by Casey Morgan
I leaned over and took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked it gently as played with her pussy. She was moaning and writhing all around now – she would be falling out of the tree if it weren’t for my tight grasp on her and the fact that she was tied to it.
“Well, it’s about time we changed that,” I told her.
My cock was so big and hard, wanting so badly to break free from its confines and fuck her silly.
But it wasn’t time for that yet.
I took my fingers out of her pussy, reluctantly.
She almost cried as she sighed in relief, obviously thinking I was going to replace them with my cock.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, as if desperate. “I’ve been waiting so long for someone like me…”
“But first, I need to punish you,” I told her, as I spanked her pussy with my open hand.
“Why?” she cried out, as if hurt and surprised.
“Because you weren’t just waiting for someone like me,” I told her. “You wanted Melchior first. You even wanted to seduce my brother, didn’t you?”
She looked at me, then lowered her eyes, giving me the answer I needed. But I spanked her pussy again anyway, if only because, believe it or not, I’d noticed it made it get even wetter, and I loved to watch her wetness flow.
“Don’t lie to me,” I said. “Tell me what you wanted from Melchior and my brother.”
“I wanted them to fuck me,” she admitted, and I slapped her again.
Her pussy lips were turning red with welts. But I knew she liked it, because of the way she was going on in great detail.
“I wanted Melchior’s cock inside me. I wanted your brother inside me, too. And you. Please, sir. I want all three of you inside me at once.”
This was clearly a game to her, and suddenly I was outraged.
I was always in charge, always kept my cool.
But this woman was making me weak in the knees. Who was she to make me spank her pussy repeatedly, not because I felt the need to but because I knew she liked it?
I had to turn the tables and keep my power.
I realized that the one thing that would help me to do that was to deny her what she wanted. I wanted her begging me for it, and not giving it to her.
“I know you did,” I told her, and then I got out my secret weapon. It was light as a feather – in fact, it literally a feather – but powerful beyond words.
“And for that, you’re going to pay, because I want you to want me and only me.”
Chapter Six – Marilyn
I wasn’t sure whether to be scared or turned on. I was experiencing an exiting mix of both feelings at once.
My pussy instinctively pulsed as Simeon took the feather and traced it around it.
I had never been so vulnerable in all my life. I was aching for him, wanting him to take me so badly.
“What have we here?” he asked, tickling all around my pussy lips. “A girl who wants me bad?”
“Yes,” I moaned, knowing that he had gotten his way.
Right now, he was the only man on my mind. Sure, it had been fun to entertain the thought of being with multiple men, but Simeon was a strong alpha male who clearly wanted me all to himself. And he was going to go to whatever means necessary to make that happen.
“I can tell,” he said, putting his fingers back into my pussy as he circled the feather all around the edges of it. “You’re absolutely dripping wet.”
“Mmmm,” is all I could manage to get out, before he started tracing the feather up my stomach and then onto my breasts.
As he tickled my nipples, I could barely stand it. I jumped some, instinctively trying to move my body away from the feather, but the ropes around my wrists prevented me from doing so.
“Just hold it right there,” he said, grabbing my pussy, hard, and holding me in place. “You have to let me torture and tease you. It’s your punishment.”
He started circling his tongue around on one of my nipples as he moved the feather all around the other one. It was driving me crazy, this feeling of wanting him so badly, but not being able to have him.
“I’m going to be nice to you and let you cum,” he said, his fingers pressing up against my clit.
As he rubbed me harder, faster, the tickles of the feather started to feel more like pleasure than pain. I opened my eyes to see that he was looking down at my clit as he rubbed it, watching as my juices poured out onto his hand.
“I’m cumming,” I called out, not able to stand it anymore, and just completely giving into the overwhelming feelings of pleasure. “I’m cumming so much.”
When I had come down from the high, I was breathing rapidly, wanting a rest, but he wasn’t giving it to me.
“You’re going to cum again for me,” he commanded. “You’re going to cum so much you’re begging me to fuck you.”
And he was right. Within minutes I was on the edge of another earth-shattering orgasm, gripping the tree branch with my hands while Simeon’s own hands were massaging my pussy while tickling my nipple.
And then he brought the feather down and rubbed it on my clit while he finger-fucked my pussy hole, right as I was the peak of my orgasm. This drove it home even further until his prediction was true and I was calling out his name.
“Simeon,” I said. “It feels so good. Fuck me, please, Simeon. I need to feel your big cock in mine.”
“No one has ever fucked this hot little pussy of yours, have they?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “No one has.”
“And you want me to be the one to do it?”
“Yes!” I begged. “Please. Please, sir.”
“What about Gideon?” he asked. “You seemed really into my brother. Are you sure you don’t want him to be the one to take your virginity?”
“I’m sure,” I told him, panting. “That was just a silly thought I’d had. I know you’d know how to fuck me a lot better.”
“I sure would,” he said. “You want to feel my big cock crammed deep inside your tight little pussy, for your very first time, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Yes!”
