Jak steps closer. ‘Are you all right?’ he asks her. ‘Are you sure you want this?’
Bryn’s cheeks pinken as she nods.
He snatches the cloth from my fingers impatiently, pulls it apart the rest of the way, takes her breasts in his hands, and kneads them gently.
‘Gods, you’re beautiful,’ he breathes. ‘Perfect for us, love.’
His mouth descends on hers, kissing her deeply as I caress the sides of her body, my tongue laving at where her neck meets her shoulder. I nip it gently and feel her shiver.
Jak draws back, and looks over his shoulder at Locke, raising a brow in challenge.
Locke’s smile is filled with dark promise as he approaches us. He looks at Bryn, his amused eyes assessing. ‘You do like this, don’t you, our little human…’
She gives a quick nod, panting as we all watch her, all take in what we can see of her delectable body.
But there’s not enough of it on show for my liking.
I take up the knife again.
‘I’ll buy you a new gown,’ I whisper as I slice the sleeves, and rip the garment from her.
She gasps loudly as I bare the rest of her to our hungry eyes.
I stay behind her, running my fingers lightly down her back to the globes of her arse, and up again, before taking hold of her hips to hold her steady for the others.
Jak and Locke focus on her teats, and I delve between her legs, growling in satisfaction when I feel how slick she is there.
‘Our female likes this very much, methinks,’ I say, showing them my glistening fingers.
I draw her legs apart for them, letting them touch her cunt.
Locke shows her two of his thick fingers and then puts them between her legs, easing them into her tight channel and making her moan.
I push one still wet from her cunt into her arse and her back bows. She lets out a cry.
Jak continues his assault on her breasts, sucking her nipples and kneading them, and I feel her body tense.
She’s so close.
‘Stop,’ I order.
All movement ceases and all I can hear is Bryn’s whimpers as she realizes I’ve denied her again.
Jak lets her go and steps away. Locke lets out a sound of annoyance, but does the same. I take the knife and cut the rope in one swift movement, catching her when her legs give out and turning her to face me.
I pick her up by the rope that keeps her wrists bound, put my arm under her arse, and lower her onto my thick staff as I kiss her lips.
She sobs in pleasure as I stretch her tight channel, and I move to one of the chairs, sitting down like a king on my throne, and moving my female over me.
She’s begging, I realize, pleading with me to let her find her release.
She will. But not yet.
It’s Locke who comes up behind and stoops down a little to enter her arse. She whimpers as he claims it, and I hold it open so that he can thrust deep, as I do.
Between us, her body undulates and tenses.
Beside her, Jak offers her his cock to take in her mouth, and she doesn’t hesitate. She opens and suckles it deep, moaning as we fill all of her tight little holes.
