I like that idea very much, Lilith said. But what he has planned? Their cocks will rub oh so delightfully against each other while they’re inside you. It is a truly singular pleasure for all.
Right then. Back to the original plan.
I felt Aen grab my arse, spreading my cheeks apart and just pausing for a moment.
“Oh, I will enjoy this…” he murmured to himself, and then he shocked the hell out of me.
A tongue, wet and mobile, slid along the crack of my arse, Marlow moving at the same time to push his into my cunt, pulling me down hard against his face.
My eyes went wide, and I stared unseeingly at the wall as a wave of pleasure washed over me, causing me to clench my teeth at the intensity of the feeling, made all the more powerful by the sheer surprise of it. My cunt twitched reflexively, as if not sure what to do, and Marlow groaned against me, holding me tight, sucking my juices out with noisy abandon.
“You like that,” Aen stated, pulling away for a moment. I could hear the smile in his voice, the happiness, but I couldn’t form a response, my brain temporarily offline. He capitalised on that, bending down and beginning anew.
Lilith purred inside me at the sheer fucking decadence of having two beautiful men at either end of me doing their level best to drive me out of my mind. And it worked. I could barely put it all together—the slippery wriggle against my butt that teased at the tight ring of muscle, making the nerve endings go into overdrive in ways they never had before, but this aided and abetted what Marlow was doing. His long licks of my clit, his lips closing around it and giving it a few experimental tugs with his mouth, was much more familiar territory but so, so much more intense.
“Fuck…” I whispered. “I’m gonna come.”
That low down, cocky chuckle men give when they’ve got a girl good happened in tandem, but not for long. They redoubled their efforts. This was obviously planned, making me wonder exactly what they talked about when I wasn’t around. I was panting madly when Marlow thrust several fingers inside me, forcing me to stretch around them, then I got even louder as he flicked my clit. Aen’s fingers bit deep as he pushed his tongue hard against me, increasing the friction right when I needed it.
Coming was so different. My jaw locked, my eyelids screwing down tight as a feeling of hot, bright pleasure started predictably where Marlow worked my clit, aching there, wanting more, more, more. But I was getting it, way more than I’d ever expected, and when my cunt clamped down around my lover’s fingers, the pleasure spread. Expansive, all encompassing, it was like a fire lit at several different sites of my body, and then it roared through to swallow me whole.
“Fuck…fuck…” I gasped, the pleasure building and building and not falling. It didn’t wash away, it just kept on twitching, tugging me along with it, spinning me around and around until I was nothing more than my nerve endings and my mouth, screaming.
“She’ll be all nice and relaxed now.”
I heard the words dimly as I trembled all over with what had ripped through me, what was likely to happen again with little provocation. My world was shaken to its foundations, yet when a possessive hand rubbed over my spine, I found myself arching into it. They had created a fundamental compact with my body—they could please it in ways I had never even touched and would keep on doing it.
“Long, deep breaths,” a warm voice said, confident and reassuring. I couldn’t place who, the part of my brain that knew things completely disabled. There was only that hand, those fingers, that sound, the subsequent drip of slick liquid on my skin, and this—the slightest of brushes on my over sensitive clit, drawing a hiss from me. Just little teasing, barely-there touches.
“Keep your breaths even.”
I wasn’t, couldn’t. Despite being filled with a lazy languor, anticipation curled in my belly, making my clit throb against the barest of contact with Marlow’s tongue. They worked in fucking tandem, his caresses pressing down a tiny bit harder as a finger circled, circled, drawing my attention and underlining a part of my body I’d never really seen as an erogenous zone.
There was something almost prickly about the slick sensation. It was insistent, unable to be ignored, like more familiar caresses. Aen’s finger narrowed down, rubbing the ring of muscle more insistently now, curious little trills of pleasure spiking in my clit. Marlow seemed to just fucking know, capitalising on that, chancing a more thorough lick.
“God!” I yelped, my hips bucking, my skin too sensitive, over sensitive, promising a world of pleasure I didn’t even know existed if I could just ride this out. They sensed this, slowing things down, stroking me in less reactive places, stoking that fire carefully now before returning again.
My head hung down as I felt Aen pierce me, just a tiny increment in. I moaned at that, at the frantic twitch of my cunt, grasping for something that wasn’t there yet. My lover seemed emboldened by this, sliding his finger in, then rocking it back and forth.
If he could have just stayed still, I could’ve born this, gotten used to it, but instead, he shifted in and out, waking the nerves up over and over. I cried out, gargled and incomprehensible, which just earned me a steady stream of reassurance and praise, but no relief. I felt the ache in my clit, something Marlow tried to lick away, but it was different now. Insistent and pushy, it demanded attention like Aen’s finger.
They took their time, were so, so patient, and I was a drooling mess as a result. Aen’s other finger had grazed my anus as the other thrust deeper now, signalling intent. My brain couldn’t decide whether I wanted that or not, knowing I’d need to take a whole lot more than two fingers to make this work. The boys were thick, something that filled me with glee and fear at the same time. He started to press a little harder with the second finger, just teasing me open, drawing a long, strangled whimper from me. I couldn’t and I must, the impulses warred inside me, the deep reticence just making my clit twitch harder. And Marlow took control of that, making me ride his face, his nose nudging my clit with every upstroke.
“Doing so well, love.” Aen’s voice was broken, scored by the effort of holding back. “You’re going to feel so good.”
There was more? There was more pleasure than this? It seemed impossible, like some kind of bullshit incentive to make me agree to them violating me simultaneously, but that rich voice seduced me with every compliment, every encouragement, so I kept on.
I didn’t have a name, a body, lungs to breathe with. I was just my nerves, jangling, clamouring nerves that shouted at me everything that was happening. I lost track of mouths and fingers and movements and bodies. Instead, there was a symphony playing inside my body, made up of sensations, some sweet and lulling, others sharp and creating drama. They all twined around each other in this unruly beat that threatened to throw my heart’s off rhythm.
“She’s ready.”
It took my mind an age to piece that together, what those sounds, those notes might mean. My brain had to struggle to remember that was what words did.
“Thank fuck. I ache.” Something brushed against my face, making my eyes flutter in response. “Kira? Kira? Is she OK? She seems really out of it.”
I worked my eyelids open belatedly, staring down at the source of the sound, and it took some time to reconcile the shapes of him.