Alaric stiffens. “Okay, that's taking it too far. I'm still a prince, you know,” he says, stalking up to Cael, his pride now at stake. “I advise you not to use that kind of language around me. One might get offended since you're in my territory. No Spiden assassins to help you out this time.”
Unbelievable. These two are just spitting it out at each other, without care of the consequences. They just want to deal as much damage as possible, and be damned with the consequences.
“Your territory? Oh, I'm perfectly aware where I am. In the territory of a traitor.” Cael grasps Alaric by the shoulder, and I see he's squeezing hard. “And you know what? I bet if I tried to fuck you now, you'd let me still. Because you're that pathetic.”
“I'm not –” Alaric's protest dies off as Cael slams his lips onto Alaric's. My eyes threaten to pop open as the black clothed Cael grapples with Alaric in his plain gray ones. Alaric makes a show of it, cursing, trying to push Cael away. However, despite Alaric's muscles, he seems unable to resist Cael's advance. And Cael pushes him towards the bed, before biting at his ear. When Alaric groans, a bolt of surprise goes through me. It sinks between my legs, supercharging everything.
Holy moly. At first I thought... I thought it wouldn't turn out pretty. It probably won't. But right now, the vicious wrestling they're doing, interspersed with kisses and heavy breathing and erotic sounds is hot. And it's turning me on. My hands lift to my lips, and my toes are curling in their shoes. Should I leave?
No. I want to watch. They start doing this in front of me, I'm watching. And of course, I become embarrassed by my own thinking. The heat emanates from my cheeks. Or maybe it's my entire body, because there's something dark but elegant in what's happening. Hot and passionate.
Alaric continues to wrestle against Cael, but Cael stretches him out on the bed and pins him down with strong arms. They engage in an intense kissing session, and sometimes Alaric makes a bid for freedom.
“You'll do anything I want you to,” Cael hisses.
Have I got it all wrong again? Does Cael not care, and just see Alaric as a toy to be used and discarded? Or he is hiding his feelings under this veil of apathy and hate?
Hard to tell. It's not like I can read minds. But I can watch. These are my captors. These two estranged former lovers, now fighting one another on the bed.
“I'm not your slave, Cael. Just because I did something you didn't like,” he gasps, even as Cael's hands wrap around his throat, making Alaric strain to breathe, “doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want to me.”
“Really?” Cael now rips through Alaric's shirt, popping all the buttons there. “Because I will do whatever I want to you. And I want you on your knees, sucking me.”
Alaric should tell him to fuck off. What I see instead is the burning red of shame and lust, as Cael undoes his pants, and pushes Alaric down to his knees by the side of the bed. Alaric still has his shirt on, though it's unbuttoned upon the front. Cael still grips him about the hair, even as Alaric moves lips towards Cael's growing erection.
Oh God. He's doing it. Gone is the furious struggle from earlier. Now there's a resignation, a breaking of everything inside him, so he can give to Cael. Prove Cael's cruelty, but at the same time, give into that yearning in his fucked up heart.
How embarrassing and exhilarating to be here. Alaric takes Cael in his mouth, and Cael jerks the blonde prince's head forward. It causes him to choke, and he braces himself on either side of Cael's legs.
Cael doesn't goad or say anything else as he makes Alaric's head move back and forth, treating him nothing like a prince, and more like a slave. It's awful. It's sexy. It's... nothing short of a thrill.
And neither of them have made me leave. A part of me longs for Cael to turn his brutality on me, and summon me over there like an Incubus, before drowning us both in desire.
My throat is dry. I thirst for more than this, more than to be a bystander in someone else's game.
Whatever other goals I have in life, my immediate one is satisfaction. My hand starts delving into my panties, idly touching the hairs. I try to be as patient as possible, not rubbing myself off just yet, though I'm already soaked down there.
My desires are darker than I thought. They run deep in my veins, spilling out in an act like this. My breathing becomes faster as I see Cael thrust harder, causing Alaric's body to rock.
Then, perhaps just before he comes, he pulls himself out, kneels to grab Alaric's hair firmer in his fists, and kisses wildly, as if attempting to suck the life out of him. Electricity tingles through my blood, and the excitement builds. I have to resist hard the impulse to start stroking. The shifters are all over one another, their emotions at boiling point.
I let out a tiny gasp when Cael rips off the rest of Alaric's shirt, and he finally looks around to see me. Instantly, my cheeks burn hotter, since the spotlight glare of his eyes makes me realize how depraved I am. I expect poison to come out his mouth, to spit me out of here.
Instead, the expression on his face turns wicked, and one corner of his lips twitches in a smirk.
“Come here,” he orders, crooking one finger towards me. “Since you seem to be enjoying the spectacle, why not enjoy it closer up? Princess.”
I freeze, worried that this is a trap. Alaric looks at me as well, his eyes glazed over slightly. He's so vulnerable right now, and it makes him hot. Makes me shiver non-stop.
“Or you can just watch from over there and have nothing but your fingers to satisfy that itch. Up to you.” He winks then, fully in his element, and the unexpected wink is what draws me over there. I walk like some kind of scared animal, and he licks his lips salaciously, following every step.
