Flicking my tongue out to taste him, I groan in relief. Nothing has ever tasted soright. Without pause, I take the entire head into my mouth, tongue delving into the deep slit for more of his release.
“That’s it, pet.” Lore nips at my breast again. “Show him how greedy you are for his cum, and maybe he’ll give it to you.”
Perhaps his words are just as much of a turn on for Jaro as they are for me, because the shifter’s hips buck in response, forcing my tongue to abandon its mission and my jaw to stretch as the head inches closer to the back of my throat.
I want to gag. I want to scream. Most of all, I want to come and drink Jaro’s release while I do it. Drystan’s tongue curls around my clit, and I bob up and down on Jaro’s length to distract myself from the sharp barbs of pleasure clawing through my lower abdomen. My whole body is coiling tight, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. But it’s not enough. My pussy flutters around nothingness, craving the stretch and burn of being filled.
“Please,” I whisper, pulling away from Jaro entirely. “Drystan, please. I need you to fuck me.”
He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t assuage the empty ache building to a near-painful intensity inside me. Jaro’s feral grin grows as he turns my head back to his cock.
“Suck.”
I’m powerless to resist. One hand rests against the coarse hair on his thigh, while the other seeks out Lore.
The redcap snatches it out of the air and pins my wrist above my head.
“Mustn’t play,” he scolds, stealing my other hand from Jaro and securing that as well. “You’re not ready. Let them stretch you first.”
I want to complain, but Jaro is slowly and steadily going deeper down my throat with each bob of my head. His girth blocks my airway, making me dizzy with the need to breathe, before he pulls back and lets me lap at the salty-sweet tip. Then he does it again.
Drystan’s teeth scrape over my clit, splitting my focus, and a second later his finger presses against my entrance. Shit. I’m shaking, my body practically vibrating as he pushes past tense muscles, then twists it inside of me.
“She’s so swollen,” he murmurs, his breath abrading my sensitive flesh. “You’re going to come the second I get inside you, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please make me. Please fuck me. Please.” I’m on fire. I can’t take it. I won’t survive.
Jaro surges into my mouth again, coming with a roar, and I forget everything but the taste of his cum. For one blissful second, the heat and tightness beneath my skin starts to abate, and I can think clearly, but I don’t make the mistake of believing it will last.
“Good pet, swallow it all. Your body needs it.”
Lore’s words are crooned in my ear. A litany of praise for me alone, and I soak it up.
Right until Drystan adds a second finger and begins pumping them in and out of my body like he’s on a mission. He spreads them a little with each thrust, and my pussy grips him greedily. Demanding more.
He gives it. A third finger joins them as he finally stops circling my clit and sucks at it instead.
My cry forces me to release Jaro’s cock, but I can’t mourn the loss of it because I’m too busy shooting for the stars. My eyes flutter closed, and my sex strangles Drystan’s fingers as he laps up every drop of my release and continues to force his fingers in and out of my trembling body. Forcing me to a crescendo that floats out of reach.
When I come down, I realise the fire hasn’t gone away at all. If anything, that tiny taste of pleasure has made it somehowworse.
My breath catches on a tiny sob, and Jaro’s head twists sharply. “She needs you to fuck her.”
“Keep her there,” Drystan mutters, ripping his shirt free and over his head.
Lore and Jaro don’t argue. Their hands on my thighs hold me spread while the redcap’s other hand keeps both of my wrists pinned.
Drystan steps off the bed and drags his leather trousers down his legs, and that’s when I lose my nerve.
They all feel my fear, I know they do, but I can’t help it. Unlike Jaro’s dick—which is admittedly large but otherwise completely normal—Drystan’s is pierced. I knew that, in theory, but not that there would be somany. A ring of curved metal barbells protrudes from around the edge of the mushroomed head, like someone has given the glans a silver crown of beads.
It doesn’t stop there, either. Along the underside of the shaft are more barbells, spaced evenly until they reach his balls, where a smaller ring glints against the seam of his heavy sac.
Lore was right. There’s so much metal that he may as well have armoured his dick. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t also well endowed—not quite Jaro sized, but enough to have my pussy tensing in anticipation of the stretch.
Surely those will get caught inside me. Surely they will tear and—
The next cramp hits hard, wiping away the fear and replacing it with desperation. Twisting and pulling against the others’ grip does nothing to fix it, but I know what will.
