Their Runaway Bride

by Vanessa Vale

  Yes, yes I would. When he pierced my maidenhead and pushed all the way in, my eyes flew open and I tensed. "Robert!" I cried, trying to get away. I pushed at his shoulders, at his slick torso, but he was too big to budge. He was so deep, so thick, so… consuming.

  "Shh," Andrew crooned. "You must contain your pleasure so no one else on the ship hears. Look down, sweetheart. Look at the way your pussy is filled with Robert's cock. You took all of him. Such a good girl. I bet you feel so full of cock that you can't stand it. No more pain. Only pleasure."

  Robert's face was a hard mask of concentration, of patience, of leashed need. He watched me closely and waited for a sign that I was all right. I nodded my head once and that was all he needed, for he slowly pulled back and pushed deep again. I gasped. Robert groaned.

  "She's so tight. So fucking tight she's strangling my cock."

  "I can't wait for my turn," Andrew added.

  I gripped the tops of Andrew's thighs, the hair there coarse against my palms as Robert began to fuck me in earnest. His strokes were even, the pace slow, and he watched me for signs of what I might like. When he slid over some very sensitive spot and my eyes widened, he stilled, then tried it again.

  The corner of his mouth tipped up. "Like that?" He did it again and I arched my hips off the bed.

  "Let's see what else you like."

  Andrew's hands cupped my breasts and my nipples tightened when he ran his thumbs back and forth over them. It was when he pinched them, at first gently, then more forcefully between his fingers that the pain from it had me gasping. I shook my head and winced at the sharpness of it, but he wouldn't relent. It took a few seconds, but it morphed, the heat of it, into intense pleasure. Robert didn't stop and I came, brilliantly and hotly, colors dancing behind my eyelids. When I finally slumped back against Andrew, I was sweaty and replete, and I realized Andrew's hand covered my mouth.

  "Shh, sweetheart, we can't have—"

  A quick knock on the door before it opened had me stiffening, my eyes wide as a man entered Andrew's cabin.

  He was just as big and broad as Andrew and Robert, but darker and he had an intense look about him. He looked ready to kill then, when he saw us, he grinned and quickly pushed the door shut behind him. "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but I came to see if you were joining us for dinner and I heard a woman scream."

  "See, sweetheart, you can't be so loud when you come. At least not here on the ship."

  I moaned then, but not in desire. I turned my face away from this visitor, for Robert still loomed over me, his cock buried deep inside me, Andrew keeping my legs wide apart. His hands moved from my breasts to toss the edge of the blanket over my body in a simple attempt to cover me.

  "Kane, this is our bride, Ann. It seems she likes a little pain with her fucking."

  I gasped at Andrew's words.

  "I can't hold back any longer," Robert said. "Pull up a chair and watch, or get the fuck out."

  One dark brow winged up and the man grinned. "Yes, if my cock was buried in that gorgeous pussy, I couldn't hold a conversation either."

  My cheeks burned hotly.

  "I'll tell the others that we won't be seeing you tonight. Congratulations." He offered a quick dip of his head and slipped out.

  Robert began to fuck me then, his cock even more insistent, but his thrusts less controlled.

  "Did you like being watched, Ann?" Andrew asked. "Did you see the way his gaze took in your soft curves, the way he admired how you were pleasing your men?"

  I shook my head against Andrew's shoulder.

  "You would have let him watch?" I asked.

  "You liked it. Your mind might be telling you otherwise, but I'm deep inside you. I can feel how wet you got when you knew a man was watching you get fucked. When you knew he could see your tight little nipples, your pussy lips stretching around my cock. Andrew may have wanted to shield you, but you can't hide."

  I bit my lip to try and remain quiet because what Robert was saying was making me want to come all over again.

  "She's squeezing my cock," Robert replied, his breath ragged.

  "You do like it," Andrew said, pleasure lacing his words.

  "No. I didn't."

  "As Robert said, your body doesn't lie, sweetheart. Do you want to come again?"

  "Yes," I gasped.

