Page 62 of Bound for Their Pleasure

I draw a deep breath, steeling myself for the possibility of her coming again before she is even bound, and go back to my work. Binding her body, under and over her breasts, under her thigh, testing at every stage that it is neither too loose nor too tight. She nearly comes again when I bind her legs open and out, spreading her lewdly for my beastly pleasure and trapping her thoroughly so she cannot hope to move.

The more rope is added, the more she submits, her breathing a shallow pant, her pussy squeezing out slick as her belly contracts near constantly.

Then, satisfied that she is bound to my satisfaction, I lift her from the floor, carry her to the center of the room, and secure the central rope to a ring embedded in the ceiling.

Here, she swings slowly.

“There. That is better, isn’t it? Our sweet little omega, all bound for our pleasure.”

“Please,” she begs sweetly between pants. “Please, I need cock.”

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Freya

I feel Lor’s clawed hands on my ass, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin before pulling my ass cheek apart as I gently swing.

“Oh, Goddess!” His tongue is there again, lapping me from behind.

Only it is a thousand times more intense now I’m bound for his pleasure and mine. I can’t take any more—I need cock.

Big, broad feet come into view and then stop directly in front of me. A splat of pre-cum lands on the wooden floor between them. I lift my eyes, finding my lips at the perfect height for Aston’s bobbing cock. He obliges me, stepping closer, fisting my hair, and directing the tip toward my parted lips and eager tongue.

I groan, lapping up the stickiness, before he thrusts to the back of my throat, choking me on his thick length. My pussy spasms sharply at his dominance.

I grunt as Lor lavishes my sensitive pussy and clit with his wicked tongue.

I twitch and thrash, hanging on the cusp of a climax so monstrous I wonder if I shall exist on the other side… which is when the hot tongue withdraws.

“Mmunnm!” I hum around Aston’s cock as fur-covered thighs brush against my ass.

I want to see Lor. I want to touch him there, but I’m bound with a mouth full of hot cock, and I don’t have a choice, which only makes me hotter and wetter with need.

Fingers spear me intimately, thick, knobbly, beastly, they scissor inside me, stretching me, making me ache so good.

Then they are gone, and the head of a cock presses against my entrance, breaching me, pushing and pushing and seeming to get thicker and thicker.

“Gods, that looks fucking obscene,” Aston says above me, his fingers in my hair as he directs my head off and on his cock. “Such a good girl, taking him so well. Does that feel good?”

I hum around his thick length. I couldn’t give him a coherent answer even if my mouth were not full of cock.

Only, Lor’s cock is still surging deeper, and I twitch and thrash against the strange stretching that never seems to have an end… until it does, and he bottoms out, and the head bumps up against the sensitive entrance to my womb.

“Steady, lass,” Aston admonishes when I jerk against the ropes. His cock pops out of my mouth, and he crouches before me.

I pant, mouth open, staring into Aston’s beautiful face as Lor draws all the way out, only to slam deep, ejecting the air from my lungs. “Goddess!” A deep, achy sensation blooms. It is definitely not all pleasure, but it is also not all pain. My pussy quivers under his deep penetration. The dull pain unleashes something in me. My pussy clenches fiercely around the invading flesh, and my passage floods with slick.

Hard, unyielding flesh impales my most intimate place. It holds me a prisoner. And I love it. Just as I love the feeling of being trapped by the ropes and the determined glint in Aston’s eye. There is something dark, twisty, and yet compelling about the throbbing, deep inside, as Lor grinds against me.

“I can’t take more,” I say, shaking my head.

“Lass, you assuredly can.” Lor’s thick cock pumps into me with slow, deliberate thrusts. He bottoms out with every one, hitting right up against the opening to my womb.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. One moment, I am merely enduring this, the next, I am ravenous with need. I become so drenched with slick that every brutal penetration is accompanied by a filthy wet slap as our flesh meets.

I’m so wet, so hot, and aroused to the point of madness.

Lor’s nails prick the flesh of my hips as he picks up his pace.

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