“What about Melchior?” he asked. “Didn’t you want him to take your virginity.”
I paused, upon hearing this.
It was true.
And I still wanted Melchior to fuck me.
But at the moment, all I could focus on was Simeon. He was massaging my clit again, sending me dangerously close to the edge, and I wanted him to take me there, all the way.
“I did,” I admitted, his fingers like truth serum, drawing out what he already knew to be true. “But now I want you to.”
“Say it loudly,” he commanded me. “Say you want me to take your virginity, and not Melchior.”
He stopped rubbing my clit and I felt lose and abandoned without him there. Meanwhile he was tickling my pussy lips with the feather. It was driving me insane. I would have said anything.
“Yes, please, Simeon,” I begged, feeling tears springing to my eyes due to my desire for him. “Please fuck me. I want you to take my virginity. Not Melchior. Not anyone but you.”
I finally came again, spectacularly so, all over Simeon’s fingers as they plunged deep inside me, thrusting in and out of me, much like his cock would be, once he finally gave in and fucked me.
I looked up to see Simeon smiling, but it wasn’t a smile of joy or pleasure. It was a sinister smile, and he wasn’t looking down at me as he was smiling.
He was looking down at someone on the ground.
Gideon? I wondered, as I strained my head to try to see down there, to no avail.
Poor sweet Gideon might have his feeling hurt by this, I thought, even though he’d told me he wasn’t interested because he liked someone else.
But as I heard someone clear their throat, I knew just from the gruffness of it that it wasn’t Gideon.
“Is this true?” the voice asked, and I knew for sure who it was now.
Melchior.
I wasn’t sure if his
tone was one of betrayal or challenge.
And I didn’t know if it was good or bad for me.
Would he punish me like Simeon was doing?
Ignore me forever now that I had told Simeon I wanted him instead, if only due to the throes of passion I had been experiencing?
Or would he join in and try to make me feel doubly good?
Chapter Seven - Melchior
Leave it to Simeon to try to take my woman.
And my rival couldn’t do it in a normal way. He had to make her betray me so deeply it hurt.
Even though, I had to confess, there had been desire mixed in with my jealousy, while I watched Simeon pleasure her. She was certainly into it, just as much as she had been with me, and her pussy was dripping wet.
I didn’t want to give her up.
But nor did I want her if she didn’t want me.
It looked like I had to find out.
“Untie her,” I commanded Simeon. “Now.”
“Look who thinks they can call the shots,” he shot back.
“Simeon. I’m not kidding.”
I took a deep breath, certain that I had to be ready to back up what I was about to say.
“Look, you and I have had our differences. We have also worked together. Lately, things haven’t been good between us. But in the past one or both of us always ends up coming around. At this point, though, I’m not playing. I will fucking kill you if you don’t let her go. And I’ll put an end to this back and forth, once and for all.”
“Woah,” Simeon said, looking surprised. “I didn’t know she meant that much to you.”
He was clearly letting me know that he saw my affinity for her as a weakness. And I suppose it was. So far, I had been more preoccupied with her than I had been with saving the forest.
But I couldn’t help it. An overpowering need for her made it impossible for me to think about anyone but her.
“I thought you were fighting,” Simeon said, as if wanting to change the subject. “What happened with that?”
“I saw you leave the clearing,” I told him. “I wasn’t fast enough to follow on your tails, but as soon as I had fought off your pathetic pack members, I was on your trail soon enough.”
“Stupid Gaspar,” Simeon muttered under his breath. “He can’t even arrange a battle scene right.”
“Are you sure he wanted the Lumi to kill me?” I asked him. “Perhaps I was just a decoy. To distract you so that he could have Marilyn.”
“I thought of that, of course,” he said, snippily.
It looked as if Simeon and I had formed an unsteady alliance once again. His need to not let Gaspar have power often aligned with my own goals. And yet right now, our goals were both opposing and the same. We both wanted – no, needed – to save the forest. But we both also wanted Marilyn and didn’t want the other to have her.
Suddenly, I saw something flitter out of the corner of my eye and I heard Simeon says, “Well, look who decided to come back.”
I couldn’t believe it at first.
“Another dove?” Marilyn asked, piping up from where she was still tied to the tree, and looking down at the flying white bird who was now right above my head.
“Yes, this one’s mine,” I told her.
“It was yours,” Simeon corrected me.
“Yes, that’s true,” I admit. “It was my dove but it left when Simeon and I started feuding this last time around.”
“Apparently our two turtle doves want peace,” Simeon said. “And yet you just threatened to kill me. Do you really want to kill the guy who can help him you get what you want? Perhaps we could work together against Jessalyn.”
“Perhaps,” I said, instinctively climbing the tree, to be closer to Marilyn.
She was the one thing I was the most protective of. I wasn’t sure I could trust Simeon with my One True Hope. He had just been making her scream out his name, after all, rather than mine.
I put my hand out to start untying her, and she reached out to me. Simeon started climbing up the tree at the same time.
“Hey, guys, look,” she said, pointing at the tree branch.
