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The rough pad of a tongue is drawn up my cunt, catching me off guard. I only jolt a little bit, allowing Cash to continue burying his face in my ass. His tongue flicks at my swollen lips, heady with an anticipation that’s never fully met.
Impaling me with a cold, blunt object, he slides it in and out of my pussy lazily whilst spitting on my ass. Satisfied at how wet I am, he removes the metal object and slides it back to my asshole. I push myself back in eagerness and this time, he doesn’t punish me for it. With small thrusts, the object I presume is a butt plug eases inside of me the same time his finger spears my pussy.
One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. Four.
Play my body right if you come in the back door.
I’m lostto the sensation, barely present when Tweed starts to bob my head up and down on his cock. Cash fills me, stretches me. Works me into a frenzy where the binds don’t bite as sharply and my body tingles with ecstasy. With the plug jostling and I don’t know how many fingers inside of me, I bring my focus back to Tweed. I will not be seen to crumble alone.
His green eyes hold mine, one arm casually behind his head. Lowering as far as I can go, Tweed nudges the back of my head down that bit more and I gag. He smirks, first time ever, and I can’t bring myself to hate him for it. Pushing my tongue flat to open up that tiny bit more, I slide up and down, tracing the veins and committing them to memory.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Cash murmurs to himself. Spanking me with his hand, the other pushes inside of me. “You ever been fisted before, Malice?” he chuckles, knowing I can’t respond. His hand slips in, twists a full turn and pulls back out, leaving me whimpering.
“Come, beautiful girl,” he coaxes me and I scrunch my eyes closed, preparing to show these vampires I’m all woman. One more twist of his wrist is my undoing, my scream lost to a muffle around Tweed’s dick. He doesn’t let me up for a reprieve, not as my pussy clenches and convulses. My poor clit, yet to be acknowledged, pulses. I’ve barely finished jerking beneath the weight of my orgasm when Cash grips me by the veins binding my arms behind my back.
Heaving me upwards, I’m forced to release Tweed with a loud pop. The hand from my hair goes to his shaft, bracing his dick vertically for Cash to lift and sit me directly on top of it. Not a second to adjust. Not a moment to adapt. A wash of dizziness rushes through my mind, my toes curled to the point of breaking.
Tweed doesn’t shift, his head still resting on his hand and watching me. I tilt my hips, just to take the pressure off my g-spot and he flicks my clit in punishment. At my back, the ankle spreader resting across Tweed’s thighs is lifted and Cash wiggles into the gap before letting it drop behind him. If the echoing thwack hurts Tweed, I wouldn’t know it, but my attention is elsewhere.
The butt plug is removed from my back passage, replaced by the blunt head of Cash’s cock. He pushes my nape to lean forward, easing his way into me. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. It’s not going to fit. It’ll never fit, but Cash is adamant. One hand curled into the binds on my forearm, he nudges me up and down ever so slightly. I hang there, a slave to the unknown pleasures that are twin vampire-induced cocks.
“You don’t come until we do, understood?” Tweed growls. I manage a half nod, not in a position to argue. I should have been prepared for their sudden movements in unison, given my predicament, but I wasn’t. With the release of one dick smoothing out of me, the other slides in. Never empty, never left wanting. Tears I refuse to let fall prick at my eyes, my head dropping forward. But Tweed won’t let me tap out now. I asked for this. I knew what I wanted.
Gripping my chin, he holds my head up. All that can be heard through the fungi field are the strangled noises torn from my throat and the sound of skin slapping on skin. Their groins hitting my ass and pelvis, the dull knock of ballbags following soon after. Imbedding my nails into the fleshy part of my inner elbow, I feel another climax building, vaguely aware I could castrate at least one of them in doing so.
Cash’s hands smooth over the knots lining my stomach, rising to knead my full breasts. I groan at the long-awaited contact, tilting myself backwards. My head lolls on his shoulder, resigned to being their plaything. An object for their desire. My nipples are plucked, my cunt thoroughly fucked. Sweat slickens my skin and I slump further into Cash’s chest, thankful for the coolness of his body. Teeth nibble my ear; kisses grace my cheek. Despite his authority, Cash is quick to remind me of his softer side.
Their thrusts quicken. Their own pleasure escaping in muffled rumbles. I smirk, thankful I’m affecting them just as much. Working with each other, the fullness of my passages aches for release. Their cocks glide against one another, a rhythm as natural as their need to remain close to each other – despite what they might believe. They need to be united, and I need them to destroy me until I see stars. Cash’s fingers dip to my clit, barely completing one small circle and I’m a goner.
