Mated to the Cyborgs(56)

I breathed in, reveled in her feminine scent.

I could delay no longer. With my hand right at the seam of her leg, I put my thumb on her outer lip and spread her open, offering up all her pink treasure.

Lowering my head, I licked her from that tight rosette of her ass, up past her weeping entrance and to her clit, taking it into my mouth.

She shifted again, the feel of my mouth making her stir. I had to shift my own hips, my cock trapped beneath me, hard and uncomfortable.

She’d been wet when I parted her thighs, but now, she was dripping, my chin coated. I lapped it up, but she made more and more.

Writhing now, she bumped into Tyran, who woke up, pushing up onto his hand. He blinked a few times, took in what was going on beside him, then grinned.

I didn’t lift my head, didn’t stop sucking one swollen fold into my mouth and then nibbling on it before switching to the other.

“She can’t come,” Tyran said. His voice was as hard as his cock, but he whispered. We both wanted to see how long she would remain asleep with my sweet assault on her pussy. He leaned down, grabbed something off the floor. His pants. Taking her hands, he took hold of her wrists, wrapped them up and tied them to the headboard. Her arms were over her head, her back arched.

We would release her if she panicked, but now she was ours.

Tyran was right, I might want to spend hours between her thighs, but she hadn’t earned the right to come yet. It was our job to give it to her. It was our job also to deny her until her body rocketed into orgasm, prolonging her pleasure, making her release so much more intense.

I looked up her body, over her soft belly, full breasts, to watch as her pale skin flushed a pretty pink, watched as her head moved from side to side, her lips parting. She tugged at the restraints and cried out her pleasure.

I knew what she liked, felt it through the collar, so I continued.

Her body stiffened when she came awake, her eyes flying open as she glanced first at the ceiling, then at Tyran, then lifted her head to look down at me.

She tugged at her wrists, glanced up to see how she was pinned.

I licked her again, distracting her.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, tugging at her wrists even as her emotions flooded me with lust. “Please, I need to come.”

Neither of us said anything. I continued to lick her, suck her, lave her as she writhed and begged. Each time I felt she was close, I eased up on my actions.

I felt her skin become slick with sweat, knew I was pushing her hard. We’d always relented and given her the pleasure she desired. Not this time. And my cock ached for it. My balls were full, filled with the seed I’d pump into her, mark her. Claim her. Soon.

Tyran had his cock in hand and he slowly stroked it watching her, but not touching. I knew it wasn’t easing his own need any, but he did it nonetheless.

“What’s the matter, Kristin?”

Her back arched and tears of frustration formed in the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t sad, she wasn’t hurt. No, she was needy and it only made me crazed. We were paying for this just as much as she.

“You’re not letting me come,” she whimpered.

“No, we’re not.”

“Why?” she cried, tugging at her bonds.

“This feeling you have right now? It’s what we felt when we saw you jump down from that ledge into the middle of that cavern. We felt helpless, out of control, powerless.”

“I had to save you!”

“Others could have done it,” Tyran countered.

“I had to do it. You’re mine,” she vowed fiercely.

“Yes, we belong to you. But you will feel our lack of control.”

“Fuck you,” she added and I felt a flare of anger through the collar, but also her desire. She didn’t want Tyran to untie her. She didn’t want me to stop tasting her sweet pussy. She wanted more.

Tyran shook his head as he stroked up his cock, swiped his thumb through the pre-cum that oozed from the tip. He lifted it to her mouth, pressed against her lower lip.

“Open,” he said and he pushed his thumb into her mouth.

Instantly, she licked and sucked on it as if it were a cock.

I couldn’t help but groan against her dripping folds.

He pulled his thumb free and she was eager for more, eager for a cock. But she would be denied, at our expense.

“We are your mates. Who do you belong to?”

I sucked on her clit, pushed her to the brink, then lifted my mouth off her entirely.

“You!”

“And who do I belong to?”

Her head turned to look at Tyran, but she said nothing.

“Feel the truth, mate. What does the collar make you feel about that answer?”

“You’re mine.” She groaned but lifted her head to look down her body at me. “You’re mine, too.”