Page 61 of Mated By Twilight

Then, her twin mates were there. Lying next to her. Scooping up their seed with their fingers and bringing it to her mouth. She opened her lips. Licking them clean. Humming at the taste – evenbetternow. She ate it all eagerly. Staring at them. Not even sure anymore why she had been so suddenly afraid of their dicks when she first saw them.

“There you go,” Tillos praised, still purring for her.

“Such a pretty female. Good female.Ourfemale,” Sollit purred, nuzzling her head as Tillos rested against her breast.

They curled around her like that. Their tails circling around her legs. Holding onto her as she floated on their purrs. Contented. Pleasured. The taste of their cum lingering on her tongue. Shewanted more, but she couldn’t resist the call of sleep dragging her down.

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She was a harlot.

She had to be.

Otherwise, why would she not be able tostop thinking about their dicks?!

It was an odd thing to realize about herself. There was a strange mix of shame and desire whirling inside her that made it hard to think and focus.

Their dicks – and just thinking that word still made her face heat – had been so strange and alien andinhumanlooking, that it made her pull back. But as some time passed, she began to regret not being brave. There was an ache between her legs that insisted she’d been a coward and missed out on something great.

Sollit and Tillos were, of course, perfect gentlemen. They had both been wearing pants when they woke up in the morning, and though they’d spoiled and cuddled her, they’d made no attempt at trying to ask more from her.

Were men supposed to be this kind and supportive? It was starting to feel like a trap. What did the ladies at the shelter call it? Love bombing? Gaslighting? Just plain old-fashioned manipulation? It didn’t feel like she was being manipulated, but would she even know?

Then, in between lusting after their bodies like some common whore, she would get flashbacks of memories of their mother. Of the way she looked – drugged. That’s the best way she could think to describe it.

Would that be her? The insect meals, already a bit sketchy to her, became outright suspicious when they pushed them on her.

But when she experimented with denying eating them, stating she couldn’t tolerate bugs that day, neither male protested. They’d simply gone to get her noodles or meat or anything else – and it was usually pretty good.

So, that meant they weren’t using food to drug her right?

Or maybe that was her being manipulated again.

She didn’t know!

Leah wasn’t nearly experienced enough to understand this. And maybe she was overthinking it. Or maybe she wasn’t thinking hard enough. She didn’t know that either. And the not knowing was driving her absolutely crazy.

And all the while, despite the uncertainty and suspicion filling her, shestill wanted their weird dicks!

Because she was a whore and a harlot and all those other things her father used to warn her about. It was a sobering realization, and not one she was totally comfortable with.

Was her father right after all? Was this the seductive, sinful nature of women that he told her he had to protect herself from?

She found herself pulling back from Tillos and Sollit. Not because she didn’t enjoy what they did to her, but just because she felt guilty about the fact that shedidenjoy it.

And the fact that they let her was also confusing. That wasn’t what men were supposed to do, right? They should be pressing their advantage. Asking for more. That was something else her father and mother warned her about. Men outside of the churchwould demand her body and take it if she so much as showed a stray shoulder.

But not the twins. They accepted her withdrawal, returning to offering her only casual, sweet touches that made her crave the naughtier, darker ones more.

It was all so confusing.

She was glad when Corvidair insisted she start vocal lessons, because at least that was something to keep her mind off things. And though she wasn’t singing on stage now, he was clearly trying to guide her in that direction.

He also wanted her to start acting lessons. Which, unlike vocal lessons, were something she didn’t have any experience with. And if he wanted her to do more on stage than just lay there like a lump, she needed to get used to actually acting.

Which was how she found herself before Skara, pretending the large, reptilian female with elegant, emerald green scales, wasn’t terrifying.

“Acting is easy,” she said, her voice sibilant and rather hypnotic. It didn’t do that when she was on stage. Like it was an accent she could turn off at will.

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