’t feel.”
I don’t understand what that means, but Lukan’s eyes darken with the deepest inhalation. The kind that pulls all the air into his lungs. He meets his brother’s eyes with a slow, sadistic curling of his lips.
“Don’t start without me.” His hands twist up in his top and he drags the fabric off. It’s cast to one side as he focuses on me. “We’re going to play your favorite game.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
I don’t think I have a favorite game, but it’s not like I can resist when Kellen has his face between my legs, licking my clit with four fingers stretching my opening.
“I ... I need to cum,” I plead. “Please...”
“Who’s stopping you?” Roan taunts, taking my jaw and pulling my face to his.
The deliberate teasing, the pressure of Kellen’s hands, his mouth, jerks my body, but it’s not enough. All the nerves that make me hit the peak are absent and the frustration of watching him eat my pussy like it’s his last meal and not being able to feel it has me snarling through my teeth.
“You’re still so wet,” Kellen states. “You might not be able to feel the nearly whole hand I have stretching your cunt, but your body likes it. It knows how often I’ve had you like this. On the edge of pain and pleasure.”
He rocks the whole palm of his hand downward. He rubs the upper wall of my vagina with the thrust.
My brain knows this would have felt amazing. Would have had my toes curling, but I only get to watch the motion and witness the bump and roll of his fingers gliding beneath my skin.
“You’re the reason I couldn’t be with anyone else?” I demand, recalling his earlier statement.
“You wanted it. Wanted us to train your pussy to know only us. To want only what we do to you.” Roan sits up and pulls his shirt off. He reaches down and undoes the buttons on his pants but leaves the material on. “We spent weeks teaching your body to obey. To break. To take everything we give it.”
“Our perfect human sleeve,” Kellen groans. “Our pet. Our greedy, cum hungry whore.” He pushes in deep and I cry at how badly I want to feel him. “Our Queen.”
“Hold her!”
Lukan hurries into the room with miles of Christmas lights. Already Lit. Flashing. Illuminating the glee on his face.
