“Oh,fuckyes, pet. FUCK yes,” Ilyas yelled as hethrust harder into her. The girl had tears streaming down her face and her body shook as Ilyas chased his release.
The girl between my legs doubled down on her efforts, continually taking me to the back of her throat and swallowing repeatedly. It was like she didn’t need to breathe while she did this. My eye caught Sasori’s form as she sat up, the man’s dick falling from her ass, and I saw his release mix with that of the other man’s as it trailed down her thighs.
She looks like a beautiful mess with two men’s cum dripping out of her.My dick twitched in the girl’s mouth, already preparing to do the same to Sasori later tonight in the comfort of our own rooms. She sauntered over to me before winking and laying on her back beneath the girl blowing me. Her face settled under the girl’s pussy, and Sasori started licking her in earnest.
I tore my gaze from the two women beneath me, my hand trailing into the girl’s hair as she bobbed on my cock, sometimes making a wet gagging noise when it touched the back of her throat, or small whimpers as Sasori sucked hard on her clit, both of which only made me impossibly harder. My eyes found Ilyas’ as he thrust once, twice, three more vicious times into the blonde’s thoroughly abused pussy, his hips slapping against her ass. She made a low keening noise each time it happened, the line between pain and pleasure thoroughly crossed as he pushed deeper into her cervix each time. Ilyas’ eyes met mine and he came with a deep groan, still thrusting slowly into the girl as she drained him. His hands eased off her waist, and I noticed deep bruises in her pale flesh where he gripped her hard. Ilyas pulled off the blonde, his wet and spent dick slipping from her cunt with a sucking noise. He was, miraculously, still half-hard, probably from the constant lust and pleasure that was coursing through both of our veins.
Ilyas’ cum trailed down the blonde’s thighs as she lowered her ass to the round bed. She hissed in pain as her pussy touched the upholstery and let out a sharp cry as she attempted to close her legs.
That sound . . . thatsoundimmediately sent my mind whirling, images and scenes flashing.
My breathing picked up and I closed my eyes, trying to ward off the onslaught of images from that fucking day so long ago.
Long white hair, deep cries of pain as he mercilessly took what wasn’t his to take, blood running down her leg mixing with his cum, his pleasure and her pain filling my reservesfull.
I suddenly felt inexplicably dirty. My chest was still rising and falling with rapid pants, and I felt my dick deflate. Because I wasn’t here and she wasn’t a girl paid to do this, at least in my mind. In my mind I washimand she was the girl.
I can’t do this.
“Get off me,” I mumbled, but no one heard me, still lost in the sounds and throes of their own pleasure. I started panicking and grabbed at the girl’s head as she tried to get me hard again. “Enough, enough. I’m done, enough,” I begged, but she took it as a challenge and continued to stroke and lick me.
My whole body began to shake, and my stomach roiled.
I’m going to puke.
I tried to move my body, but the girl clung tight to my thighs and cock. Frantically, I searched for Ilyas and found him seeing to the blonde, gently petting her head and cleaning her up. He had found an iced towel somewhere and was pressing it to her swollen flesh, gingerly nursing her back to health.
“Ilyas,” I whimpered. He would know what was wrong. He always did.
Why am I so helpless? Why am I so fucked up?
Somehow, Ilyas heard me. He turned around, his blissed-out gaze meeting my frantic one and he crossed the room in two purposeful strides.
“That’s enough, girl,” he growled. Sasori heard him, slipping out from between the girl’s thighs. She took one look at me and knew I was no longer with them. She slipped her hands around the girl’s, squeezing until her movements stilled.
“That’s enough for today, out.” Her tone was low but brokered no argument. I was momentarily struck by the authority both Ilyas and Sasori carried even stark naked, one with cum dripping down their thighs and the other with a glistening cock.
I giggled, my emotions in complete hyperdrive, which quickly turned into a sob. My shoulders shook and I buried my head in my hands, blocking out the scene in front of me. I was still nauseous, but the memories, at least, had stopped replaying over and over again. I heard the soft murmurs of Sasori and Ilyas and the clink of coin as my Vessels quietly ushered the hired flesh from the room. There was a softsnickof the door, and we were encased in the sound of silence and the smell of fresh sex.
I took deep gulping breaths through my mouth, snot running down my chin to mingle with the cascade of tears from my cheeks. The couch to either side of me sank as both Ilyas and Sasori joined me. They didn’t say anything, just draped their sweaty bodies over mine, encasing me in love and comfort. Slowly, over the period of probably an hour, my sobs subsided, and my breathing evened out.
I pulled my head from my hands and leaned back against the couch again. Ilyas and Sasori adjusted so each of their heads rested on one of my shoulders. Sasori gently caressed and massaged my right hand while Ilyas combed my hair back from my forehead.
“Fuck,” I croaked. My eyes were swollen, and I felt a massive headache coming on.
“That is what we were doing, yes,” Ilyas said gently, trying to relieve the tension. I huffed a watery laugh, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my temple.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he whispered as Sasori continued to run her hands along my arms and hands.
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
Sasori merely nodded and Ilyas simply pressed another kiss to my forehead. They knew. They understood. They were there with me when it happened, but, as Vessels, they didn’t experience the full influx of emotion as I had. It was an experience that scarred us all and brought us closer together, but Sasori and Ilyas were able to move past it, for the most part.
I couldn’t.
We lay like that for a while, just drinking in the comforting presence of each other. I was halfway to sleep when there was a stiff knock on the door.
“Come in,” I called groggily, none of us moving to cover our nakedness.
