Page 54 of Rotten to the Core


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“Feel free to join, Vess,” Doryn says.

I’m facing Vessorian, and he seems to consider the king’s invitation. “Don’t mind if I do.”

My face is on fire, but my pussy sings with need.

Yes. Please.

Vess transfers my wrist to his left hand, holding both in one firm grasp, though I’m not trying to get away. With his free hand, he opens his crotch and reveals a cock almost as long as Doryn’s, straight, rather than curved, and of a superior girth. I stare at it, eyes wide.

It looks like it’d feel good. Very good. I’d like to think I’m not drooling, but I can’t be sure. I want it inside me.

What in the seven hells is happening to me?

Vess slides his cock right next to Doryn’s, between my legs, and both men thrust into my drenched gap.

I’m stunned to realize neither of them is—or intends to—get inside me. Grunting in pleasure, they’re fucking my closed legs, deriving pleasure from the friction between each other’s cock and my skin, and denying me most of the gratification. The teasing as they grind against my pussy is too much. I’m going to lose it if they don’t give me more.

“Please!” I beg.

Doryn laughs. “Please what, darling Rhea?”

I sniffle. He won’t let me get away with mild humiliation. Oh, no. He’s the fucking worst. “Please, fuck me. Please, please, please. I need your cocks inside me.”

“I suppose we could.” He steps away a little, leaving just enough space between us to turn me to face him, and lift one of my legs up, placing the head of his cock right at my pussy’s entrance.

Vessorian does the same against my ass. I glance back, and open my mouth to ask him to be gentle—his cock is wider than any I’ve ever seen, let alone let into my tighter hole—but before I can say a word, they both shove in.

I come. I come with an unrestrained scream, completely unexpectedly, my fall over the edge so overwhelming I lose my balance.

Indifferent, Doryn lifts my other leg, holding me up in the air, and starts fucking me, hard, fast, as Vessorian works his hips behind me, both men entering me in perfect rhythm. They fill me so much I think I could break in two. Secured in Doryn’s and Vess’s grasp, I can’t do anything but take it, thrust after thrust as they slam into me, balls slapping my soaked skin with each move. I come again, and they don’t stop. Not until I’ve lost all sense of where I am, who I’m supposed to be, other than their contented toy.

I’m utterly spent when Vess grunts and floods me with his cum.

“Fucking hells,” the man says.

“Now you get it,” Doryn chuckles, fucking me even harder, faster. I can tell he’s close.

The advisor grumbles something unintelligible as he makes his way to the creek to wash.

Doryn barrels into me one last time, before gently lowering me to the ground, back on the white boar hide. Vess returns and hands him a cloth wordlessly, and Doryn washes me before tending to his cock.

I stay there, pants around my ankles, too feeble to move.

“Are those open legs an invitation, Rhea?” Lark asks from the tent. “I wouldn’t mind licking you clean, just so you know.”

I think she’s joking. Is she?

I lick my lower lips, my clit tingling. I think I wouldn’t mind it either, but I have given enough of who I am supposed to be away for one day.

With an effort, I lift my hips and put my pants back on.

Delicious waves of energy hit me suddenly. I find that I’m no longer tired, or cold, or anything, other than perfectly content.

What the hells am I becoming?

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RHEA

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