Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Yes, Little one. If you’re ready.” Kafran kisses my shoulder.
“I’m ready.”
Skarg scoops me off the floor and rushes to deposit me on the bed with a bounce. It makes me laugh because that’s the same thing Kafran did at Ekert’s house when I made the decision to get my nipples pierced.
“On your knees, Baby girl,” Skarg demands. “We want to look at you.”
I spin around and rise onto my knees, exposing myself to their gazes. It’s surreal. I’ve spent most of my life envisioning a night when I would be forced to give my virginity to a pig of a man who didn’t deserve it and would have been cruel to me. Dick wouldn’t have done a single thing to make it nice for me. I would have gone years if not my entire life without knowing what it would feel like to orgasm or be truly loved.
In a twist of fate, I happened to be only a few blocks from Club Zoom when I jumped out of my matrimonial limo at a red light and took off running. Was I always meant to do exactly that? Skarg and Kafran seem to think so.
Now I have two men instead of one asshole. Both of them are looking at me as though I hang all the moons in the universe while they remove their pants, exposing their huge erections. I know why they made me wear that thick plug all day. They only took it out when they removed my diaper a few minutes ago. I’m suddenly grateful for the way it stretched my bottom because one of the two shafts in front of me is going into my tight rear hole in a few minutes.
“We’ve never talked about birth control,” I say, grateful to have the one brain cell working. “Do you have condoms?”
Skarg shakes his head. “We don’t need any form of protection, Baby girl. We don’t carry any diseases, and our species aren’t compatible enough for us to impregnate you.”
I stare at them for a few seconds, trying to process what he just said. “Really?”
Kafran nods. “Human females cannot get pregnant from our species.”
Suddenly I realize I’ve never seen a baby or a child since I’ve been here. Relief overwhelms me to the extent that I shudder. I’ve never voiced my concerns about having babies, but I’ve thought about what their expectations might be several times. I have no interest in being a mom. I never have. I was meant to be a human incubator for Fredrick’s babies, and the thought always made me queasy. Now I’m finding out neither of my men has plans to get me pregnant. It’s not even possible.
“Are you okay, Little one?” Kafran asks as he steps closer.
I smile. “More than okay. Are you two going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to make me yours?”
Skarg chuckles as he sets a knee on the bed and climbs up. “Hands and knees, Baby girl. I’m going to lie on my back, and you’re going to straddle my waist.”
I watch as he reclines, and I giggle as I try to plant my knees on either side of his hips. My legs aren’t long enough.
Kafran lifts my knees one at a time and puts pillows under them, elevating me a bit and making me laugh.
“Next time you insinuate any part of you is big, I’ll spank you so hard you won’t remember your name,” he teases. At least I think he’s joking. Maybe not…
Skarg grips my hips. “Nestle your pussy against my shaft, Baby girl.” He lifts me a few inches to align himself up with where he wants me and lowers me so that his shaft rubs between my folds. It’s so erotic that I’m already panting.
“Good girl,” he continues, “Now, put your hands on my chest. I want to see those pretty stones swaying.”
I glance down at my boobs hanging heavily over him. The stones drag against his chest.
Skarg moans as he slides his hands up to cup my breasts. “Fuck, that’s sexy.” He lifts one and brings the nipple to his lips.
Apparently the numbness has worn off. I’m not feeling any pain, though. All I feel is pleasure, and it’s at a new level. Now I understand what happens when my Papis get their saliva in me through the piercings. A rush of need so strong consumes me, nearly making me come.
I press my pussy down over Skarg’s erection, and that’s all it takes for me to tip over the edge. I cry out as pleasure washes through me. So much pleasure that my vision blurs, and I find myself grinding against Papi’s cock, wanting more, craving it more than oxygen.
When Skarg switches to my other nipple, I come again, shuddering violently, my arms shaking. I don’t have to hold myself upright, though. Kafran has a grip on my torso.