Page 52 of Fragmented Illusions
“Do you want both of us?” Silent asks this time, and my breath hitches at the feel of his lips skating across the back of my neck. I shiver as gooseflesh breaks out over every inch of my body, and the throb between my legs grows painful.
“Please.” This time I’m the one who whimpers, and I wish I could feel ashamed of my unabashed desperation, but I can’t help it. Ineeda release like I need my next breath.
“Spread those legs and open yourself up for me, pretty girl.” Creepy kisses up my thighs and I automatically squeeze my legs together at the foreign sensation but he’s quick to spread them again, even further than before.
His fingertips dig into my skin as he holds me open. “I said open up for me,” he growls, and my face heats at what he wants me to do. But because none of us can see a fucking thing, I snake my hand down my cum covered stomach, and bring my fingers to my outer lips. I scissor my fingers and spread myself apart, leaving a trail of Creepy’s cum all over me.
I feel his face press against my inner thighs and my legs shake with anticipation. His tongue darts out quick and swipes up my center, wet and hot.
“Ohhh,” I sigh, and my body turns to mush as Creepy continues to lap at me. He flicks his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth. He then latches his teeth around it and bites down enough to make me cry out and for my legs to buckle.
Silent’s arms tighten around me, holding me up without any struggle as Creepy licks my soul from my body. I mumble incoherently as he licks every inch of me before shoving his tongue inside of me then going back to sucking my clit back into his mouth.
“She’s nice and ready for you, brother,” Creepy mumbles against my flesh and I shiver and the puffs of air hitting my oversensitive skin. I don’t know what he means by that, but I can’t really think straight anyway.
A trickle of sweat crawls down my temple as my body writhes in Silent’s arms. He holds me steady with seemingly no exertion on his part and it makes me giddy to think he can hold me up without any problems, though with the way his muscled arms feel around me, he wouldn’t have a problem either way.
That’s because he drags bodies through the woods.
His right arm uncurls from my midsection and disappears behind me. I wonder for a split second what he’s doing, until in the very next, I feel his gloved finger running down my ass and along my slit, slick with my arousal. Without any warning, he presses his finger into me once more and the feeling of the leather inside of me is still a foreign one, though not unpleasant.
He curls his finger, pressing against my wall and I cry out as Creepy sinks his teeth into my clit at the same time.
These brothers work my body simultaneously, almost as if they each know what the other is going to do and when, sending my body sailing right off a fucking cliff with no end in sight. I can’t control the twitching in my legs so Creepy hitches my legs up onto his shoulders while Silent holds me in up.
My body feels weightless as they both take my pleasure, forcing it from me for their own enjoyment. Whenever my legs begin to shake and my core tightens desperately, they pull back for a few seconds—just enough for the fire to retreat—and then they are both back to assaulting my body. Using me. Consuming me.
Tears fall freely from my eyes as they take everything from me. “Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse from crying. “Please.”
“You beg so prettily,” Silent murmurs as he scissors his two fingers inside of me, opening me wider for his brother to shove his tongue inside next to his fingers. I have never felt so full in my life.
The fire is back, licking through my veins so fast, I have absolutely no warning before I explode. A scream rips through my throat so loud, my voice cracks and turns silent, though my mouth stays agape as I detonate.
Wet warmth gushes from between my legs as my core pulses over and over, sucking the fingers deeper inside of me. I feel Creepy’s tongue at my clit, circling me leisurely as my body slowly grows limp in Silent’s arms.
I can feel my release coating my thighs and trailing down my legs as I’m slowly brought to the floor. Silent pulls me against his chest as he wraps his hands around my stomach. Creepy’s cum has now dried mostly, but Silent doesn’t seem to care.
Creepy lifts my legs, which feel as if they weigh a ton, and sets them in his lap, which is somehow now clothed again, as he runs his thumb back and forth across my ankle.
I keep my eyes closed as the biggest sense of gratification washes over me.
I feel content, sated even, in their arms and I can’t bring myself to care about their issues.
Their issues…
I grit my teeth but push the voice back, to the deepest recesses of my mind. I’ll give myself a bit longer to enjoy this before my own mind destroys every bit of happiness I manage to find.
Much too soon I feel myself being lifted off of the floor and stood on my own two feet. I sway as my head spins from the rush of blood to my head and my arms automatically dart out to grab onto Creepy. He holds me steady as I regain my balance and let the dizziness pass.
The room is eerily quiet and suddenly filled with an unexplainable tension. Creepy pulls my leggings back up my legs and Silent fixes my bra before pulling my shirt back down at the same time. Within thirty seconds I’m fully clothed again, but not even close to feeling like myself. My brain refuses to work as I stand, staring blankly into the darkness.
“Time for you to go, pretty girl,” Creepy tells me, a hint of amusement to his tone. I swivel my head around at the sound of his voice, but of course I don’t see anything.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be seeing you again soon.” He chuckles and my heart squeezes. I don’t want to go. I want to drown in this feeling of contentment.
“I feel free. Wanted. I never want it to end.”
“It won’t—if we can trust you.” Silent’s tone is monotonous, but I can sense the desperation in it. Maybe.
