Page 20 of Rescued By Her Monster Mercenaries

“You’ll be fine, lass. It’ll work.”

Right. We’d see about that. But I only nodded. I didn’t relish another spanking for arguing, and I wanted to feel Kharag inside of me. I was desperate for it, tired of fingers, no matter how thick and flexible they were. Nothing compared to the hard cock that made my mouth water, just inches from my quivering pussy.

Kharag smirked at me, as if reading my mind. He fitted himself to my opening and pressed inside. I gasped at the pressure, the feeling of fullness. I opened my mouth but, before I could say anything, Jarrus turned my head to him and kissed me, his fingers toying with my nipples. The edge of pain sent electric shocks directly to my clit, and I clenched around the hard cock invading me.

Kharag grunted. “She likes that. A bit of pain. But she’s tight.”

“Rings will add to it,” Jarrus commented, then resumed kissing me.

The minotaur slid his hand down my stomach to stroke my clit, and my legs jerked at the shock of sensation.

Kharag groaned. “Damn, she’s like a fucking vice. Make her come. Quickly.”

Jarrus strummed my clit and tweaked my nipple rapidly until the edge rose faster and I was thrown off that cliff with a scream, my legs tightening around Kharag, stars exploding behind my eyes. I felt my pussy tightening around Kharag’s thick cock, notched just in my entrance, and I cried out in Jarrus’s mouth.

He didn’t ease up, relentlessly working my clit until I was limp and exhausted. Kharag then thrust home, the fullness of his cock pressing deep inside of me to the hilt. I gasped at the sensation of being overfilled, overstimulated, my gaze staring up at him, waiting for his next move.

His jaw was locked, muscles tense as he held himself above me rigidly. “You okay, lass?”

I clenched, and he groaned, dropping his head to mine. “I’m fine.”

And I was. I hadn’t been sure what to expect, but feeling Kharag was amazing. I was so full. He was hitting every spot, or would if he would only fucking move. I tightened around him, not that I could do much, and moved my hips, trying to get him to move, and he groaned.

“Be still, lass. Give it a minute.”

“I don’t need a minute, damn it. I need you to move!”

Jarrus chuckled, the rumble from his laughter brushing my back where he held me. “Seems like she’s ready for you, Kharag.”

Kharag's eyes darkened as I challenged him, and his grip on my hips tightened. "You want me to move, mate?"

I nodded, my eyes pleading with him to give me what I needed. He slowly began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of me with careful deliberation. Each stroke sent shockwaves through my body, and I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own undulating hips.

Jarrus watched from the side, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That's it, Kharag. Fuck her hard."

Kharag's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. I cried out at the sensation, the feeling of being taken so powerfully overwhelming me. My pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him even deeper inside me.

"Come on, Kharag," I panted, "give me what I need. Fuck me like you mean it."

He growled, his eyes capturing mine in a fierce gaze. "You want it hard and rough, don't you?" My lips parted in response, unable to deny his accusation. "Then that's what you'll get."

With renewed vigor, he plunged into me with a fervor that left me breathless. His hands gripped my hips tightly, driving me deeper into the furs, the prick of his claws adding an edge of pain to the movement. Each thrust sent shivers up my spine, pleasure building within me like a storm. Jarrus watched intently, his hand sliding between us to stroke his own erection as he pulled at my nipples roughly, heightening the erotic scene before him.

I let out a strangled cry, feeling the edge of my release quickly approaching. "Kharag... I'm close," I gasped, my hips bucking wildly beneath him. "Harder.”

Kharag's eyes darkened, and his expression became savage. His thrusts became harder and more brutal, slamming into me with every ounce of his strength. My body responded to his dominance, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, as I screamed out my pleasure.

Jarrus's hand became a vise around my nipple, pulling and twisting roughly. It was almost painful, but the added sensation only intensified my climax. He watched our scene intently, his own need evident in the wetness of his hand and the way he stroked himself.

Finally, my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me in a wave of pure ecstasy. I screamed Kharag's name, my body trembling as he continued to pound into me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

And then, Kharag roared, his own release imminent. “I accept you as my one true mate. Do you accept me, Olivia?”

He clenched his jaw, holding himself rigid above me. I stared in shock, unsure what was going on. I nodded. “I accept you, Kharag.”

A sense of heat flowed over me, and something settled deep inside. Kharag smiled, a savage, pleased look. He thrust one last time, deep inside me, and came with a force that shook us both. His hot seed filled me, mixing with my own juices as I felt the orgasm rip through me once again.

Jarrus watched, a look of pure satisfaction on his face as he continued to stroke himself, his own release close at hand.

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