Page 19 of Rescued By Her Monster Mercenaries

Olivia

It was so embarrassing to be spanked like a child. What was worse is how wet I got, like I enjoyed it. And Jarrus knew it. He fingered me expertly to a blistering climax within moments of the painful spanking. I couldn’t even hide my reaction. Damn him.

He flipped me over until I straddled his lap, his cock brushing my sensitive pussy, and he cuddled me. His broad hands stroked my back, soothing me. His hands were so broad that one hand spanned the width of my back, but instead of making me afraid, I felt safe, coddled, despite the spanking. I squirmed on his lap, needing more. My core clenched, wanting his cock inside of me, though I could feel its girth and knew it was considerable, maybe more than I could handle.

He chuckled again. “You’re a needy little mate. We’re lucky males. On your back, little one. We’ll give you what you need.”

Eagerly, I clambered off of him and on my back, spreading my legs shamelessly. I reached down to play with my clit, throbbing for attention, but he slapped my hand away. “We own your orgasms, mate. Don’t worry. We’ll keep you satisfied. Hands above your head or you’ll get none.”

I thrust my hands above my head, not willing to test him on this. My breasts arched, my tight nipples pointing to the sky. His eyes darkened as he took in my spread body, but he held himself in check. He pulled out the damned training device and laid it on the furs next to us. “We don’t want to hurt you. You need to be stretched. Just a little more.”

He leaned down and curled that wicked tongue around a nipple, tugging and twisting. I shouted at the sensation, electricity coursing through me, straight to my core that pulsed and clenched around nothing, desperate to feel something, anything inside of it.

He plumped the mound around my nipple as he teased it. “I can’t wait until you’re with our babe. These ripe and full of milk. So sweet and large. You won’t keep us off of you then.”

I don’t know why I found that so hot, but I did. I arched into him, wordlessly begging for more. He sucked more of my breast into his mouth, taking half of it inside, and I moaned. His other hand reached between my thighs and stroked through the wetness that had gathered there, teasing around the sensitive nub that begged for his touch.

He swirled through the folds then inserted a finger into me and another, stretching me. Then a third finger joined the other, the stretch almost painful. And I knew it wasn’t even close to the size of their cocks. But I wanted it, desperately. I wanted to feel them, more than anything else. I arched into him, especially as he went deeper, the feel intense. His fingers brushed a spot that sent sparks through me, and my thighs shook. Suddenly, a pressure bore down on me and a gush of wetness flowed out of me with a powerful orgasm, stars dancing behind my eyes.

I screamed, my back arching and my thighs snapping shut around his arm. He continued to stroke deep inside, dragging out the sensations until I finally sagged. When I came to, he was licking his fingers and eying me with a wicked glint in his eye. “You’re a squirter. We are lucky mates.”

He spread my legs, wedging his shoulders between them. Lifting the training device, he ran it through my folds, easily inserting it in me, the pressure much less than this morning. He pumped it a few times until he found that perfect spot that made my leg dance, then winked at me. He licked me, his tongue flicked my clit as I jerked.

“Too sensitive. Not yet,” I gasped.

He chuckled against me and moved the stone dildo inside of me, hitting all of my pleasure spots, making me gasp again. His tongue flicked my clit, his eyes sparkling. “Delicious. You would deny me this, mate?”

And he settled in to torture me in earnest, his tongue thoroughly exploring me as I gasped and twisted, trying to evade him, then get closer to his talented tongue as my need rose. No one had ever been this good at eating me out before, well, except for Kharag just that morning. Fuck, they were good at oral.

I arched my back, my hips pushing into Jarrus’s face. I reached for Jarrus’s head to pull him closer, but my hands were grasped and pulled back above my head. I paused, my eyes opening in shock, meeting Kharag’s amused, upside down gaze.

Jarrus paused his action and smirked at Kharag. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

“I don’t mind,” Kharag said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on my spread thighs. “Is she ready?”

“Just about,” Jarrus replied. “We had a little bump in the road, but she softened nicely after her punishment.”

Kharag’s gaze darkened even more, the black of his pupils overtaking the rest of his eyes. “Punishment?” He twisted my nipple, and I squealed, twisting away from his wicked fingers. “How did she take to it?”

“Beautifully.”

He grinned. “Good to know.”

“I’m right here,” I said, pouting at being ignored, especially since my orgasm had been rudely interrupted and I was on edge.

Kharag lightly twisted a nipple, and I gasped, lightning streaking through me. “We’re well aware of you, mate. Now, behave, or you’ll get another spanking.”

I certainly didn’t want that, so I settled with a disgruntled expression, which must have been obvious since Jarrus snorted. “Maybe we should switch places.”

Kharag narrowed his gaze and nodded. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and handed me to Jarrus, who settled me against his chest, legs sprawled on the outside of his massive thighs. Kharag quickly stripped his clothes while Jarrus played with that damned dildo, the sound of my wetness loud in the clearing. Just that quickly, my orgasm, that had faded, rose again, and I begged for relief.

Kharag knelt between my spread legs, his dark green cock jutting out from between his legs, leaking pre-cum like a faucet. He took the dildo from Jarrus and nodded, making a hum of satisfaction.

“She’s taken to training nicely. At least for an orc,” he mused, while stroking through my soaking wet folds.

Jarrus grunted. “She’ll have to work a little for me but she can handle it. With care.”

He tossed the training device aside and fisted his cock. I eyed it with trepidation. He was much larger than anything I had taken before, almost the size of my forearm, and I definitely had concerns. As if reading my expression, Kharag gave me a smile.

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