Page 20 of Haunt

“Our little girl is in subspace, aren’t you?” Harrow croons, but he’s obviously not expecting an answer. He drags me down over him, laying down on the bed with his hands on my hips. “Come on. You can have it back. Take my cock like a good girl.” He urges me down, one hand going down to position himself so that when he presses me against him, his cock slides back inside of me, pulling a groan from my lips.

“Just like that.” He starts fucking me again, hands on my hips as he rolls his hips up, grinding into me.

“Fuck,” Ravage growls. “Don’t let her look back at me, okay?” His words only make me want to look more, but Harrow reaches up, grabbing my face in both hands to make me look down at his mask with the red-painted upside down cross on his forehead.

The first touch of Ravage’s tongue on my inner thigh makes me flinch in surprise, and I buck my hips, trying and failing to turn to look at him while Harrow laughs. He does it again, his tongue lapping at my entrance that’s stretched around Harrow’s cock. Judging by the shudder that goes through the man under me, I have a feeling Ravage’s tongue isn’t only on me.

“Rav…” Harrow’s voice is low, and there’s definitely a warning in it. The man behind me chuckles, his hands coming up to stroke over my hips.

“I’m gonna need you to be so good for us, princess,” Ravage murmurs, the feel of the latex of his mask on my shoulder proving that he’s put it back on. “I promise it’ll be so good for you. Even though it’ll definitely hurt at first.”

I blink a few times, trying to form a coherent thought while Harrow thrusts slowly, languidly into me. “What…” But I don’t need to finish the question when I feel Ravage’s fingers stroke along my folds, finger dipping into me beside Harrow’s cock. “N-no!” I protest, trying to jerk away only for Harrow to drag me back down.

“Don’t be like that,” Ravage croons. He adds another finger, sliding them alongside Harrow’s cock. “You don’t have to be so scared, princess. I know what I’m doing, and I promise you can handle this if you just relax for me.” He continues to force me to take his fingers, moving them with Harrow’s thrusts before finally pulling them free.

“I can’t,” I gasp, fighting against Harrow’s grip on my hair and hip. “That’s—Ireally can’t?—”

“You really can,” Ravage growls. “I wouldn’t lie to you. Just…relax.” He grabs my thighs, holding me in place. At the firstbrush of his cock along my folds, I sob, sinking into Harrow’s hold until my face is buried in his throat.

A shudder goes through me, but I try my hardest not to tense up. Pleading whines leave my mouth, though I hear Harrow’s soft words of consolation and encouragement as Ravage slowly works his cock into me beside Harrow’s; my head spins at the feeling of being stretched by both of them.

I can feel it when he’s fully sheathed inside of me, and I canhearhis groan of pleasure, his fingers digging into my hips. “Ohfuck, you’re perfect. How can you be this perfect, Noa?” He says a few other things, but my heartbeat in my ears is overwhelming, making it so I can barely hear their words through the noise.

“It’s too much,” I whine into Harrow’s throat, face still pressed to his neck. “It’swaytoo much, please!”

“Oh, but baby…the hard part’s over. Why are you protesting now?” He thrusts experimentally, dragging a harsh cry from my lips as I shudder. “If it was really too much, you would’ve been protesting a lot more before. Butnow?” He pushes into me again, and Harrow’s movements pick up once more, until they’re both fucking my cunt.

“Well, now we can both see how much you like this. How much you clearly need two cocks in your greedy little pussy.” His laugh is rough and dark against my shoulder, his grip bruising as he picks up his pace. My head spins at the feeling of both of them fucking me, both of them in my pussy and sliding against each other.

It seems impossible. It seems like it should bepainful.

What’s way worse is how much I like it. How quickly the pain is fading to pleasure as heat curls and twists up my spine. Before I know it, I’m not whimpering for them to stop.

I’m whimpering for them to keep going.

Ravage is easily the less controlled of them. His thrusts are eager, erratic, and I can feel his impatience as he chases his release.

“I bet you’ll look so good with your pussy full of our cum,” he growls against my spine. “I bet we could keep you like this—full and needy andbeggingfor more. You know…” His fingers trail down my spine until he’s teasing just over my tailbone. “I bet I could ruin this pretty ass of yours, too. Bet I could make youbegfor me to ruin all of your greedy holes.”

His words are only making my stomach and pussy clench tighter. Harrow doesn’t seem to mind how I’m panting and probably crying into his neck at the overstimulation of them both fucking me. He’s content to thrust into me with the occasional praising murmur against my throat.

I like it when they talk about me. I like it even more when they talkto each otherabout me, like it’s not worth considering my opinion.

Ravage’s thrusts start stuttering first. He definitely has the lesser self control of either of them, and soon enough he’s dropping praises from his lips and clenching my hips tightly in his grip as his cock slides alongside Harrow’s.

“Fuck,” he snarls against my shoulder blade. “You feel so fucking good…It’s crazy how your pussy is made for us, you know that?” There’s a breathy note in his voice, and I can tell as he gets closer by his breathing. He snarls against my skin, slamming into me one more time and shuddering as he comes.

Not that Harrow seems to be in any hurry. He reaches up to brush his fingers down Ravage’s arm, watching him with narrowed eyes while Ravage snarls and growls like a wild, feral thing.

He’s not paying attention to me, I realize, barely able to see him draped over my back from where I’m between them. But Ican tell he’s half out of it, and I can’t help the way my fingers inch up toward his head that’s resting at my shoulder.

It would be just so easy to tug off his mask. My fingers brush the plastic as he growls, not noticing what I’m doing, and I’m convinced Harrow is too busy fucking me and touching Ravage to notice either.

But the moment my fingers clamp down on the material, ready to tug, Harrow strikes, quick as a snake, to grip my waist.

“Oh, no you don’t, little girl,” he growls in my ear, forcing me to sit up in his lap as Ravage falls back on his heels. “That wasreallybad of you. I thought we were making progress on the good choices, but…”

His grip tightens on my arm, eyes pinning mine. “I guess you’ll have to learn the hard way.”

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