Authors: Zoey Marcel
Her
face burned with humiliation. “A little, master.”
“Ladies
were meant to be seduced.” He rolled her crinkled areola between his thumb and
index finger, making her whimper with a primitive need she knew he would sate
if she behaved herself, “You are pushing into my hand because you are a wanton
little strumpet, aren't you?”
She
moaned at the offensive title that had her dizzy with lust for him. “Yes,
master.”
He
released her breast and pulled her down on top of him suddenly, making her cry
out with a start. It was impossible to think of controlling her erratic
breathing when he held her naked body against his in this close, private
manner.
His
palm ran up her nape sensuously and the way his long, thick fingers played with
her hair was soothing. The calluses on the pads of his fingers provided a rough
edge to his touches that let her know he was as much her master as he was her
lover.
“Are
you my whore, Sonya?” His searing tone burned her alive.
“Yes,
master.”
“Say
it.”
His
palms cupped her breasts possessively, backing up the credibility of his claim.
His hands sizzled against her taut breast tissue. “I'm your whore.”
“Yes,
you are. Now suck me like one.”
Sonya
kissed his well-built chest and lapped at his nipples until they peaked beneath
the attention she gave them. She covered his washboard abs in a series of warm,
wet kisses and nuzzled his rigid shaft against the softness of her cheek with
her eyes closed. His stalk was solid like steel, but the velvet encasing it
felt soft as down against her skin. It was the most beautiful conundrum she had
ever witnessed.
Nimbus
panted beneath her skill. He taught her everything she now knew; how to please
a man and how to take pleasure in one. She licked the crown before sinking down
on his prick with her steamy mouth.
He
moaned with more than a little elation as he thrust up gently into her mouth at
parts and other moments just lay there and let her perform fellatio on him.
The
hard, hot taste of his masculine sexuality was to die for. Sonya gripped the
root and pumped him gently while she suckled his manhood as close to the base
as she could get and swirled her tongue around the shaft on her ascension.
Jude
continued to scissor his digits inside of her until he had four fingers up her,
loosening her for the coming penetration. His flattened palm rubbing her back
left goose-bumps in its chilly wake.
“Such
a lovely ass,” he cooed.
Nimbus'
jagged breathing and muffled curses told Sonya that he was enthralled with her.
“Stop. Lick my ass.”
She
smiled when she saw the glistening tear of pre-cum emitting from the slit. He
was close to losing it and didn't want to blow before he entered her.
She
teased his perineum before venturing lower to his spread butt cheeks. She
kissed the globes, still timid about performing orally on him back there. She
had done it once or twice on him, but the act always seemed so animalistic and
degrading somehow. Strangely it was this same knowledge that made her swoon
with exhilaration whenever he commanded she play with him there. He made her an
object and his plaything and oddly she found it fiercely titillating.
“Mm,
that's it, girl. Tongue my ass like a dog,” he instructed her in an uneven
voice. His control was slipping...because of her.
Jude
snickered. “She is not unlike a bitch in heat, is she?”
“She
is a mindless, horny animal who wants only to please her mate and to be fucked
by a hungry male. Isn't that right, bitch?” Nimbus asked.
Sonya
felt feverish. Now she was his bitch. A wild animal relying purely on gut
instincts and hormones with no conscience or soul to stand in the way of what
she wanted and what he demanded she give him. It was the ultimate descent from
humanity and it consumed her more completely than it probably should have. He
had complete control over her now and he knew it. She knew it and while it
scared her to death, the revelation overwhelmed her with a potent sense of
helplessness, leaving her with no choice but to admit that it was too late to run
or hide. Nimbus had her body and soul and they knew she would never regain the
control or identity she somehow lost to him. She would never have possession of
herself again, because he possessed her completely now and quite likely
forever...like a demon.
“Screw
my ass with your tongue, you filthy animal,” he panted. “You would do anything
for sexual gratification wouldn't you, my little trollop?”
Sonya
moaned while she tongued his anus, even as his damning words disturbed her.
They weren't true, but in this moment she became ensnared by the taste of
expensive soap and private male flesh that was distinct in this region. He
tasted clean and unique, but it always made her nervous when he clenched his
buttocks and his anus gripped her tongue.
“Is
she lubricated?” Nimbus asked.
“She
is,” Jude replied.
Nimbus
pulled her up and had her straddle him. She whimpered like a helpless puppy
when he rolled his glans in her sex juices and against her sensitized clit.
Jude
rolled on a sheath from behind her.
She
felt a swell of hope rising in her chest. Nimbus never wore one with her, yet
he made Jude wear one. Did Nimbus wish to be the only man who got to experience
her without a barrier? She was special to him and that made her feel cherished
and valuable.
Nimbus
parted her delicate folds and pierced slowly into her slick channel. They
gasped at the rush brought on by the penetration. He parted her globes for
Jude, who eased into her bottom gently.
Sonya
mewled in pain at the fierce burn of his staff forcing her anal tissues apart
to make room for him. Once he advanced beyond her protesting sphincter muscles,
the pain lessened and became mere discomfort.
