Page 144 of Mortis

They released Their cock, and a moment later, I felt the blunt pressure of fingertips against my hole. Thanks to Their earlier ministrations, the first slick finger slipped past the tight ring of muscle with little resistance before pushing deeper inside me.

“Yesss,” I hissed, pushing backwards to take Them deeper.

I knew I needed some preparation if I had any hope of taking Kael’s weapon in my arse. But I was far too desperate for patience.

“Another one,” I demanded, already rocking back against Their hand.

Kael obliged. A second finger joined the first, and the initial stretch burned. Their fingers were much thicker than mine, but we’d spent plenty of time training my hole over the last six months.

Safe to say, I was officially a converted size queen.

Their fingers curled and my vision whited out. “Oh my—fuck, right there.”

And like a dog with a bone, They were relentless. They found my prostate with frightening accuracy, stroking over it again and again while I threw my hips backwards, riding Their fingers until pleasure began tingling at the base of my spine. When pain suddenly flared across my arse cheek, I yelped. The sharp sting tangled with the pleasure of Their fingers in the most confusing, delicious cocktail, startling me just enough to stop me from blowing my load against the tree.

I glanced over my shoulder and Kael leaned back with a grin. Blood glistened at the corner of Their mouth before Their tongue flicked out to catch it.

Fuck.

They’d bitten my arse.

This kinky bastard.

A third finger joined the others. They worked me open with considerably more patience than I possessed, spreading and stroking until the stretch no longer burned and my body was ready for something much bigger.

“I’m ready,” I whined, digging my nails into the bark. “Kael—shit. Please.”

“We will give you what you need, treasure,” They cooed, slowly withdrawing Their fingers. “We will always take care of what is Ours.”

The possessiveness in Their voice sent warmth blooming through my chest. I loved knowing how much Kael wanted me. How much They both wanted me. Protective and possessive in equal measure. Never taking away my choice, but always making it perfectly clear that once I gave myself to Them, They intended to treasure what was Theirs.

I barely had time to straighten before They rose to Their hooves and wrapped both arms around my middle. Then my feet left the ground.

“What are you⁠—”

Kael spun us around before I could finish, lowering us back to the ground together, his back resting against the tree. They manoeuvred me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing at all, until I was perched on Their lap, Their hands hooked beneath my thighs. My legs were spread wide and pulled back towards my chest. My spine lay against Their torso, and I grabbed Their forearms to steady myself.

I was completely exposed.

Completely at Their mercy.

“Are you ready, little rabbit?” They murmured against my ear.

And I nodded.

Kael’s cock pressed against my hole. I exhaled and forced myself to relax as They slowly lowered my body. The tip popped past the first ring of muscle, and my head dropped back against Their shoulder, eyes squeezing shut.

“Fucking hell,” I breathed.

Kael’s chest vibrated against my back. “The only thing We feel with you is heaven.”

I would’ve laughed at how unexpectedly romantic that was if I’d been capable of doing anything except breathing. Once They’d taken me fully, my arse pressed against Their furry thighs, I shifted restlessly in Their hold. Kael growled and Their grip tightened around my thighs.

“Please,” I wheezed. “Fuck me, Kael.”

Without a word, They slowly lifted me until only the tip remained inside. Then They dropped me back down. The movement punched the breath from my lungs, so They repeated it again and again. My fingers tightened around Their forearms as They found a rhythm, effortlessly moving my body while I surrendered to it.

Then Their angle changed.