Finally Deep came back but the object he held in his hand didn’t do a thing to assuage Kat’s fears. “My God!” she said, sitting up and crossing her legs protectively. “What the hell do you think you’re going to do with that?”
“I’m going to fuck you with it, little Kat,” Deep growled, getting on the bed with her and Lock. Kat noticed that he left his shirt as well as his pants on, though Lock had removed his own dress shirt and was bare-chested.
“I don’t think so,” she said, eyeing the long, extremely thick, carved wooden phallus he held in one hand. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but I can tell you right now there is no way in hell that is going to fit inside me.”
“This is only a little smaller in circumference than our shafts put together,” Deep assured her, his black eyes blazing. “Which is why I bought it specifically for you this morning, after we found out how much bonding fruit you’d eaten.”
“Leaving aside the question of what will and won’t, uh, fit…” Kat cleared her throat. “Isn’t it kind of strange for you two to have your, you know—equipment—touching like that? I mean, most straight guys that I know wouldn’t like it at all.”
“Touching my brother is like touching myself,” Lock said, answering for both of them. “We have sexual feelings only for the woman between us—for you, my lady.”
“That’s really nice but—”
“You’re stalling, Kat.” Deep sat on the bed beside her and handed her the phallus. “Here—take it in your hand, look at it, touch it. Get used to it. Because I promise you, before the night is out, it’s going deep in your pussy.”
“I…I don’t…” Kat shrank away from it but Deep took her hand and wrapped her fingers firmly around the wooden shaft. It felt smooth and hard and cool in her palm and Kat couldn’t help looking at it with equal parts fascination and dismay. “I’m telling you,” she said, looking up at both of them. “It’s not going to fit.”
“Oh but it will, little Kat. I promise you, it will,” Deep assured her. He moved up to the head of the bed. “Let’s talk a little while first,” he murmured in her ear. “Here, sit with me.” He coaxed her into position between his thighs but Kat found it hard to relax at first. With his hard chest against her back and his legs on either side of hers, she felt completely surrounded by him—possessed in a way that was both frightening and compelling.
“Relax,” Deep urged, stroking her hair with surprising gentleness. “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. You can feel safe with me.”
“All…all right.” Kat wasn’t sure she would ever feel safe with him, but she did manage to lean back against him and let some of her tension leak away.
“That’s very good.” Deep’s breath was warm against her ear. “We’ll let Lock do the actual penetration and fucking if that makes you feel better. I know you feel safer with him in charge.”
Kat couldn’t deny that his words were true so she didn’t try. She just bit her lip and tried to loosen up as Lock kissed her cheek and the side of her neck. “Slowly, my lady. Gently,” he murmured as he slid down her body.
“Do you want Lock to lick your pussy, little Kat?” Deep asked softly. “He can if you think it would help get you ready.”
“It would be my very great pleasure,” Lock said, looking up at her. “I love tasting you, my lady.”
“No…no thank you.” Kat shook her head. “I’m just so sensitive right now. I think it might make things worse.”
“What things?” Deep asked, one large hand sliding over her bare shoulder. “What are you feeling right now, Kat? What do you need?”
Kat bit her lip but she knew there was no use trying to avoid the question. “I need…I need to be filled,” she said in a low voice. “It’s like an ache inside me—an emptiness I can’t help or control.”
“Your body is crying out for ours,” Deep told her. “To really be fulfilled, you need both of our cocks buried to the hilt in your pussy—need to have both of us fucking you and coming in you, filling you with our seed.”
Kat stiffened against him. “I told you, we are not going there.”
“Not tonight,” Deep assured her. He was caressing both her shoulders now, his large, warm hands moving up and down her bare arms in a soothing massage. “I’m just telling you what your body needs—not what it’s actually going to get. Even one of us inside you would be better than a carved piece of wood, but I take it you’re not prepared to go there either?”