A hand came down on my right ass cheek, the sound of it a loud crack in the room. It only made me clench down on the cock fucking me and pushed me even closer to release.
“No coming, mate.” His hot hand landed on my ass again, the sharp sound like a drug to my overloaded senses. “Not until I’m in your ass and we are claiming you together,” the man behind me said. “You’ll come harder. It will be so much better.”
I shook my head, lost. I didn’t want to wait. I needed him now.
He spanked me again. A gasp escaped my lips. It stung, but then quickly morphed into heat, bright and sharp in my mind. I grinned as my body shuddered, the effect of his touch perhaps the opposite of what he intended.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I said, licking my dry lips.
I heard the rough rumble of men’s laughter.
“Our naughty female.” The words were said with praise as the cock pressed harder against my back entrance, the coating of oil making it slide inside me smoothly, easily.
I expected to feel pain—didn’t a cock that big hurt?—but I didn’t. I only groaned at the silent pop as the head of his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle that had tried to keep him out.
Stuffed, filled, I’d never felt anything like this. I collapsed on top of my mate’s chest, content to let them take me, fuck me, love me. Nothing was going to keep these two from claiming me. I had no intention of stopping them. It felt so, so good.
They moved and I cried out, the feel of having two cocks moving inside me was too much for me to fight. I couldn’t hold back. I was so filled.
My orgasm built and my pussy fluttered with the beginning of a spasm, but the man behind me groaned and both of them stopped moving.
“No. Not yet. Not without permission.” Both of them remained still as my body came back from the edge and my awareness of the men, my body, the room slowly returned to me. I could hear their ragged breaths, feel the tightening of their grips on me, the slick slide of their cocks in me. I could feel everything and it was coalescing into this perfect, bright, hot ball that was going to burst.
“Please, please move. Please,” I begged, trying to shift my hips, rub my clit against the one beneath me. Anything.
“Not yet, mate.”
I was beyond all reason now. Every nerve ending in my body was awake, my skin tingling, my body so sensitive that I had to fight to remember words, to force my lips to form around the sounds so I could beg. “Please, I can’t wait.”
“Then we will say the words now.”
“Do something,” I whimpered. Tears slipped down my cheeks, the only release I was offered in this moment suspended between them, conquered. Owned.
“Do you accept my claim, mate?” The man beneath me spoke, his voice smooth and deep. Clear and even, considering we were fucking and his cock was hard as granite inside my pussy. “Do you give yourself to me and my second freely, or do you wish to choose another Primary Male?”
“Yes,” I cried, my breathing ragged as I adjusted to having two big cocks in me. I knew that wasn’t the word he wanted, what I was supposed to say, but my pussy spasmed again and I couldn’t say more. Couldn’t focus on talking.
“Say the words, mate, then we’ll move. We’ll fuck you just as you want.”
I licked my dry lips. If I wanted them to take me, give me what I needed, I had to focus, as least for a few seconds.
This was important. The claiming. Somehow, dream me knew this mattered. As in, forever, sacred vows. Thankfully, she knew what to say. “I accept your claim, warriors.”
My vow spoken, my mates growled, their control pushed to its limit. I realized then I wasn’t the only one barely hanging on.
“Then we claim you in the rite of naming. You belong to us and we shall kill any other warrior who dares to touch you.”
“May the gods witness and protect you.” A chorus of voices sounded around us.
We weren’t alone?
Oh, my god. And those voices? They were deep. Male. And there were a lot of them.
My inner walls clenched as I discovered we were being watched. I had one cock in my pussy and one in my ass, I was naked and begging, and we were being watched?
Part of me, the conservative, uptight, never-break-the-rules part of me was screaming in my head. But dream me didn’t care. It was too much. Another first for me—I’d never imagined exhibitionism to be hot—and I loved knowing others were watching, wanting, devouring our lust with their eyes, yet forbidden to touch.
If I’d known I was such a dirty girl, I’d have sought out two men who could give it to me before now.
A hand came down on my ass as both cocks pulled out, then slid deep, filling me completely together, their thrusts hard and fast as I cried out at the pleasure and pain of being taken so completely.