Page 70 of The Vipers' Vow

Vani’s not exactly screwed a whole lot. She was a virgin when we found her, and this thing will be wide in her when it takes its natural shape.

She groans as Saint lets go. The pink legs of the device are sticking out of her at ninety-degree angles and pressing against her swollen lips. Saint arranges it until he has her how he wants.

“Jesus Christ,” I grit, placing my hand against the front of my jeans and the hard length beneath. It’s getting almost painful, and the more I look at her pussy, the harder I get.

“The inside will rub her G-spot,” Saint explains to me. “These legs hold her cunt lips open, so you and I and our silent friend can torture her pussy until she can’t take any more.”

I’m staring at her pussy in fucking awe. Her lips are spread wide by the contraption, and it disappears into her hole, which is widened slightly by it, straining around it so prettily. My cock jumps again, as though begging for attention, but this is all about Vani. I don’t even notice my broken hand right now. The only thing I can think about is how fucking hot her pussy looks and how much I want to be inside her.

“Lick her cunt,” Saint orders.

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I lie on the floor, propped up on my elbows, and go to work. She’s so wet and pink and swollen. I lick her lips first, pressed wide apart, and suck one into my mouth. She groans as if in pain, and I wonder if it hurts a little. I flick her clit with my tongue, and she gasps as her fingers grip the rug beneath her ass. Intrigued, I stop licking and pinch her clit with my fingers. Some girls fucking hate that shit, too sensitive, but Vani cries out and bucks up, so I do it again.

“Oh, fuck, Lex. I’m going to come.”

She grinds up onto me.

“She’ll wear a clit clamp like a fucking champ,” Saint growls.

Her clit is swollen now, displayed beautifully, and when I pinch it a third time, I glance up at her face in time to see her mouth open on a surprised O, and she wails as she comes so fucking hard her clit pulses.

I can’t stop what happens next even though I’m fucking mortified. I can feel it starting in my balls, and at the base of my spine, and I’m helpless as the cum shoots up my cock, semen spurting out of the tip, against the cloth of my jeans. My hips hump the floor, and I ride out the orgasm against the fucking rug as Vani gasps her way through her own, me not helping at all as she presses her hand to her pussy.

“Well, fuck,” Saint sneers. “What a pair you both make. Did I say you could come, slut?”

Saint grabs Vani’s hair and pulls her head to one side, pushing her face against his massive cock, straining against his jeans.

“He did too.” She points at me, her voice muffled against Saint’s jeans.

Saint laughs. “I have no control over what Lex does, but you? You’re ours to do with as we please, and you don’t set the pace here. By being such a greedy, needy little slut, you’ve got us all overexcited, so now you need to take care of us. You’re going to suck me and Zane.” He tightens her hair around his fist. “Get on your knees, Venom.”

He uses his grip on her hair to guide her, and she does as he says, struggling a little, her legs shaky. I wonder how the toy feels inside her as she moves around. It must be torturous.

Zane stands and walks to the front of her, and he and Saint both undo their pants. They don’t take them off, they just pull their cocks out. Saint’s is already leaking at the head, and Zane flicks the tip of his piercing and sucks a sharp breath.

Zane signs something, and Saint nods. “He says he wants you to lick us both, like ice creams.”

They crowd her, and she angles her face up at them, a mix of fear and arousal painted on her pretty features.

I get to my feet. Not liking the feeling of the sticky clothes against me, and knowing that sooner or later, we’re all going to be naked, I strip off and throw my jeans to one side.

I move in behind Vani and gather her hair in my fist, mimicking how my brother had been holding her. “Lick them and show them how good they taste.” Saint and Zane both hold their cocks right in front of her mouth.

She darts out her small pink tongue and licks them, Saint first, then Zane. She flicks his piercing with her tongue, and his eyes widen a little. She works them both harder and faster, never sucking them into her mouth, but licking their heads and flicking at their slits.

I tighten my hold on her hair, deliberately tugging at the roots until she gasps.

“They need more,” I command.

Vani reaches up and takes hold of them both, setting up a rhythm with her hands as she flicks the heads, licks them, slurps them. Both men are panting, and I can tell by their expressions that they’re struggling to control themselves. Shit, I could come all over again watching this.

I yank her hair again. “Open your mouth. Let them in.”

She does as I say, falling still and parting those pretty lips. She stares up at Saint and Zane.

Zane goes first, holding his cock at the base and sliding his cock over her tongue. He fucks her mouth a couple of times, deep enough to choke her, while I hold her in place, and then pulls out and makes room for Saint to do the same.

Fuck me, this is hot. My cock grows harder again, even though I just came. I don’t get involved, though, other than to hold Vani still while Zane and Saint take turns fucking her throat. They only do a couple of strokes each, but each time takes them closer to the edge. Vani pants and gags and whimpers while they use her mouth.

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