Page 37 of The Cruelty of Thorns

“Splendid!” He released me and threw his arms wide. “A kindred spirit. I believe we’re going to have fun together.”

The Contessa had been watching our interaction hungrily and now rose up on her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. “You should know, Christopher, despite his age, Julianus is already a skilled lover.”

“Is he now?” Christopher turned back to me, his eyes shining with lust. He circled behind me and slipped his hand down my back and cupped my ass. When I jumped, he chuckled and leaned close, his back pressed against mine, his mouth next to my ear. “I’ll bet that’s a virgin ass. How would you feel about having a cock buried in it, hmm?”

My heart slammed against my chest as I tried to squirm away from him, but his grip was like iron. “I don’t…I’ve never…”

“Nonsense,” Christopher purred. “There’s a first time for everything. And I’m told I’m a hell of a good first time.”

“I believe you’re frightening him,” the Contessa murmured, but there was no sympathy in her voice. Instead, she appeared eager, like she was anticipating what was to come next.

“Tell you what,” Christopher murmured to me. “Do you like eating Anastacia’s pussy?” I nodded, afraid to speak. “Well I’m sure you’re better at it than that jackanape Tomasso. I mean, why does the man even have a tongue? Perhaps we should rectify that, hmm Anastacia?”

When she shrugged indifferently, he pushed me toward her and bent me over the side of the bed, running his hands over my ass again. “Let’s get comfortable.” He reached around me and yanked on my shurt, pulling it off my shoulders and tossing it on the floor. The Contessa had always insisted that I come to her clad only in my underthings, so there was little else for Christopher to remove. He wasted no time in doing so, shoving my breeches down my legs and spinning me around to face him.

I tried to remain indifferent to him, but when his eyes wandered over me with a hunger that was almost palpable, my cock began to twitch traitorously. He grinned and reached out, grabbing and stroking it, his hands surprisingly soft, and I felt myself harden despite my distaste.

He watched me with a hooded expression as my cock responded to his touch, the first signs of pre-cum appearing on my head. “See, I knew you’d warm up to me. After you eat her I’d love to watch you bury that in her pussy. But first I want to fuck you.”

The words were crass but he uttered them like the kiss of a lover, and I found myself being drawn into the same spell of lust the Contessa weaved.

“Give the man a target, darling,” he told the Contessa as he turned me around.

She flipped over and laid back on the bed with her legs spread, and as it always did, the sight of her pussy stirred my own hunger.

“Go for it,” he whispered to me. “But leave that sweet ass of yours open for me.”

With no recourse, I inched forward on the bed and climbed up on my hands and knees, crawling toward her until my face was poised above her pussy.

“Can you finish what Tomasso started?” she asked archly.

She knew I could. I’d brought her to screams every time I ate her. What caused me to hesitate this time was the man at my back. As I dipped my head between her legs I felt his hand caress my ass, his fingers tracing my crack and teasing my sphincter. I tensed and he pulled away for a moment, and I heard the rustle of clothing. My tongue dipped into her pussy as the hand returned, and this time the finger was wet and circled my hole before pushing inside.

Christopher leaned over me, his bare chest pressed against my back, his cock dangling against my leg, his left hand reaching around to grip my own cock while the fingers of his right hand rimmed me. He pushed a single finger inside, causing me to grunt and try to pull away, but his other hand grabbed my hip and held me in place while he inserted two fingers in my ass and began rolling them around until against all my instincts I found myself pushing back against him. Whenever he would hit a certain spot, I would growl into the Contessa’s pussy and shove my ass against his hand.

The Contessa closed her hands around my head and pulled me closer, unwilling to allow me to divide my attention, and while I was as usual overwhelmed by the taste and scent of her cunt, I was equally distracted by what was going on behind me.

Christopher brushed his lips against my ear, his tongue snaking out to rim my earlobe while his teeth nibbled at the sensitive flesh. “You feel lovely,” he breathed.

He pulled away for a moment, his fingers withdrawing, leaving me feeling empty, then immediately panicked as the head of his cock pressed against my ass. He rubbed it up and down my crack, wetting it with his pre-cum before pushing it against my sphincter. I lurched forward, a gasp escaping my lips, but his hand stroking my cock quickly tamed my objection.

“Easy now,” he cooed. “It’ll only hurt for a minute. I can’t wait to feel this tight ass of yours.”

The Contessa’s fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my face against her cunt while Christopher relentlessly inched his cock into my ass. I felt a fullness like I had never experienced before and was certain there was no way he would fit in there. Once fully sheathed inside me, he began to rock back and forth, his cock causing me the most exquisite sensations.

“Don’t forget to eat her,” he murmured as he pulled back. He withdrew until I could feel only the head of his cock inside me, then violently shoved it back in.

My tongue lapped at the Contessa’s pussy while Christopher proceeded to fuck my ass and jerk off my cock, and while part of me was appalled by what was happening, I couldn’t deny I was experiencing the most intense sex I had ever felt. My tongue dug deep into her as I latched onto her clit, causing her to tighten her grip on my head while my cock felt like it was going to explode.

“That’s it, darling,” Christopher goaded. “We’ll all cum together.”

I felt his cock stiffen inside me as my own grew painfully hard in his fist. The Contessa bucked before me as I inserted two fingers into her pussy to roll over her clit, which usually did the trick for bringing her to orgasm. She screamed my name as she came while Christopher slammed his cock into my ass until I felt the heat of his cum fill me. My own release came seconds later at his hands.

I collapsed onto the bed as Christopher’s teeth tore at the flesh on the back of my neck while the Contessa leaned forward and grabbed my wrist, biting down and sucking at my blood. My head began to spin, my eyes unfocused as I lost my grip on reality.

“Oh no,” Christopher warned, releasing my neck. “We’re not done playing tonight.”

Maybe you’re not, I wanted to say, but I was spent. Between the sex and the blood loss, I was as good as useless, but this man wasn’t interested in what I wanted. He rolled me onto my back and straddled me, his hardening cock rubbing against mine.

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