When I'm in range, he hauls Alaric up by his floppy blonde hair.
“Undress each other. Do it. Be naked. If you don't do it fast enough, you'll be punished.”
The way he takes charge, assumes we're going to obey him is mouth-watering to my emotions.
He pushes Alaric towards me, and I grit my teeth, reaching for his pants to yank down. Alaric fumbles over my clothes as well. Turns out fur clothes are pretty easy to get off in a hurry. The items fall around us in a puddle, and we're both naked. My red hair just about covers the tip of my nipples. Nothing covers that dick of his, which is erect, possibly growing bigger. I want to touch it, but I haven't been given instructions for this.
Cael examines us both, his eyes afire with something. “Yes. This could be... an arrangement. With two little slaves ready to succumb to my every command. Oh...” He brushes behind me, taking a strand of hair to sniff at his, his amber eyes almost black at this point. He has no pants or boxers, though he still wears his shirt, which gives a strange image when it comes to his arousal. As if suddenly becoming aware of this as well, Cael smoothly takes off his black shirt, revealing a broad, deep set chest, and dark hairs upon it. Alaric's has a tan to it. Cael is pale, though nowhere need the sickly color of mine, with the freckles that assault me everywhere.
I have to say though, I'm not that self conscious of what I look like in the presence of these two shifters. They're just far too distracting for me to focus on my own flaws.
“If you want me to treat you kinder, you better call me master,” Cael says, now moving behind Alaric. “Or I might do something bad.” One of his hands grips Alaric's right buttcheek. Alaric jumps slightly, eyes widening. I can only surmise that Cael's putting a lot of pressure there.
I feel like I'm a pawn in this game, but I don't care right now. I want to be used and abused. Everything else can happen later. My escape can happen later. Right now, I just want the burn between my thighs to be satisfied.
And only these two can do it for me.
“Say it. Go on!”
Cael grips Alaric harder, and the blond prince gasps out, “Master.”
“Good. I want to hear it from your lips too, Bronnen.”
I blink in surprise at the fact he used my name, and croak out master as well.
Those luscious, plump lips of
his grow wider. “I was thinking of letting you taste one another first, but I have a better idea. Bronnen.”
He moves to me and grabs me by the hair, forcing me to my knees. The sheer power behind his grasp terrifies and exhilarates me at the same time. “Do the same as Alaric. I want to see if you're any better than him.”
I highly doubt it, given that before I got shipped over to the mountains, I was a virgin. Even if I did have some quickie masturbations in the staff bathroom at times. Still, I recall what I saw Alaric do, and the memory of all the porn videos I've surfed, before wrapping my mouth around Cael's dick. It's hard and soft at the same time. Even though Cael holds all the power in the way he commands us, when he does this, he's subjecting himself to me.
We're both incredibly vulnerable at this moment. I'm amazed in a way that he wants to involve me. I just assumed I suppose that he would only focus on his former lover, and not the woman he's forced to share. Especially after Alaric basically cheated on him to stave off suspicion that they were gay.
Look how well that turned out, I guess. Clearly worked to get all the gayness out of him.
With Cael's dick in my mouth, and my knees pressed against the stone ground, I feel a mix of heat and cold at the same time. The position makes me uncomfortable and stiff, and I know I'll have a hell of a time trying to peel myself upright, but it doesn't change the fact that I love having him in my mouth. I love being told what to do like this, and to have the promise of a threat lingering in the air.
I just want to be ravaged, taken in the dark. I just want to be loved, and if not loved, then lusted after until everything turns to cinders. I have a void to be filled, and although this doesn't block the space that exists completely, it does bloat me up enough to anticipate having more, experiencing more.
How decadent this all is. Guess I really am like a filthy whore after all, and I love it. There's a power in taking that, in knowing how people might look at you, but not really caring. It's a rebellion in a way. To own that badge of shame until it becomes for you a badge of honor.
Cael soon stops allowing me to swirl my tongue around his dick, probably because he's close to coming. With a gasp, he orders Alaric to take me from behind, doggy style. I have to shift again as my knees are cramping slightly, and Alaric drops behind as well. His strong hands grip my ass cheeks as he positions himself. His dick touches against my wetness, and it slides in with little resistance. I open up and swallow him whole like this. I whimper and moan as he moves against me, causing my breasts to swing with the motion. Cael watches with a devilish grin upon his face, occasionally uttering words of encouragement, to keep us going.
“You like being fucked like this, don't you?” Cael smirks, before he folds his arms. “Wonder how you'll like being fucked in two holes.”
Alaric continues to pound within me, even as I gape at Cael. The feeling is so sweet inside me. I just want Alaric to keep going until I come with a scream.
But Cael clearly seems caught up by his new idea. “Up,” he orders us both. “Now. On the bed. Go on.”
He strides over to the bed as well, lying down upon it, beckoning to us with his palms. “You ever had something up your ass before, little princess?”
