Page 30 of Their Human to Entice

“Beren,” Lyath’s voice sounds panicked as he looks between the two of us. His eyes land on my breasts now that I’m on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed, staring up at him.

Beren ushers me between Lyath’s legs but stops me when my head is right between his legs, his dick only a few inches from my mouth. We all know where this is going, and a thrill runs down my spine at the thought of getting to use Lyath in this way.

“This is cruel. Please, do not do this. I will not last.”

My stomach does a weird flip-flop of uncertainty at the begging until Beren settles onto the bed next to Lyath, cupping his face between his palms and bringing their foreheads close to one another. “Tell Nia what you say to make this stop so she is not worried about me hurting you more than you can take.”

Lyath’s eyes go wide in a different way this time, and he turns his full attention to me. “I want this, I promise. I am enjoying myself very much. If I do not, then I will beg for mercy, and it will be over. Yes, I have only done it once or twice, but I am fine. Even when I cry and even when I beg.”

“So you want this?” I ask, knowing full well he just told me that he did.

“More than anything,” he says, nodding his head as much as he can while Beren holds him.

I let a rush of air out of my lungs. It’s a relief I don’t know I need until he offers it. His reactions were starting to worry me, but what worried me more was how I was responding to it—how I’m still responding to it. Knowing he’s into it, he wants us to do this to him, makes it so much hotter. It also helps me from feeling shame when I think about how badly I want him to beg me not to be cruel to him.

“Does he cry?” I ask Beren, who turns to face me instantly with a wicked smile on his lips.

“He is the most beautiful crier,” Beren says as he lowers his mouth to Lyath’s shoulder and nips at one of the patches of darkened scales that I’m now realizing are bruises, probably from his teeth. “If you want to make him cry, put your mouth on his cock, and do not stop until I tell you.”

“Beren,” Lyath’s wail is stopped as I lower my face and lick at his glistening tip. His length bounces as his abdomen flexes and his hips lift. Beren chuckles darkly above both of us, watching as I grab the base of Lyath’s dick to keep him still and lick at him again. “Goddess, please.”

“There is only one goddess with us now,” Beren says as he grabs one of Lyath’s horns and forces him to look down the length of his body to where I have the tip of him resting against my tongue. I wrap my lips around the head and begin to suckle softly. “She is your goddess here.”

The sound of wood cracking is the first sign that we’re slowly breaking Lyath. Beren tries to grab a fistful of my hair, but I pull way before he gets a chance. When I pop off Lyath’s dick, we both watch as his eyes turn deep red for a moment and then a cry erupts from his lips. I moan low in my chest. The sound of his torment has a straight line to my core and has me growing wetter and needier.

“Don’t grab my hair, or you’ll get stuck,” I say when I get Beren’s attention. He offers me a soft nod, places a hand on the back of my neck, and tilts his head to the side to ask if it’s okay. I give him a bashful smile and return my attention to Lyath.

“That is one,” Beren says as he pushes me toward Lyath and urges me to take him back in my mouth. This time, I envelop as much of him as I can before Beren grabs my neck, careful not to get tangled in my curls, and pulls me off again. Lyath’s hips buck up, begging for more, just a little bit more, so he can find his release. “Two.”

We repeat the process over and over. I bring pleasure to Lyath with my mouth until he is on the edge of losing himself, and then Beren is pulling me off. On the fourth denial, Lyath begins to cry. His words turn into harsh hisses and clicks as his tears fall. He manages not to move his hands the entire time, and when he’s brought to the edge for the ninth time, Beren tells me to rest my head on Lyath’s thigh while he decides what to do with us.

“You’ve done so well,” Beren says as he wipes the tears from Lyath’s face. His breathing is ragged, his body twitching mercilessly even as I lie my head on his thigh.

I smile lazily up at the two, loving how Beren is treating Lyath with kindness right now after we have brought him to the point of breaking over and over again. I don’t miss how Lyath leans into Beren’s touch and accepts his kindness, knowing it isn’t false right now. He isn’t luring him into the promise of safety to take it away, though I do think it would be hot to see the panic in Lyath’s eyes once more before we finish playing.

“One more time for me, and then you can release,” Beren says, leaning down to nip at Lyath’s shoulder again and causing him to cry out. “I want you to hold out until I’m filling her womb, do you understand?”

“I will try,” Lyath’s words are stuttered and broken by a cry as I blow softly against his cock with a warm breath of air. Beren looks down at me with a look of approval before reaching down to stroke Lyath twice. He sobs as Beren’s hand leaves him, and it takes everything in me not to beg Beren to fuck me right this instant. Thankfully, he seems to be on the same page.

“Do not go easy on my mate,” Beren says as he moves to stand behind me.

He grabs my hips in his hands and lifts me back up to my hands and knees before crawling into the bed behind me. I feel his tunic falling over my back and the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against my thighs as he runs his length between my legs and coats himself in my arousal.

“I want you to make him beg and plead and cry while I make love to you for the first time,” Beren says as he positions himself at my entrance.

He holds my hips steady as he begins to press into me. He’s bigger than any man I’ve ever been with, but I’m more than aroused enough to make it work. I moan loudly, clawing at Lyath’s thighs as I wrap my lips around him. As much as I want to focus on Beren fucking me, I also want to hear Lyath whimpering underneath me while I’m fucked.

“I cannot last,” Lyath begins begging as soon as my lips wrap around him.

I don’t listen to his pleas other than to bask in the beauty of their sound. I run my tongue down the length of him before trying to take as much of him as I can down my throat. Beren is slow in taking me, making sure not to hurt me as he lets me accommodate his size. I’m sure he loves prolonging Lyath’s punishment as well. I know I’m loving it.

“I need release, please,” Lyath cries again, this time his hips bucking into me and causing a choking sound as I gag on him. Beren hisses his approval, thrusting deep inside of me like all of his restraint is killed with one sound.

“Choke yourself on him,” Beren hisses above me, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck as the other stays on my hip to keep me up as he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts. “I want to hear your gagging and his cries together. You both make the most beautiful sounds.”

He makes sure I know how much he likes it by pressing me further down Lyath’s dick until I’m choking and gagging as my throat spasms around the intrusion. I scrape my nails along Lyath’s abdomen, not hearing his cries as well over the sound of my own choking.

“Good mates,” Beren praises us, thrusting completely into me again. “Perfect for me, so fucking perfect.”

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