Page 78 of Madness

My body trembles between them, my vision blurring as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Desmond and Dusty move in unison, their moves synchronised, and I swear I black out for a moment as my body becomes so overwhelmed.

“Oh god,” I whimper, “I’m going to come.”

Desmond’s hand finds my clit again, his fingers working furiously as Dusty’s lips capture mine in a bruising kiss.

The pressure builds and builds, and then I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me with such force that I think I might pass out.

“That’s it, Red,” Dusty growls, “Come for us. Such a perfect little slut, taking me and my brother’s cocksso well.”

I shatter, my body convulsing around their cocks as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Desmond and Dusty follow, their groans mingling with mine as they come inside me, filling me.

For a moment, we lay here, panting, our bodies slick with swear, and any traces of the nightmares that brought me to this room dissipated.

Desmond pulls out, collapsing against the mattress while Dusty remains inside of me, his cock softening but making no move to pull out.

“Well,” Dusty says finally, breaking the silence, “That was… unexpected.”

Desmond chuckles, plastering his front to my back, “Yes, but very much welcome.”

I smile in response, my body still humming with pleasure, “Definitely not unwelcome. Though I do apologise if I woke you up when I came in here.”

“Don’t apologise. I’ve dreamt of this for weeks now,” Dusty says, kissing me again, this time more slowly, savouring the moment.

His soft cock twitches inside of me, and I moan in response.

“Come on, brother. Let’s get our girl cleaned up,” Desmond says, scooting off the bed and extracting me from his brother’s arms.

The shower steam fills the room, and Desmond and Dusty both stand next to it, the sound of the water cascading down echoing in the tiled room.

They pull me into the stream, and my eyes close involuntarily, the warm water soothing my still-trembling body.

“Red,” Dusty starts, his voice now gentle as he reaches out to me, “Let us take care of you.”

I nod, no longer having the energy to stand up, and my eyes flutter open, meeting their matching ones, “Thank you.”

Desmond carefully pours a dollop of shampoo into his hand, rubbing it into a lather before gently applying it to my red locks. “You did so good, Cridhe.”

Dusty picks up a washcloth from the side, dipping it into the warm water, then rubbing over my sensitive skin, “You were amazing.”

I close my eyes again, letting the feeling of them both looking after me settle into my soul.

As the water washes away the suds, I feel better and more refreshed, and the delicious ache between my legs makes me feel alive.

There’s a bang outside of the door, and the sounds from Wonderland filter in… a reminder as to where we are. The echoes of hysterical laughter and chatter from the other patients bring me back to reality, and I hate it, knowing I don’t belong here – that I never did.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Outside, outside, outside!” Hare shouts, his hand clutched tightly in mine.

The cool evening air brushes against my face, and I breathe the crisp air into my lungs as Hare runs towards Red and the others who all sit beneath my tree.

I smile in response, no longer craving solitude while I’m out here.

My eyes instinctively begin to search for Thatcher, hoping he’ll still come out to see me, even with the othersnearby.

As I get closer to them, I see a flash of white through the thorned bushes behind the tree, and my heart sinks.

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