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“Another step, Dani.” I motion with my hand.
She holds tightly to Edmund and takes a second tentative step forward.
“You’re doing great.” Edmund leans over to kiss her cheek. “Pretty soon, you’ll beg for the plug in your ass...or for one of our dicks there instead.”
She doesn’t argue, but the expression on her face says plainly that she disagrees.
He stops near the bed, so she stops, as well. “Bend over, princess. I’m going to fuck you from behind. Your pussy is going to feel so full with that plug back there, fighting with my cock for space.”
I sit on the edge of the bed close to them to watch. Edmund takes his cock out and puts on a condom.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” Dani shakes her head.
“We aren’t going to do anything to hurt you—not in a way you won’t like, anyway.” I take her hand and encourage her to bend toward me. “What color are we?”
“Um.” She tilts her head, considering. “Green, now. It was yellow a second ago, but I feel better.”
I lean over and press a kiss to her lips, soft at first, but then longer, more commanding. Getting someone like Dani to relinquish all control is a big ask. I’m surprised we’ve gotten this far, now that I think about it. She moans into my kiss, falling into the moment.
When I pull away, Edmund takes his turn with her mouth, kissing her until he has her whimpering just like she was with me.
This is exactly what we need after that shitty meeting with the Vorsong Circle. Dani doesn’t know it, but she’s healing us, bringing the three of us together, and calming Edmund and me.
Calming us. Claiming us. Does she know we belong to her?
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Danica
Edmund nudges me forward until I’m bent over with my head next to Troy’s lap. The pressure in my ass is intense, but not in a bad way. They know what they’re talking about—I need to trust them.
They’re my daddies. My face flames in embarrassment. It’s kinky, it’s strange. I never thought I’d call someone “Daddy,” but here I am saying it to two men at the same time.
They want to take care of me. They keep saying it, and I’ve even seen it in how they treat me.
Why is it so hard to believe them?
Edmund rubs my ass, squeezing me and making the plug move. “Ask Daddy Troy if you can suck his cock.”
I tilt my head—the angle is awkward—so I can look up at Troy. “Daddy, can I suck your cock?”
“Yes, baby girl.” He unfastens his pants and pulls out his length.
I wet my lips, preparing for the stretch.
His dark eyes grow darker with lust.
Edmund’s tip nudges against my pussy. I don’t know how he’s going to fit in there. I already feel way too full.
“Relax, angel.” Edmund’s voice is gravelly and low. “You can do this, I know you can.”
“If it helps, you can focus on sucking my dick.” Troy sounds playful, and his mouth curves up at one corner.
I stick out my tongue to taste him, and his cock twitches. His hands clench into fists on his thighs. He’s holding back.
Not for long.
I open wide and take as much of him as I can, holding his base with my fingers. The solid weight of him is like candy to my tongue.
