The tip circles the ring. Flicks my clit.
But he stops. Take a step back. His eyes stay on my opening.
“You have the most beautiful cunt, Rina. Like this, so pretty and untouched. Your hole, tiny and wet. But when your boys run a train. When they use you until you’re a sloppy, used whore...” he growls drops in his throat. “I took you to a dinner once after the boys and I spent the entire day fucking you. Your belly was so swollen people speculated you were carrying my baby. All night you left a trail of cum.”
My thighs quiver with excitement, with the image in my head.
“I tied you, bent over, legs wide, ass and cunt open and we rotated taking you. All through dinner, I made you sit with your ass bare on the chair, letting you leak freely while I fingered you.”
“Vaelith...”
My plea is ignored as he continues to watch me grow wet. Watch me soak down my ass crack.
“It hurts to see you like this.”
“Fix it,” I beg. “Call the boys. Ruin me.”
“You want to be my sloppy whore, Rina? My used queen who I offer to other creatures as a gift?”
I remember Malakar’s comment about this game. The fantasy of watching me get used. I see the appeal. See the way his already dark eyes grow nearly opaque with desire. While simultaneously remembering him threatening to kill Searon if he heard me. I have no wish to have anyone else, except him and my boys. But if this is something that gets him hot and bothered...
“Will you watch?” I ask, leaning back further and spreading wider.
“Do you want me to watch you get mounted and railed by every cock imaginable?”
Since he’s not touching me, I lift a hand and smooth it through my soaked folds. I part my lips and stroke my clit.
“Only if you fuck me after they’re done using me.” I sink two fingers where I want him and bite my lip when his nostrils flare. “How many do you think I can take?”
“That’s not up to you to decide. I’ll line them outside your door and let them climb on top of you and...”
His mouth is between my thighs. Tongue wedging through my fingers. His hands grip my ass and hold me against his face as he makes me ride his tongue.
“Don’t stop,” he snarls, unlatching from my core to fuse over my clit.
I realize he means the fantasy and I have to struggle to remember where he left off when he’s forcing his fingers alongside mine. My essence coats the four digits, making us slip and slide together.
“You could tie me to the ceiling with your vines. Legs open for whoever wants a turn.”
“Fuck” he groans and reaches down to free his cock. He strokes it while eating my pussy like it’s all he’s had to eat in months. “Two at a time. Just filling you...”
“A puddle of cum beneath me.”
With an almost animalistic snarl, he straightens. One arm hooks around my waist. I’m pulled to the edge where he’s waiting with the flat head of his cock.
I wiggle the last few inches to meet him while keeping my balance solely on my feet and the palms of my hands. When I get him aligned, he pushes in. He fills my channel with a grinding, upward thrust.
“Vaelith!” I hiss, watching him sink to the knot.
“Shh. How are you going to take that many cocks if you can’t take my knot?”
I know he’s bigger than last time. The shaft alone is the thickness of three fingers and widening the closer I get to the hard bulge at the bottom. The slow expansion has me biting my tongue and squirming when he hits the top.
His pause makes me think he’s going to stop there, or he’s bracing to ram it in. The latter has a pool of excitement collecting where we’re joined. A surge of anticipation to have him make it fit.
The corner of his mouth quirks like he can read my thoughts. But he says nothing as stiff, hard roots wind off him. It’s not the vines. The velvet ropes. These crack as they twist around my hips, wind around my thighs. They lock me in place. Hold me stationery as he forces himself forward. As the roots tighten.
“Watch,” he commands. “Watch how wide I can make you stretch.”