She
trembled from the overwhelming experience of having two men inside of her at
once. She had never tried anything like this before. She could feel both of
their erections pressed against one another, separated only by a thin membrane
inside of her that served as the division between her cunt and rectum. If she
could feel them inside of her like this they could probably feel each other as
well. The idea was wicked – delightfully wicked.
“Oh
damn,” Nimbus groaned. “You feel so good, Sonya.”
“She
does,” Jude agreed with a feral grunt as both men held still inside of her,
allowing her to get used to the invasion.
“Are
you all right?” Nimbus asked.
Sonya
nodded, at a loss for words when faced with the guilty pleasure they offered
her that she was too weak to refuse.
This
is wrong,
the tiny fragments that were left of her conscience whispered to
her in her subconscious. However, the amorous expression of indulgence written
in Nimbus' sparkling green eyes made her forget the opposing whisper in the
back of her mind and she gave herself over to her captors in a state of
complete acceptance of the promiscuous fate they swore to plunge her into.
They
moved inside of her slowly at first, alternating thrusting and retreating
between themselves for her comfort and enjoyment. The raunchy sounds the trio
made during their racy tryst sang of a wanton savagery as they ravished each
other and gave into their most primitive urges.
“I
feel so full,” she whimpered, “I don't think I can handle this.”
“You
will because I desire you to,” Nimbus ground out breathlessly. “I'm going to
make you come so hard you will squeeze our cocks like the wayward little hussy
you are. You like cock, don't you, whore?”
She
purred at the way he degraded her with his words. “Yes.”
“You
like sucking it and moaning like a harlot, while being scandalized in your
sweet, dripping pussy, don't you? You like taking it up your ass and you are so
greedy for cock you can't even wait for us to take turns with you. You have to
have us both at once. You would take three if you could. Take one in your mouth
if we had another man in here, wouldn't you, whore?”
Sonya
sobbed when he rolled the pad of his finger in slow, sensual circles on her
plump, juicy clit. It wouldn't take anything to make her come tonight. She was
too aroused to think of resistance. “Yes. Oh, please don't touch me. It will
feel too good if I come.”
He
rubbed her faster, nearly pushing her over the edge. “I want you to come,
slave. You do not dictate how and when I touch you. I decide that. Your orgasm
and your fate are in my hands, aren't they, woman?”
“Yes,
master.” She was so close.
“Damned
right they are and I can do whatever I wish with you regardless of whether or
not you want me to.”
Sonya
wailed in euphoria at his power over her. She could finish off of his taunting
alone if he kept this up, but his finger ensured that her climax would come
twice as swiftly.
“Look
into my eyes, my fallen angel,” he growled.
She
was scared that the tumbling fields of green in his eyes had become the orange
flames of hellfire, reminding her of the creature he truly was.
“I
have accepted you completely and now you are going to accept me.” He stopped
stroking her clitoris to deny her the release that would distract her from his
speech, “I'm not a man or an angel. I'm an incubus and I want you to look into
my eyes and know who possesses your soul. I want you to take me into your body
knowing what I am and accepting me completely.”
She
tried to move, but she was sandwiched between their rock-hard, masculine bodies
and Nimbus rubbed her clit again to chase away any thoughts of escape she
entertained. “Nimbus, you are scaring me.”
Jude
jabbed fiercely into her bottom, making her cry out in pain. “Call him master.”
Nimbus
yanked her head down so her face was only inches from his and she was forced to
look into his soulless, glaring orange eyes. “I want you to come for me knowing
that you lost control over a demon. I want you to live with the dark,
unforgiving truth that you brought two unholy beings release in your sinful
thirst for sexual pleasure. You are very much like us, Sonya, and you aren't
even a demon yet. Now come for me, my soon to be blood mate.”
Sonya
screamed as her orgasm slammed into her body with amazing force. She couldn't
believe how strong it was, or how afraid she had suddenly become even as she
was showered in unprecedented ecstasy. She convulsed against their strong, male
bodies as the waves of fire and electricity burned through her feminine body
and ravaged her with forbidden sensations that were as haunting as they were
spellbinding.
The
men gasped and grunted as her climax triggered theirs from the manic way her
pussy and ass sucked onto their turgid cocks. They emptied their balls into
her. She couldn't feel Jude's cum since he wore a barrier, but she felt the
hot, binding flood of Nimbus' seed as he sprayed it into her womb. She became
suddenly terrified of the possibility of having his baby - a demon child, an
angelic, demonic hybrid. God forbid.
Her
wobbly arms gave out and she fell into Nimbus' waiting arms. Their bulk
consumed her and provided her comfort from his harrowing speech only a minute
ago.
Jude
collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath as the other two were.
She
hadn't heard Nimbus say that. He would never bite her and make her his blood
mate - a demon. That was unconscionable. She hadn't seen the devilish, predatory
look in his blazing fire opal eyes. It was only a nightmare and when she awoke
he would be her sweet, angelic man again, her caring, protective master. The
one who would never harm her, nor damn her so irreversibly.
Sonya
lifted her face to see his eye color. The peaceful green fields his irises had
become again reminded her of Elysium. There was evidence of a soul in them now
and the eternal paradise housed in the romantic way he looked at her slowly
stole back her trust despite the discernment screaming like a rebel in her
head.