Page 35 of Velka Manor

He pushes two fingers inside me, and I moan loudly, pushing back on them.

“Every single person down here is for you, my pretty girl.” Bastian runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I open my mouth. “Everyone who helped that bastard take you from us is here—the ones who helped with transport, who forged documents, the sisters who withheld food, even the attendantswho filled the car with petrol. They will all be punished for what they did to you.”

I gasp at his words, moaning as Dorian adds another finger.

“You’re soaked, angel. Does it turn you on knowing the depths our darkness takes us to when it comes to you?” Dorian asks, adding another finger, stretching me as far as I can go.

“Yes,” I moan, tilting my head back, moving in time with the thrust of his fingers. I feelso full.

“There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you,” Bastian declares, forcing my mouth open, holding my cheeks.

“No one we wouldn’t torture, wouldn’t kill,” Dorian continues, roughly taking his fingers away.

I hear dual zippers being undone, and Dorian runs the head of his cock along my slit, gathering my wetness, pressing against my entrance as Bastian runs the head of his against my lips, letting me taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, the metal balls of his piercing against my flesh.

“There has never been a moment on this Earth when you weren’t mine, Octavia,” Dorian whispers so softly, it brings tears to my eyes.

“I love you, my sweet, dark, twisted, pretty girl, and I’m going to fuck your throat until you're dragging your nails down my thighs, desperate for air.”

Bastian forces his cock down my throat as soon as he finishes the sentence, and Dorian slams his dick into my pussy. They work in sync, not for a second being gentle. Bastian fists my hair and grabs the back of my neck, pushing his cock as far as it can go. I gag, spluttering, trying to breathe through my nose and swallow him down as much as I can. I run my tongue on the underside of his shaft and feel him shiver, gripping my hair tighter so I do it again.

Dorian snakes a hand around my waist, rubbing my clit as he angles his cock, grinding it over my g-spot. I moan aroundBastian, pushing back on Dorian, making them both grunt in sync.

“Such a good fucking girl for us. My perfect angel,” Dorian moans, and I keen at his praise, basking in it. “Fuck. Your cunt is perfect, squeezing my cock. I’m going to fill your pussy up, Octavia, brand you from inside with my cum.”

I nod my head, muffling moans of agreement. Bastian chuckles, pulling out slightly so I can catch a breath. His thumb smooths my cheek lovingly, and a warmth builds in my stomach.

“Is our pretty girl going to cum on her big brother’s cock?”

I nod, running my tongue over the piercings on the head of his cock, wishing I could stare at him, especially when he bucks his hips, moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck, do that again, baby.”

I run my tongue over him, enjoying the way his hips stutter as I suck the head of his cock, flicking the piercing with the tip of my tongue.

“Holy fucking goddess,” he moans, wrapping both of his hands around my head. “I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re not going to swallow a single drop until I say.”

I nod, letting him take over, flattening my tongue. Dorian picks up the pace, circling my clit, putting more pressure on it as his hips slam harder, his cock going deeper. My orgasm hits me fast and I cry out around Bastian, sucking him harder, hollowing my cheeks, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Fuck, Octavia, that’s it. Clamp that pussy around my cock,” Dorian groans, bucking his hips a few more times before roaring his release.

Bastian comes at the same time, filling my mouth. My own orgasm carries on through it all, and I try my hardest to do as I’m told, not swallowing a drop. As soon as he releases my mouth, I take a deep breath in through my nose as Dorian keeps his cockinside me, running his hands soothingly down my thighs and over my ass.

“Open your mouth for me,” Bastian orders, and I do as I’m told. Sticking my tongue out, I show him that I kept it all there.

I feel his breath on my face, his finger tracing through the mess on my tongue as he moans. A second later, his mouth latches onto my tongue, tasting his salty release. I move closer, fusing our lips together, letting him take what he wants.

He sucks my tongue and releases it with a pop, humming with pleasure. “Knew it. You even make my cum taste like honey with your sweetness, pretty girl.”

I huff out a laugh, resting my head on his chest. “That’s impossible, but I won’t argue if it means you’ll do that again.”

“Did you like me sucking my cum from your tongue, tasting my own release?”

“She loved it if her soaking wet, pulsing cunt has anything to say about it.” Dorian groans, slowly pulling out of me.

I feel a mixture of his cum and my own trickle down my thighs, but instead of him licking it up, I feel a soft cloth mopping up the mess. Probably just as well if he did that—I would need them again. I let them clean me up, basking in their soft touches, never wanting it to end. Once they’re done, they manoeuvre me to my knees, undoing the blindfold.

“You know, you didn’t need the blindfold. I would have liked to see you both while you were fucking me,” I say, about to pull the mask off, but a hand grabs my wrist, stopping me.

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