  Andrew's hand slipped down my body and his fingers began to play with that little bundle of nerves.

  "Shit, I can't hold back when she grips me like that. Do it again, Ann, and I'll fill you right up."

  Andrew pressed down on that spot and I came. Hard, but I pinched my lips together as I arched my back and let go. I heard Robert's growl, but my eyes were closed as I savored every bit of pleasure. I loved the feel of his cock in me; coming was completely different when a man—or two—were involved.

  I felt Robert's cock pulse inside me as he held himself deep. It went on and on, a warmth filling me.

  "Fuck, that was incredible." Robert pulled out of me and I felt a gush follow in his wake.

  His cock was spent, but it wasn't any smaller than before, glistening now with a sheen of his seed and my arousal.

  I looked up at him and saw how pleased he was, how sated he looked. His dark eyes met mine and I saw that I'd pleased him. Andrew's hand slipped lower and moved over my pussy. He was gentle about it, but my folds were swollen and tender.

  "I love seeing your pussy coated in Robert's seed. It's my turn, sweetheart. My turn to fill you up and make you mine."

  Robert took my hand and pulled me up. The men switched places so Andrew was at my front on his knees, Robert behind. Sitting back on his heels, Andrew tugged me down so I sat upon his thighs. "Ride me, sweetheart."

  I looked at Andrew, his pale gaze filled with need.

  "How?" I asked, unsure of what to do. His cock, nestled between us, was red and angry colored, clear fluid seeping from the tip.

  With his hands on my hips, he lifted and lowered me so that broad head of his cock slipped inside. Robert's slick seed made it easy for me slide right down onto Andrew's cock so that I sat directly on his thighs. My eyes widened at this new position, for his cock was so big, so thick. He seemed to be inside me even deeper than Robert had been.

  "Lift and lower. Use my cock for your pleasure. I want to see what makes you hot."

  Pushing up with my knees, I lifted off Andrew so just the tip of him stretched me open, then dropped back down. I cried out and Andrew groaned.

  Robert's hands came to my waist as he nipped at my shoulder. "She's incredible, isn't she?" he asked.

  "It's like she was made for us."

  "Mmm," Robert replied. "Let's see."

  I began to move then, letting my body take over, circling and lifting and lowering myself to find the most pleasure. Robert's hands stroked over my sides, my hips as Andrew's lifted to cup and play with my breasts.

  I was close, so very close to coming, but I rode the edge. When Robert's finger slipped down over my bottom and touched me in the darkest of places, I stilled and called out his name.

  "We're going to fuck you here, too." With the lightest pressure, he circled and circled and sparks of heat had me clenching down on Andrew's cock.

  "She likes it, Robert. Don't stop."

  Robert chuckled at Andrew's words. "I'm not going to stop until she comes, and that will only be when my finger is deep in her ass."

  I groaned as his finger slid forward to collect some of the seed and arousal coating my pussy and working it into my bottom.

  "This isn't right," I whispered, but I couldn't help but begin to move again. I needed to have Andrew's cock stroking over all the sensitive places deep inside me. I also liked the hot, dark feelings of Robert's finger pressing inward.

  "That's it, you like it when you have something in your ass. Don't worry, we'll take care of that need. Let my finger in, Ann."

  I couldn't refuse him. My body wouldn't let me, for it wanted that finger to stretch my bottom open and sink in. Why? I had absolutely no id
ea because it was dark and carnal and dirty and naughty, but I liked it.

  "It's… oh, Robert. Oh," I gasped as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle and slipped in. He began to fuck my ass with just the tip of his finger in a rhythm that matched how I was fucking Andrew's cock. "Oh, I like it. Please, I need—"

  Putting my hands on Andrew's shoulders, I met his gaze as I used him, used his cock for my own pleasure.

  "Good girl," he crooned. "Let Robert finger fuck your ass. Come as many times as you want."

  He pulled on my nipples then as Robert pushed even deeper inside my back entrance. He was gentle about it, but I was desperate to come.