All three of our hands were on it, and it was visibly growing stronger, thicker.
“I think maybe Simeon has the right idea,” she said. “We could work together to figure out whatever it is that you guys are trying to figure out. The three of us touching this tree sure seems to heal it, anyway.”
“It does heal it some,” Simeon admitted, nodding his head slowly.
“Probably not enough,” I said, because the poor tree was so withered that it had a long way to go to be restored. “But it’s a nice start.”
“So, what do you think?” Simeon asked, as we untied Marilyn together.
“I think it’s my turn to punish the lady for the error of her ways,” I said, possessively.
“Fair enough,” Simeon said. “We both know she enjoys that. But after that, shouldn’t the lady decide who she wants to be with?”
“Maybe,” I said, feeling my animal instincts so strongly that I couldn’t think well enough to talk.
I was overcome with a primal urge to claim Marilyn as my own.
As soon as I got her down from the tree, I took my pants off and brought my cock out.
I didn’t even care that Simeon was watching. In fact, I wanted him to see her eating my cock.
“You’ve been so bad,” I told Marilyn, cupping her ass cheek in my hand and spanking it.
She pressed her body in towards mine, as if we were going to make love. But that wasn’t what I wanted.
I pushed her away to show how I felt about being betrayed.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “I was just overcome with pleasure. I’ve never felt like this around any guy before and now, I admit, I was feeling it around two different guys in a row, and it was just confusing, and…”
“Enough talking. Get down on your knees,” I commanded her. “And show me how sorry you are, if you want to make this up to me.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, obeying and looking up at me so submissively that I knew that Melchior would be jealous of us.
I felt her wrap her hand around my big, hard shaft and it felt amazing.
She sucked the head of my cock for a minute before putting it all the way in her mouth. I felt like I belonged there – it was so warm, soft and comfortable. And yet also an incredible turn on.
It felt so good that I had to tell Simeon about my rule – but mostly as a reminder to myself.
“I’m glad I got here before you took my virginity,” I told him, “and not only because that would have made me really fucking mad. But also because I need to break her in slowly, to tease her and train her. I’m slowly harnessing her sexual energy, and I think that together she and I can use it to defeat Jessalyn.”
The look on Marilyn’s face, as my cock was still in her mouth, was full of such disappointment and longing that I almost wanted to change my mind.
Almost.
I had to stay the course.
Not matter how hard that goal became.
Chapter Eight – Marilyn
I wanted to die when I heard Melchior say he still wasn’t going to take my virginity.
I felt as if I had already been waiting so long, and I needed to have so much more opened up – not only literally, physically speaking, but also metaphorically.
There was so much I still didn’t know.
Such as why I was here.
What they wanted from me.
What had happened to my aunt.
What had happened to me, in the past.
But the one thing I knew for sure is that Melchior and Simeon knew the answers. For some reason, Melchior didn’t want to reveal them to me for quite some time. But as I heard Simeon speak up, I began to think that perhaps the same wouldn’t be true of him.
“Why’d you stop eating his cock, little Marilyn?” he asked, stepping a bit closer to Melchior and me.
I saw then that he had his cock out and was
stroking it.
It was huge – just as big, if not more so, as Melchior’s cock, which was stuffed so far down my throat I couldn’t talk. I just shrugged.
To this, both Simeon and Melchior replied, “Well, keep going,” in unison.
And I did. I sucked Melchior’s big cock as hard as I could.
“Good girl,” he said, reaching down to play with my nipples as I kept sucking.
I never knew a man could be so big, could fill me up so well. I could only imagine what this cock – or Simeon’s, or, better yet, both – could do to my pussy.
I arched my back and stuck my ass and pussy further up into the air, as if begging Simeon to join in.
He had been really into the feather game. Maybe he would crack and tell me some secrets of the forest – of my past – before Melchior, who seemed to have a lot more patience, would.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, nearly choking on Melchior’s cock while I looked over at Simeon’s.
He was pumping his hand back and forth on his shaft and looking at me with animal lust in his eyes while my mouth was wrapped around Melchior’s cock.
For the first time, Melchior took his eyes off me, and looked over at Simeon. Then he frowned with anger.
“Hey,” he said, “What do you think this is?”
“This is the time for me to be selfish. I know you wanted me to be jealous, watching Marilyn suck you off,” Simeon said. “But your little Marilyn is quite the adventurous little lady, because she’s been wriggling her ass at me, wanting me bad.”
“Is that so, Marilyn?” Melchior asked, raising his eyebrows at me.
His dick was still hard in my mouth, so I knew he didn’t mind as much as he was acting like he did. In fact, he just might have liked it.
I nodded and managed to mumble a “yes,” while pausing in between slurps of his cock.
“Well, then, I think we need to have a competition,” he said. “Let’s just see how both of us make you feel, and whichever one makes you feel the best, you can be with. Okay?”
“Okay,” I hummed, glad to have permission for both of them to touch me.
I had no idea how I would choose between them, but that fact wasn’t important to me right now.
