Page 65 of Hide Me Darling

Abel chuckles, a dark, pleased sound as he continues his relentless assault on my body. "Hear that, brother? Our little shadow is begging for you."

Cain closes the distance between us, his movements almost predatory. He brushes a hand along my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle compared to the brutality we just unleashed.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers trailing down to join Abel's, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "So needy for us."

I gasp, arching into their touch, my body craving more. Cain's fingers slide through my slick folds, joining Abel's in a maddening rhythm that has me on the verge of breaking. The intensity is overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"Tell me," Cain demands, his voice a rough whisper. "Who do you belong to, Hydessa?"

"You," I breathe, my voice betraying just how strong my need for them is. "Both of you."

Abel growls in approval, his fingers thrusting deeper, matching the pace set by Cain. "That's right, little shadow. You're ours."

I'm so close to the edge already, only they seem to be able to provide me with this pleasure so quickly and so completely. But then they both pull away, making me whimper again.

Cain opens his pants, pulling his already hard cock out and stroking it, I can see the red smeared on his thick length from where his glove touched the lifeless body. His other hand comes back up to my face, a finger pressing past my lips. “You're going to let me use this mouth with my cock, aren't you, darling girl?”

Abel presses down on my shoulders and I drop to my knees. Water flicks up, and I realize that it’s slowly rising, spreading along the cave floor as the tide starts to come in. Cain presses the head of his cock against my lips. “Let me fuck that pretty throat,” he demands.

I open and he presses forward, groaning as my lips wrap around him. The piercings along the underside of his length are cold compared to the warmth of my mouth, and I flick my tongue against them, wondering if they are sensitive. I hear the catch in his breath as his cock twitches inside my mouth, so I do it again.

My eyes flick up to look at Cain's mask, his head is tilted down and I know he’s watching me as I take him deeper. The coppery tang of blood mingles with the taste of his skin, a reminder of what happened, of the body not far from us.

Cain’s gloved fingers thread through my hair, guiding my movements as I work my mouth along his length. Each thrust is met with a low groan, his fingers tightening as he starts to take control. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, my tongue moving along his piercings, and he rewards me with another sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he mutters, his voice rough with pleasure. "Our perfect little slut."

Abel's fingers slide around the sides of my waist, pulling the lower part of my body up until I’m on my hands and knees. He pushes the dress up to my waist, pulling my bikini bottoms to the side and running a finger through my wetness. "You're doing so good, little shadow," Abel purrs. "Taking him so well. But I think it's time for you to take me too."

The water is rising steadily now, lapping at my knees as Abel moves behind me. I feel the cold tip of his pierced cock pressing against my entrance, and I brace myself, knowing this will be rough especially with how sore I already am. Abel doesn't disappoint, thrusting into me with a force that has me crying out, my body arching as I struggle to adjust.

The mix of pain and pleasure sends shockwaves through my body, my cries muffled around Cain's cock. Each thrust from Abel forces me forward, taking Cain deeper, filling my senses with the overwhelming intensity of being used by them both. The rising tide adds a chilling contrast to the heat coursing through my veins, heightening every sensation.

Cain's grip forces me to take him all the way past where I thought was possible, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he loses control. “Relax your throat, show me again what a good little fucking cock slut you are," he commands, his voice a strained growl.

I try to obey, forcing myself to relax despite the overwhelming sensations. My throat opens for him, taking him deeper, and the groan that escapes him is almost feral.

Abel's rhythm is relentless, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounds into me from behind. The cave echoes with the sounds we are making and the distant waves.

Cain’s movements become more urgent, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. My throat protests the abuse, making me gag, but he is unrelenting. "That's it, gag on it," he groans, his pace quickening.

I can feel his cock swelling in my mouth, making me gag even more, but I don’t pull away. Abel's pace slows and if I could have growled in frustration I would have. With me kneeling, the water is now up to my thighs, the chill a stark contrast to the heat between my legs.

Cain pulls my head back, forcing me to release his cock with a wet pop, his length glistening with my saliva. My lips are swollen, my throat raw from the rough treatment. He strokes himself furiously, the sight and sound of me gagging on his cock must have been too much for him to handle.

"Fuck, your mouth is perfect, little shadow," he growls, his hand tightening in my hair. "Open wide."

I obey, opening my mouth as wide as I can, my tongue out to catch every drop. Cain groans loudly, his hips jerking as he cums, coating my tongue and lips. My eyes stare into the neon red of his mask, wanting to please him.

"Good girl," he pants, stroking my cheek with surprising tenderness. "Swallow every drop."

I do as he commands, the taste of him sliding down my throat, my tongue darting out to chase the taste of him. I don't have time to recover before Abel pulls out of me, turning me toward him. He lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist, impaling me on his cock again with one thrust.

"Fuck, she feels so good," he growls, his voice rough with lust as my hands try to grasp onto his shoulders. He shifts slightly, rolling his hips in a way that makes me moan, the piercing in the head of his cock dragging against my sensitive walls. One of his hands moves to take a handful of my ass, while the other wraps around the front of my throat. “Take a deep breath, little shadow.”

My mind is a whirlwind of confusion and sensation, but I obey, taking a deep breath as instructed. Seconds later, Abel uses the grip he has on my throat to shove me backward. My back hits the water, which is now significantly deeper, plunging my head under the surface while keeping where we are joined just above the water.

My head is completely submerged, the water distorting my vision and muffling every sound. The only thing clear is the renewed rhythm of Abel’s cock plunging into me. His grip on my throat is firm, holding me in place as he takes what he wants. The force of his movements sends waves rippling around us.

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