Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
I shiver at the thought. Those fangs are delicious. They carry me somewhere else as much as their cocks do. When my men feed, I’m pierced by sweetness and a deep, bonding intimacy.
“It is beautiful,” Lach says. “But she’s so small. Do you think she can take a cock?”
“I’ve played around. I’ve stretched her, but Julian told us the discomfort can be replaced by our pleasure.”
They will share it with me, the feel of breaching my tight asshole. They’ll send out just how good it feels.
“Yes, love,” Shim says, obviously picking up on my thoughts. I’ll have to learn how to not think so loud around my husbands. “We’ll share the feeling.”
Lach growls as his fingertips trace the line of my spine. “We’ll let you know how hot your ass is and how tightly your muscles clench down on our cocks. Gods, Bron. It’s so intimate. I remember the consort’s face as she first took a cock.”
“She whimpered and cried a bit as her lover forced his dick in. He had to be careful, so careful. He had to seduce her ass, an inch here and a little more there until finally it opened to its master and swallowed him whole.” Shim’s fingers rim my hole, and sure enough a whimper is forced from my throat.
I want to protest. I’m not sure this is a thing that can work. I’m small and their cocks are so large. I only took Shim’s fingers, and only for a night or two. I’m not even sure I like the sensation, but their desire is overwhelming.
“Did the consort like it?” I ask, my voice coming out on a squeak as I feel Shim dribble oil on my asshole. I was told the vampires always carry a small bottle of what they call lubricant. Vampires, it seems to me, are a deeply perverted people if part of their preparations for daily life are to always be ready should the chance to fuck an asshole arise.
Shim works the oil in, over and around, massaging my most intimate place. I feel my asshole quiver as though it means to fight and keep the invader out.
Lach’s hand traces up my spine and settles on my neck, a possessive gesture. “The consort submitted and took her master’s cock. She was beautiful and she was rewarded with a long orgasm and a deeper bond. But I worry that isn’t what you want.”
“I do want to be closer.” It isn’t a lie. And I definitely want them to know me better.
He strokes my hair as Shim works my ass. “I’m not stupid. I might be the warrior half, but my brain functions, too. You’re going to bond. You’re going to show us what you need and then you expect that we will be so overwhelmed by love for you that we’ll let you fight, but I think it will work the opposite way. We’ll be so madly in love we’ll protect you more and that will make you hate us.”
A simple truth comes to me. I’m not ready to say the words yet. I’m not there. I love in my dreams, but reality smacks me straight in the gut. Reality is so much harder, and they had a lifetime to come to terms. But I know one thing for absolute certain. “I can never hate you.”
“I pray to Danu that is true.” He leans over and kisses me, a soft brushing of lips against lips. “Because it would kill my soul, and I don’t have any power over that.”
Shim’s fingers forage deep and I groan.
A sexy smile comes over Lach’s lips. “What’s he doing to you?”
“He’s tearing me up.” But it also feels good. I’m not sure how many fingers Shim has deep in my backside, but they burn and stretch and make my nerves come alive.
“It only feels like that, love,” Shim says, his fingers slipping out of me. “She’s doing beautifully. She’s stretched wide and waiting for a cock. But don’t let her come until I get inside.” He walks down toward the river.
I feel my eyes widen. Both? Now? But I don’t have time to protest. Lach lifts me up. I’m not sure when he shed his clothes, but his body is bare, his cock standing straight up against his washboard belly. He lifts me as though I weigh nothing at all and places me over his cock.
“Take it, Bron. Take my cock. Fuck it, Princess. Ride me.”
I reach down and hold him in my hand, pulling him into position and lining him up to my ripe pussy. I’m so wet, but I still feel impaled as I begin to slide onto Lach’s monster cock. He fills me up. I have to control it, slipping down inch by glorious inch.
Lach grips my hips. “Damn, woman. You’re killing me. So fucking tight. So good.”