I gulp and shake my head, even as Alaric pulls out of me and hastens towards the bed. When he does, I feel cold, unsatisfied, waiting for something to push back inside me again and fill that gap.
“Well.” Cael reaches over for his bottle of lubricant. He always seems to have one nearby. Either he masturbates a lot, or he anticipates moments like this happening. “That's about to change.”
He grins as I move over to his bedside, where Alaric hovers anxiously. He passes the lubricant to Alaric. “You know what to do.” Then he glances at me. “I want you to go on the bed and straddle me. Don't touch. Just straddle, with your legs nice and wide whilst Alaric prepares you.”
Prepares me? What a deliciously arousing image that invokes inside me. I do as he asks, bracing myself above his body without touching as much as possible. I can't really do it perfectly, since my thighs are kind of meaty, so they hug at his waist. He doesn't seem to complain though, just fixates upon my breasts as they dangle in front of him.
He licks his lips, mesmerized by their swaying. I blink as I feel Alaric's fingertips against my ass. It's not something I've considered before. At least, not strongly enough to ask for anal before I've been deep in a relationship and my partner suggests it to me. It kind of makes me uncomfortable on a level, the idea of it. But I am willing to go through with it anyway, because that deep, dark part of me wants anything to happen. It wants to be degraded, to be forced, to do all the things that other people desire of me.
I want to forget essentially that I matter, and be that pawn, even if in reality, I want control.
And maybe one day I'll take control of these two shifters, and my life. Right now, I don't have it. Right now, I'm going with the flow.
Alaric places cold lubricant against my ass. Cael starts running his hands over my front, and I'm tempted to lower myself down onto his dick, even if it means disobeying him.
I stay put, though, and resist enough so that I can focus on the sensation of what Alaric's doing to me. When he slips a finger inside my ass, I let out a gasp, and clench slightly. He's not rough as he does this. He's just trying to get me used to the sensation. Though I'm not sure if I ever could become used to something like that. I have to stop myself pulling away, and let him do this, let him burrow deeper. He's stretching me out, and now inserts two fingers inside. Oh God.
I'm being prepared for double penetration. And it's igniting a fever within me. My heart gallops along at an impossible pace, and it's hard to string all my thoughts together into something coherent when my body screams to be fucked.
“Three fingers,” Cael orders, and I grit my teeth. Alaric increases the number of fingers, moving them back and forth. “She has to be ready for me.”
It's not a pleasant feeling at first, since I've never experienced it. I soon get used to it, however, and let out whimpers as Alaric delves, widening my hole.
I squirm in pleasure. Cael massages my breasts, his palms rough and sturdy against my skin. He's doing a good job of sending my body crazy, because I spread my legs wider, dip lower to his dick.
“Uh uh uh,” he says, helping to shift me back up. “Not yet, my greedy little princess.”
I let out a moan of frustration, even as Alaric somehow manages to brush against my g-spot in there. Wow. I didn't even think that was possible. My legs tremble.
“She's ready. Out of her, Alaric. Get ready to stick it in. And I'll be ready with mine.”
Yeah. Not exactly romantic words, but this is hardly a romantic setting.
Cael helps turn me over so I'm now straddling him from the other way, what I presume is the reverse cowgirl in some settings. And his dick now probes against my ass. He carefully eases himself inside me, though he does it a small amount at a time, until he's all the way inside.
And wow. What a bizarre but arousing sensation. He's so deep and big. I worry that it might hurt, but I also notice he's pushing right up into my g-spot. I have to use my strength to brace myself, which is fine, because I'm not exactly a weakling. I'm just like a child compared to the shifters. I really should get back to my martial arts routine at some point.
Just not right now.
Alaric positions himself to push his dick inside my core, so I'm now being stretched from two holes. Alaric's the one that starts thrusting at Cael's orders. Cael mostly keeps still, helping to brace me against him.
And holy shit. When Cael does small thrusts, I can actually feel their dicks sort of push into one another, separated by my walls. What an odd sensation.
What a wonderful sensation. Within moments I'm mewling and begging for more, and Alaric increases his thrusting inside me. Oh God. I want to be fucked like this forever, and dissolve into nothing when I hit my orgasm. I want nothing else but this intense, sweet pleasure.
Cael
grunts as he thrusts in me too, though less vigorously than Alaric. It's probably hard for him to do so at this angle, but easy for Alaric, who can penetrate me deep.
I'm shuddering, with my thighs tensing, my stomach coiling. Cael comes first inside me, and he does it with two sharp thrusts and a groan, gripping me so tightly that I'm sure I'll have bruises on my hips tomorrow.
I come second, unable to endure the double stimulus before the orgasm rages through me, attacking every nerve ending, and leaving me incapable of thought. Of breathing.
Alaric thrusts inside me for a moment longer, which intensifies my own orgasm, prolonging it to the point where I'm convinced that if I died now, it would be the best death ever.
When he comes, I'm still sandwiched between the shifters. Both extract themselves from me, and I roll to the side, utterly spent, throbbing from both holes, but in that ache of fulfilment. It's hard to explain. My thoughts and emotions drift, and I have a faint smile upon my lips.
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