Page 24 of Basket Case

Aonghus obeyed. The basket struck the backs of my thighs with every thrust, and the moving ridge returned along his cock. I was already close, but the braid around my clit had gone completely still.

“Please touch my clit.”

No.

I groaned. “You said I could ask.”

You may ask. I may refuse.

“You’re enjoying this far too much.”

The cock stopped inside me.

Would you like me to stop enjoying myself?

“No.”

Then behave.

I lowered my head and tried to breathe. Aonghus resumed fucking me, slower now, making sure I noticed every ridge of the weave. The pressure built until I could think of nothing except the unmoving strand resting against my clit.

Then something cool touched the tight entrance of my arse. I couldn't see what it was, but it felt like a smooth, wet, much thinner version of the wicker cock.

It pushed inside me.

I swore against the pillow. Aonghus stopped moving his cock while the smaller strand stretched me carefully. It withdrew, coated itself in something that felt like oil and entered again. Each time it returned slightly thicker, opening me without any sharp pain.

The cock inside my pussy remained perfectly still. I could feel every hard ridge while the second shape worked deeper into my arse.

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

Yes.

There was no teasing in his answer. He wanted to fill me, hold me and decide exactly how I took him. For the first time in centuries, nobody was using his body for their own convenience.

He was using mine because I had offered it.

“Then do it.”

The wicker around my thighs pulled them wider. Aonghus withdrew both shapes until only their tips pressed against me.

Do not move.

I tightened my grip on the headboard. “I can’t.”

Good.

He pushed both cocks into me at once.

The stretch made my breath stop. My pussy clenched around the thicker shaft while the smaller cock filled my arse, the pressure between them unlike anything I had experienced. Aonghus moved slowly at first, letting my body adjust to taking him in both places.

“Fuck.”

Too much?

“No. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.