  Between the rough tug on my nipples, the thick cock in my pussy, and the sharp sensations Robert's finger brought about, I came. I couldn't hold it back. Nothing was going to stop it.

  Robert's hand came around and clamped over my mouth and I breathed deeply through my nose, writhing in between them. I was doubly impaled and I couldn't escape even if I wanted to.

  When I calmed, Robert removed his hand. "Imagine what it will be like when that's my cock, not my finger. Again."

  His word was a command, dark and roughly given and I did as he bid, riding both men again. Andrew took hold of my hips and began to move me to find his own pleasure as Robert continued his plundering in my rear.

  "So good, sweetheart. You're so naughty and perfect. Our wife. We're going to teach you every dark and dirty thing we want you to do and you're going to love it."

  "Yes," I replied, for Andrew's words were true. I loved it. I loved every naughty thing.

  Squeezing his eyes closed, he came with a rough growl. I knew now that the hot spurts I felt was his seed erupting from his cock, filling me. Robert thrust deep at the same time, never having been filled so much before. The orgasm couldn't be denied and I came one final time, drenched in the feel of it, the scent of it, the sight of being surrounded by two men.

  I slumped then and the two men took care of me. Gentle hands lifted me and placed me on the cool sheets. A hand stroked the hair back from my face—when it fell from the pins I had no idea. Another hand nudged my thighs apart to wipe a wet cloth against my tender, drenched flesh. A body slipped in behind me and pulled me against his warm back. The other settled in front of me, a soft kiss settling on my forehead. All this happened with my eyes closed, trusting in the two men who'd vowed to do so many things for me. I just had to hope that they spoke the truth, that they could stand up to my father and his wrath, which I knew was yet to come.

  8

  ROBERT

  * * *

  "I knew there was a… connection between us, but I didn't expect it to be like that," I told Andrew as I set my bag by the door, ready for the porter. Ann was in the adjoining room getting dressed. It was the first time we'd allowed her to wear clothes since we married her two days ago. While we told her we weren't letting her out from underneath us until the ship docked, we also didn't want her out of the room where her father would see her. A confrontation was going to occur, but it would not be on board.

  One of us had gone out for meals, although more often it had been me, seeing as Ann's father believed it was my room where she hid. Andrew used his time alone with her wisely, on one occasion teaching her how to suck cock. She'd been an avid pupil and had demonstrated how much she'd learned. While most of my seed found its way into her belly, I hadn't minded when she'd licked her lips to take in all that she'd missed.

  "It is incredible. She is perfect for us and I look forward to getting off this fucking boat and taking her home."

  "Wherever the hell that is," I replied.

  Andrew looked to me, then leaned against the wall. "It can't be Washington. We could take up the Brits' offer."

  "Montana Territory?"

  He shrugged. "We have money to buy land. Ann will be safe from those who are not as open-minded. Kane, Ian and the others are understanding. They'll have their own wives soon enough. Perhaps it would be safest."

  "Perhaps," I replied, unsure. "We haven't been in America for two years. There's time to decide."

  Ann came to the adjoining door, all prim and neat in the pale green dress she'd worn when she burst through my door and interrupted my bath. She had no other clothes, for we did not intend to ask her father for her trunk when we disembarked. It was our job to take care of her now and we would see to her wardrobe and anything else she would ever need. Her hair was up and pinned into a neat twist, small curls framing her face. The color of it was so much lighter than Andrew's, it looked like spun gold. Her skin glowed, peaches and cream, without even a freckle on her nose. While her eyes were wary of what was to come, she had the loose and soft look of a woman well fucked.

  "I'm ready," she replied, offering a fake smile. Little did she know she had nothing to worry about. With us to protect her, she would not be harmed by anything, even her father.

  "Not quite," Andrew said. While we had an irate father to get past, Ann came first.

  When she looked between the two of us with a slight frown, I nodded.

  "We have something for you."

  When Andrew held up the small wooden plug, her frown deepened.

  "We met some British soldiers on the ship and we became friends. You met Kane the other day."