“Don’t you dare,” Tweed grinds through clenched teeth. Too late. My pussy clamps so hard, I’m certain without Cash catching the binds, I’d have passed out. Tied too tight to move, I’m forced to ride out my climax with the twin’s pound into me relentlessly. Harder, faster. I try to force Tweed out but he smashes against my walls, forcing me to take every steely inch of him. Wave after wave of bliss beats through me, from the flush at my neck to the ripples of my cunt.
Suddenly, two roars worthy of lions break out around me, the force of a battering ram slamming home in both my passages. Hot cum spurts into me, erupting with such power, it’s impossible to tell where my orgasm ends and theirs begins. Intensity wins over, and I believe myself free of the restraints. They vanish and I collapse onto Tweed, his chest firm and barely panting. Still hard and rocking inside of me, this time I don’t even wait for him to ask for the lasting need building between us.
Driving my blunt teeth into the fleshy part of his shoulder, I bite as hard as I can. His blood fills my mouth, sweeter than before. Or I’m growing accustomed to his taste. Licking his wound clean, I visibly feel him relax beneath me. I may not have all the facts, but I know Tweed is a tidbit calmer when his blood is in my system. Like a failsafe I won’t flee him again, and I don’t intend to. I’ve spent too long alone, wishing for them back in my life. A vow cements in my mind to do whatever it takes to make that dream my reality.
Cash’s throaty rumble turns to a jealous growl with the longer I lie on Tweed. Both of their cocks are still rock hard, not showing any sign of slowing. I, however, know my limits.
“My turn,” I find the energy to dive aside. Rolling on my newly released shoulder, I flex my back muscles and shuffle up to my knees. Not a hint of pain is shown, despite the itchy tingle across my stomach and thighs from where the vines were tied too tight, as I click my fingers and order them to stand. Restoring their factory settings, they comply, albeit slowly.
Tweed’s expression darkens, Cash’s smirk deepens. Standing side by side in their naked glory, my eyes devour them as greedily as my body just did. Both Adonis’ in their own right, yet together – they’re the epitome of my fantasies. Primeval predators I should fear. A pair of brothers who shouldn’t be at each other’s throats all the time. My mind starts to wander, until Tweed grips my ponytail too tight and tilts my head upwards.
“You think you have what it takes to handle us?” he barks an unfamiliar laugh that has my eyeline lowering.
Perhaps my previous sexual exploits have been too intimidated by my crazy to talk to me in such a way, preferring I take control. But in the face of being dominated myself, I can’t say I hate it. I don’t feel weakness as expected, but empowerment. They test me because they know I can withstand any test thrown my way, and for the briefest moment, take my control. The voices in my head are unusually quiet. In fact, everything is. My stubbornness, my fierce nature, my soul. It’s all…calm in the face of relenting to Tweed and Cash’s desires. For tonight at least.
Together, they step forward. Their cocks, coated in my cream, glisten in the moonlight, jutting right in front of my face.
“Open,” Cash nods to me, his brow raised in a challenge. Pushing through every barrier I’ve put in place to prohibit such a thing, I do as I’m told. My mouth stretches wide and Tweed thrusts inside. His twin’s hand locks onto the other side of my hair, holding me in place as Tweed shoves his bulbous head all the way down my throat. Whipping back out, Cash repeats the action. Again and again. One by one. I gag on their cocks, forcing myself to remain in place. How did the tables turn so quickly?
Eyes glow green, brighter than emeralds and a thousand times more beautiful. In turns, they lay claim to my mouth until my eyes and nose are streaming. I try to shy away from the mess I must appear as, but the hands in my hair jerk my eyes back open. They want me to pay attention and in turn, they want to see it all.
Somewhere along the way, impatience wins over. Cash tries to shove himself into my mouth before Tweed has pulled back, and a competition ensues. Jerking, thrusting, grunting. I merely sit on my knees and stretch my mouth wide, watching the fight break out between the brothers. Safe to say, Tweed’s hookah high has worn off.
Twin dicks jut into my throat, the gagging subsiding as my throat accepts its fate to never swallow again. Pulling back and releasing my hair in unison, Tweed and Cash have the same idea – to pump their cocks as quickly as possible to lay claim to me first. Hot spurts of cum shoot over my face in no time, covering me in their seed. Tilting my head back, I let their arousal drip down my neck, my senses filled with the salty scent.
One must have succeeded by a millisecond because I hear a round of gloating and the pads of feet stomping away on the mushroom. I can’t tell who, as my eyes are currently out of action, but whoever remains kneels before me, sharply twisting my nipples.
“Don’t forget who you belong to,” the voice says and I shudder. I just wish I knew which one it was.
