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“I’m all man now, and I won’t givehimthe satisfaction of watching me fuck you.”
“Then don’t make eye contact with him.” Let’s be honest, that would be weird in any aspect. “Keep your focus centered on me.” Slipping from the mushroom, both twins sit up to watch me slink towards the pole. What? They thought Cash was the only one to get all the fun?
Pushing the cargos over my hips as I stride, I walk straight out of them, my ruined thong falling away too. Stripping from my vest, I stand amongst the mushroom forest in my birthday suit. The pole is cool to the touch, but I don’t even manage to complete one full spin as a body blurs forward and slams my back into the metal. Tightness ticks at the silhouette’s jaw, tension riding his shoulders. A taste of danger crackles in the air, while Cash watches on from the overgrown toadstool.
“There isn’t a test I’ve yet to fail,” Tweed growls, the vibrations from his chest making a beeline for my clit, “and I’m always ready for a challenge.” Pushing myself into him, my brow lifts and a dare escapes from my lips.
“Prove it.”
22
Without closing my eyes, I press my lips against Tweed’s. He doesn’t move, the hookah in his system enough to forget his no kissing rule. But he doesn’t push me away, so that’s a green light in my book. Nibbling lightly, my mouth travels to his jawline and down his neck. I take a moment to breathe over his pulse, enjoying the role reversal of his breath hitching.
Like the wood around us, a fresh earth smell clings to his skin. Like recently churned soil mixed with a hint of smoke. Homely, with an undercurrent of danger and a heavy helping of mystery. My mouth travels to the collar of his leather jacket before his hand wraps around my throat, halting my descent.
“We-” Tweed grunts and stops himself. “I’ve waited too long to let you take control.” I open my mouth to respond and Tweed’s other arm shoots upwards, catching an apple that was hurtling towards my head. I spear Cash with a narrowed gaze as he slips off the mushroom and strolls over, as if he didn’t just try to kill me by Granny Smith. Tweed shoves the apple into my mouth like a prized pig in time for Cash to hand him the hookah.
“Take the edge off, brother,” Cash drawls and Tweed shoulder barges him.
“Fuck off,” his twin growls back, taking a long drag. His eyes not leaving mine for a millisecond. “Either of you talk, I’m gone.” Careful to not let either step into their eyeline, both sets of glowing green eyes feast on me. From my gigantic blonde hair to my blue eyes and slender neck. Down to my tits, where my nipples harden beneath the sheer heat of their gazes against the chill of night.
Cash moves first, bending low. I widen my stance, but nothing apart from his breath fans my pussy. Retrieving a vine, he slinks it around an ankle and ties a knot there. Tight enough to cut off my circulation, before doing the same on the next. Another piece scrapes my calf, dragging the rough length upwards. With deft fingers, theatrical knots are fastened around my thighs, more for decoration than purpose.
All the while, Tweed stares on. The hand cemented around my neck is at odds with the soft pad of a thumb stroking my erratic pulse.
I struggle against the desire to move, my hammering heart ready to dive into this twin freak fest. But with the hookah in Tweed’s hand practically empty, I know I need to savor this. The fantasy I almost didn’t dare dream, because not having it hurt more than admitting I might never find Wonderland again. Yet here we are.
Cash stands now, drawing me a step forward by my wrist, putting me directly in Tweed’s personal space. Winding that same wrist behind my back, he takes the other and I’m sure he’s about to secure me to the pole. Wrong again.
Placing my hands on my own elbows, the vine is threaded around my forearms, fastening them tight. Tugging tightly, he uses that same vine around my stomach and beneath my breasts. They grow heavy, aching to be touched as Cash slides the root up my cleavage, framing them in an outfit of his own creation.
Tweed only shifts his hand for my throat to don a vine collar, complete with leash. My teeth sink further into the apple at that last addition, not wholly happy in the role as sub. But fuck if I’m not ready to see where it’ll get me. Then, we’re walking.
Cash tugs me through the mushroom field, the vine wrapped around his large hand. Loose strands flap from my individually tied ankles, dragging across the dead leaves littering the ground. The mome raths duck back into their holes, barring their eyes from my bare display. Their loss. Turns out I’m quite the exhibitionist.
Jutting out my chest, my head held high, I walk with confident strides. Tweed follows close behind, the occasional brush of his knuckles on my ass giving me goosebumps. It’s as if he can’t help himself, and I know the feeling well.
Cash’s naked butt wanders aimlessly, seeming to enjoy parading me through the forest, even if there is no one around to see it. The twin moons glint through the canopy, lighting my path to a huge mushroom head in the ground. Free of a stalk, soft beneath my toes. Like a giant pillow of purple and yellow spots, the size of a super-king size mattress.
Unravelling the vine on his hand, Cash’s movements are slow and precise. The indents of his smirk are deep as he turns and hands the leash over my shoulder to Tweed. The twins circle me like predators, smoothly switching places without the need to look at each other. Tweed’s leather trousers do nothing to hide his erection and take barely a thought to rid from his body. His clothes fly into a pile a few feet away, and his expression dips dangerously.
Gripping my cheeks, his fangs extend in the moonlight and my breathing stills. A monster, lethal and alluring, standing before me. A true hunter of the night. Nudging his head forward, his fangs tear through the apple and rip it from my mouth.
“You’re not in control here,” Tweed rasps, his voice thick with lust. “You will only do as we say. Otherwise, remain still, quiet, and take your fucking like a good girl.” He pats my head and yanks on my leash when I begin to growl. Cash’s chuckle sounds behind me, his fingers moving through my hair. Pulling the strands high, he fastens my mane into a ponytail.
Once finished, his hands smooth down the length of my back, ass and legs, making me clench everywhere. Tweed enters into another stare stand-off with me, drinking in every emotion I refuse to give him. I break our trance when something hard is placed over my feet. A stick, solid and long enough to be a wizard’s staff, that Cash proceeds to tie the loose ends of my ankle restraints to. Dude just whipped up an ankle bar in the middle of the forest.
Testing its sturdiness, Cash holds my attention until Tweed wrenches me forward. I topple, landing on my knees in the mushroom flesh. Somehow, Tweed beats me there, his body sprawled out before me like a buffet for the eyes. From this angle, the grooves of his abs appear deeper and the veins surrounding his girthy cock make me salivate.
The ink along his right arm, shoulder and side seem to glow, highlighting the snake slithering amongst the roses. Across his left hip, the stopwatch ticks backwards while the red heart over his pulses. I ignore that particular one, not enjoying the bitter taste of jealously clawing at the back of my throat.
A hand splays across my upper back, pushing me down over Tweed’s cock. I don’t object. The veins ripple between my lips, his sheer size stretching my mouth wide. Taking him deep as I can, I marvel at the sweet and salty bead of cum already waiting there. Like a chocolate on a hotel room pillow, heightening the experience.
My knees are pushed further beneath me, the bar keeping my ankles spread and jutting my ass up in the air. Cash draws his hands all over me, not-so-subtly brushing over my pussy but completely avoids my clit. I groan around Tweed’s dick, wriggling for more contact.
Whack.
I yelp at the sharp sting across the back of my thighs, jerking back until Tweed’s hand grabs my ponytail. Shoving me onto his cock, I hold my breath, remembering his orders. Keep quiet, still, and take my fucking. So, for once, I do as I’m told. Cash resumes his playful stroking, from my ass to pussy and back again. Slowly, Tweed releases the chokehold of his dick halfway down my throat so I can breathe though my nose again.