  Her frown continued until she realized Andrew meant the man who'd come into the cabin when he thought she was being hurt, not fucked so hard her scream of pleasure carried down the hallway. Her cheeks flushed scarlet and she looked away.

  Nothing would diminish her inhibitions about fucking except time. If we settled in Montana with the Brits, I had no doubt that they would take the less formal stance on fucking as done in Mohamir. A woman's needs came first, whenever and wherever. If Ann needed us to tend to her, whether for punishment or pleasure, we would provide it regardless who witnessed. Having Kane barge in was perhaps fortuitous, for it was the first taste for her of how we behaved.

  "They spent three years in Mohamir which, like Andrew and I, believe in several men claiming their bride," I explained.

  "Indeed." Andrew held out the plug and she took it, staring at it and trying to figure out what it was. It looked similar to a sock darner, although this one was smaller and had a base that would keep it safely in place once worked inside her. "As women in Mohamir take more than one husband at once, their asses are trained. Stretched for a cock."

  Ann sucked in a breath.

  "It seems they brought some plugs with them, perhaps saving them for their future brides. The one you hold was a gift. A wedding present."

  I doubted she ever imagined such a gift or had one in her trousseau.

  "You liked having Robert play with your ass," Andrew said. It wasn't a question, but fact. She'd come so hard when I'd used my finger to fuck that untried opening.

  She gasped at that, for while she might like it, she had yet to feel comfortable discussing it.

  "A finger fuck is enjoyable, but soon our cocks will fill you there instead."

  Ann's head came up and stared at us, her mouth open. Incredulous.

  "With your—"

  Andrew and I nodded at the same time. "With our cocks. One in your pussy and one in your ass. I see the panic on your face. Based on the way you behaved before, you're going to love it."

  "That," I pointed to the plug she held, "will train your ass to take us both. Not yet, but soon."

  She moved her hand behind her back. "You can't mean to put that… there."

  "We do."

  "Now?"

  "Yes."

  "Why?"

  "Several reasons. First, because we want to. You will learn now that your body belongs to us and we will do what is best for you."

  "By putting that… thing in my bottom?"

  "Yes."

  "Again, why?"

  "Because you are going to love it."

  She shook her head and took a step back. We let her, for there was nowhere to go.

  "I don't think so."

  "You've loved everythi
ng we've done with you so far," I commented.

  "Another reason why we are going to put that training plug in your ass is because we need you prepared before we can fuck you together. We would never hurt you. We are doing this for you."

  She didn't think so and it showed on her face.

  "You're worried about your father," I said. "You have no need to be. We will take care of you. You have only been in these cabins with us, but you will quickly learn that we will let nothing happen to you."

  "Yes, but—"

  "But what does that have to do with a plug in your ass?" I asked.

  "All you have to worry about is pleasing us. Having a plug fill you will please us, for we will know that you are stretching that virgin ass open for us. When we confront your father, and you know we will, you will have something to distract you. The fight with him is not yours. Once you married us, we took over your battles for you. You can know the plug is there, to feel it open you up for us as a reminder that you belong to us and we belong to you."

  She was quiet as she thought on this.

  "Hands on the bed, please," Andrew told her. He'd made his voice deep and even, his commanding tone. Ann was coming to recognize it as a time she needed to obey.

  She faltered, however.

  "You can bend over the bed and we can spank your ass, then put the plug in, or you can bend over the bed and we can put the plug in and make you come for being a good girl. Which will it be?"

  With the two of us offering her no quarter, she swallowed and turned toward the bed, placing her hands on the blanket. The position had her ass up, but not enough.

  "Go down on your forearms. Good. Yes, that's much better."

  Her ass was thrust out and high, ready for whatever we wished to do. While I wanted to fuck her again, we had limited time. Andrew went over to her and worked her dress up until it bunched on her back. Creamy thighs and her perfect ass were exposed. We had taken away her drawers, so she was bare. It had yet to change color by the strike of our palms. While I itched to do so, we must wait.