by A L Magnus
“Oh yeah, we’re keeping her.” He kissed the corner of her lips and pushed his tongue inside, tongue fucking her the way he ate her. She shook all over, close to coming again.
With a controlled shove, Corey drove his entire cock up her ass, butting his body to her cheeks. He reached down and spread them wider to get into her as far as possible.
Passion-kissing her, Erik drove up her, making his massive erection fit inside her with Corey.
She held her breath. It was too much. No way.
The intense stretching made her freak out for a moment and gouge Erik. Her sphincter clamped on Corey.
He pulled her hair, hard enough to make her hotter. His arm locked across her throat, making her heady.
“Oh, damn, she whispered. “Total me you fucking studs.”
They drilled her between them, synchronizing their strokes to stuff her to the max.
She clawed at them both, reaching back to rake at Corey as the burrowed deep up her no-longer virgin ass with each bone-shaking thrust.
Erik controlled her with his huge hands, raising and lowering her ass to penetrate her deep and hard in time with Corey’s power-fucking.
She couldn’t stand it. It was crazy-hot. She dug her nails into them both, flung her head back, and cried out her ecstasy. Lights flashed through her.
The men ground them between them, crushing her, their cocks warring, shoved toward her heart. They wrapped their arms around her, embracing, shooting together, filling her deep, making the colors rise to the crown of her head and back.
She kept shaking as they remained inside her, cradling her in the steam. She held on until the quaking stopped.
“Dirty fuckers.”
“The dirtiest,” Erik agreed.
Corey kissed her back. “You loved it, and we loved it. Of course, if I’m wrong, we’ll swear to never do it again.”
“Shut up.”
He chuckled and licked her neck.
Erik raised her and their cocks popped out of her.
“Oh.” She felt...so opened.
Her beloved carried her out of the shower. Corey shut off the water and the two of them dried her off. She flashed to having handmaidens, so long ago. These two, oh, these two she had to keep, no matter what the cost. Even at the cost of leaving the only world she knew.
What the hell. She’d daydreamed ancient Rome, being ravaged by a gladiator. She’d just had that desire filled, doubled, beyond doubled. What a life.
Corey spread his sleeping bag on the floor. Erik set her on it, pulled the softest blanket off her cot, and tucked her in. He kissed her brow, her lips. Corey knelt beside her and kissed her tenderly.
“Our love,” they said, stroking her hair off her forehead. Their lips met over her.
They eased down beside her, sliding under the covers and holding her between them, Erik curved over her head to fit his body just right.
She caressed their butts, completely happy.
What would it be like to live in ancient times? It wouldn’t have to feel limited, because they had powers. Many cultures were sophisticated, and had aqueducts and plumbing. The living conditions could be made to suit her. She’d be a god there. Didn’t that count higher than being Truth Teller here?
Sparks sighed. It just didn’t feel like her life. This was, had been, until now.
She glared at Erik, with his cock resting over his thigh, still mammoth, as spent as he was. He snored softly.
Sighing, she rested her cheek on his chest and caressed his gold nipple ring.
No contest. As passionate as she’d been in her life here, she belonged with these guys. It went deep for her, and not only because they both had such long cocks. They’d taken her home as powerfully with their lovemaking as anyone could have. They gave her a sense of belonging more potent than anything she could have imagined. It was beyond her best dreams of finding her true family.
She knuckled away a tear. Long ago, she’d cried herself to sleep imagining she was adopted, hoping for the nightmare to end. She’d had to grow up alone, but she wasn’t alone anymore.
Despite the horrors, she’d gotten justice for the woman who raised her, a young woman who got pregnant by a man who abandoned her. Poverty ground down the woman she’d thought was her mother, turning her bitter and mad in a world where only consumers were valued.
At least as Truth Teller, she’d blown Alten’s secrets. He and the rest of the council were face criminal charges. Their reign of squeezing marginalized and working people was over.
She petted Erik’s chest, comforted by his heartbeat. Corey purred against her neck, tightening his arm around her.
Erik was right, she wouldn’t want to come back here. This dirty city had been limbo. She’d always known these weren’t her people.
The moon rose and one of the city’s last living birds took flight beyond the window.
Sparks was ready to go home.
The End
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About A. L. Magnus
HE WAS WARNED ALL THOSE comic books would warp his mind. Thanks to a stubborn refusal to grow up, he has adventures in various countries. His mind is full of all the things soap couldn’t wash away. Fantasy is one of his greatest joys. He’s blasted through several years as a full-time storyteller under a couple of top-secret identities. Due to certain influences, he’s delighted to bring you twisted adventures with bisexual characters who aren’t overloaded with sexuality-angst. Okay, it was a dare. Beyond that, his imagine toys with stories to match suggestive pulp book covers. Imagine what his world would have been like without the Comics Code Authority. His motto: Let’s keep alive the sense of wonder.
