Page 82 of Cold-Blooded Creatures
“I could eat you all day and never have enough.” His devilish tongue plunged into my pussy and twirled inside. “I cannot wait to fuck you.” Replacing it with his fingers, he curled them inside, rubbing the spot that made my muscles quake. “I want to feel you clench around my cock like your life depends on it.”
His tongue descended back on my clit right as something harshly pinched my nipples through my t-shirt and tore a cry from me. The sharp sting rocked through my body and the world blurred from the onslaught of pure sensation.
The chill from the metal table brought me back to the surface as I gasped through the lack of oxygen due to my shallow breaths.
“Again.” Zion tweaked my nipples firmer, twisting them. “Come for us again.”
Gedeon continued his assault on my clit, his fingers digging into my thigh with bruising brutality to keep me in place as I squirmed to get away from the intense sensations.
Humming, he sucked on my clit, and I fell into the abyss. A mist clouded my vision, and hope simmered that it would drown me quickly and I wouldn’t have to suffer their maddening touches anymore, or feel the cuffs dig into my wrists as I squirmed and hear the rattle of chains pushing me over the edge.
“Enough. Please,enough.” I panted as everything spun around me, but two low chuckles told me this wasn’t the end.
When the world came into focus enough to glare at Gedeon, he motioned with his head at Zion. “Look at him.”
Zion unzipped and lowered his pants below his hips, stroking himself above the wheezing guard on the cement floor. A prominent vein ran along his length, and my tongue darted out, eager to explore, to know if its texture was different compared to the rest of him, firmer or softer, stiff or pulsing.
I clamped my mouth shut.
“Pretty birdie.” His pumps quickened as he squeezed himself harder, his movements losing control, and he came with my name on his lips. Spurts of Zion’s cum spilled on top of the guard at his feet, mixing with his blood and running down the side of his half-flayed stomach.
That opened the well of…something inside me. Witnessing Zion unleash his depravity, savage and untamed, cracked my shield of Ilasall-installed morality. His perversion slithered into my pores, rewired my nervous system, and…freed me.
Gedeon’s palm low on my pelvis pressed me to the table while his fingers stroked inside me. A bite landed on my clit, soothed by quick flicks over it, and I choked on air as the world blackened.
My back arching, I opened my mouth, half-screaming, half-gasping. Pleasure drowned me in waves so high and strong I floated, lost in the sea of them.
Far away, Zion unchained me and helped me to sit up. Blink by blink, I returned to Gedeon laying soft kisses on my forehead. “Four, five, six.”
“What are you counting?” I jumped off in search of my discarded underwear and shorts. Being dressed only in a bloody t-shirt and without any bottoms after your pussy had been abused and was currently dripping with your arousal and cum felt…dangerous. Zion was watching me in that way of nothing-good-to-come, and I needed some armor.
Gedeon leaned against the table, clutching its edge. “Six stitches in your palm, six orgasms. Consider my debt repaid.”
My jaw dropped. My right leg tangled in my cotton shorts, and I almost fell on my ass while tugging them up my thighs and hips.
He’d made me come multiple times in a row, first in the bathtub, and then now, without asking for anything in return.All because I’d injured myself in defense after he’d kidnapped me. And Zion had just presented me with the gift of the guard I’d paid favors to for finishing my dinner that first night in the compound.
The dam holding my resolve to keep my distance broke and tears sprung out. I quickly wiped them away to hide my bafflement.
Gedeon cupped my face, concern lacing his voice. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” My eyes burned. Emotions had tangled into a ball of yarn with no end to unravel it, my feet snatched out from under me because of their…kindness. No, that wasn’t it. But whatever peculiarity it was, it stood for a third.
“That’s not nothing.” He pulled me close, leaving no wiggle room for me to slip away, and I choked on a sob. “You’ll get blood on her,” he reproached Zion.
Zion rubbed my shoulders. “She doesn’t care, do you?”
“No,” I mumbled, scrunching up Gedeon’s shirt, and my tears soaked the material. Was this how an embrace was supposed to feel? Comforting and safe. Not a thread of treachery twining around your ankles to trip you like in the city. “He’s already on me.” Revulsion churned my stomach from how the guard’s clotting blood had pasted my t-shirt to my back.
Both of them hiding me from reality in their sandwich overwhelmed my senses. No one had ever done anything nice for me. Only the polar opposite. I’d learned how to endure pain, but Gedeon and Zion taught me to crave it. Get off on it. They made feathers tickle my stomach, heat crawl in my abdomen, and my head spin. And not a single time did they request anything. At all.
Zion massaged my back, his knuckles prodding my rigid muscles. “Did you like your present?”
I sniffled. “I loved it. More than that.” Blinking away the unshed tears, I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Thank you.” The two words of appreciation couldn’t describe a tenth of what I felt due to his affection. Was he kind of unhinged and his presents were so too, first a knife and now a person to be tortured as I wished? Yes, but…hecared. About me. For me.
“So pretty.” He kissed the tip of my nose, and a tiny smile worked its way to the surface.
I swiftly erased it.
