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Caelan removed his hand and swatted her swollen vulva lightly before putting his hand back between her legs to soothe the slight sting. It didn’t really hurt, but seemed to inflame the entire region, and she squirmed. This time, he probed the opening of her core, delicately slipping a single digit into her cunt.
Caelan chuckled, the sound full of genuine amusement. He continued to delve within, and she squirmed and writhed, lying atop Gavan, trying to rub her sensitized nub along the hardened length she could feel trying to rise again.
He removed his finger and leaned close to whisper, “Do ye wish to have yer second husband breach your cunny with his cock?”
“Yes, please…?
?
“Not quite yet,” he said, sliding his hand back between her legs, his finger zeroing in on the cream that dripped from her most feminine place and coated his finger with it, drawing it back up to probe her dark entrance.
“No,” she said, panicking at the thought.
Not at the thought that it was wrong, but she wanted desperately to feel some part of him back inside her sheath. There was an emptiness between her legs that Gavan had filled so marvelously. She no longer cared where one of their hard lengths went, alone, or together, just so long as something would thrust in and out of her and provide her with the exquisite release of the powerful orgasm lying just beneath the surface.
Caelan deftly massaged her bottom hole, slipping his finger into her, pushing her toward the edge of a climax before withdrawing his attention.
Elizabeth writhed against Gavan, who held her fast in tortured denial and need.
“Beg me to breach ye with my cock. Beg for yer other husband and I to use you in any way and at any time we choose. Make me believe that ye know your place is between yer two husbands pleasuring them and being pleasured in return.”
“Yes, Caelan, please…”
“Say it, Lizzie,” rumbled Gavan. “We want to hear ye acknowledge yer place. If ye didna tell us, Cae will continue to play with you for the rest of the night, never quite allowing you to reach that pinnacle of pleasure yer body is demanding. We’ll leave ye wet and wanting until ye break down and beg.”
Trying to stifle her tears of frustration, she took a ragged breath. “Please, Caelan; please, take me.”
“Who do you belong to, Lizzie?” Caelan whispered.
“You and you. Both of you.”
“Good girl, Lizzie,” intoned Gavan.
“Let’s get ye up on your knees, Lizzie. Gavan’s going to hold ye while I plow ye from behind.”
“No, please, Caelan,” she said, suddenly afraid and tucking her tail.
“She thinks ye want her arse,” said Gavan.
“Nay, lass, yer not ready for that, but, in time. Tonight, I just want to fuck ye cunny like Gav did, and you liked it when he stroked yer cunny, didn’t ye? Let me bring ye the same kind of pleasure.”
She nodded, burying her head against Gavan’s chest as he held her, stroking her hair and lifting her face to his for a kiss. Elizabeth heard a kind of gravelly purr coming from Caelan as he parted her ass cheeks and stroked downward, stopping to swirl around her back entrance before continuing down to expose her swollen vulva.
“Ye left our bride swollen and covered in yer seed, Gav. Gawd, she’s so beautiful. We are the most fortunate of men to have such a fine girl as our bride.”
Elizabeth groaned in frustration, prompting both her husbands to chuckle.
Caelan, once more, parted her lower lips and probed her entrance, drawing forth her natural lubricant and coating his cock with it.
“Easy, lass. Let me fill ye and bring ye pleasure,” Caelan crooned.
Kneeling behind her, Caelan grasped her hips to hold her in place as he lined up his staff with her sheath and thrust forward, burying himself deep within her. She caught her breath, as her pussy had just so recently been breached for the first time. Elizabeth should have been trying to get away from him. Instead, his dominant possession of her made her scream in ecstasy as her body shuddered with a tremendous orgasm.
He stayed still, allowing her body to begin to recover. Caelan then drew back and surged forward again.
“Good girl, Lizzie. Ye like it when yer husbands fuck ye, don’t ye?” he groaned.
“Yes,” she cried.
