Page 20 of The Toymaker
It was strangely erotic that he could be screwed and used to get off his main Master at the same time. He didn’t have to worry about the double stimulation getting him too excited or worry about holding back his orgasm. All he had to do was focus on their pleasure.
Kit braced his hands on either side of Trig who gripped the sheets as another thrust made Kit’s phallus disappear inside of him. Riju kissed the back of his Kit’s back and twisted one of his nipples.
“Squeeze,” he ordered, and Kit clenched around his cock. “Elira, you’re so tight.”
“I wish I could say the same thing about Trig, Master,” Kit said.
“Do it anyway. He likes it.”
“I can’t feel him, Master.” It felt rather like lying.
“Tell me how tight my ass is,” Trig growled as he flexed his hips and moved his ass up a little to meet another thrust. “Do it, and maybe we’ll let you do this again and cum in me when the cage comes off.”
“Your ass is so tight, Master! It’s like a fucking glove.”
It was easier to keep it aligned and focus on Riju’s movements since he was doing most of the work. Trig’s erect cock had to be rubbing on the bed and his stomach, although Kit couldn’t see it. Riju’s thrusts grew harder, and Trig moaned as Kit’s movements quickened.
Riju twisted his nipple again. “You're such a pretty slave. You like making him feel good, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
Somehow, Kit had never felt less dominant while his own neglected cock leaked fluid and bounced in the cage.
Trig let out a strange sound as he tensed. “Faster. I'm cumming.”
Riju made Kit thrust harder as he picked up the pace. Trig clutched at the blankets and groaned as he came. Kit wished he could feel the squeezing as Riju shuddered behind him. Trig seemed about done when Riju rammed himself to the hilt. Kit almost forgot about Trig for a moment as the other fairy’s breathing in his ear quickened, and he felt a light prick of pain as Riju gently bit his shoulder. Kit clenched around his cock.
“Fuuuck.” Riju jerked, and Kit moaned as his ass was filled with cum.
Riju breathed heavily as he grabbed his hips to gently pull him back enough so the phallus slipped out of Trig. Kit squeezed again to milk him, and Riju hissed as he remained buried in the slave’s ass.
Trig rolled over on his side and sighed. “I’d still prefer it if Riju fucked me, but I liked it. No offense. What about you, Kit? Did you like it?”
Kit hesitated. Was he supposed to be truthful?
“You can be honest,” said Trig.
“I wouldn’t say using a fake dick is my favorite even though I liked pleasing you, Master. I’m used to both parties feeling the sex if that makes sense, so I don’t think this is something I’d pick to do on my own, Master.”
“I see what you mean. I’d rather have a real cock in me, and I prefer Riju, so this isn’t something we’ll do a lot.”
“I liked Riju fucking me, Master.” Kit leaned his head back against his other Master’s shoulder. Riju rubbed his chest and stomach.
“Are you ever going to get out of him?” Trig asked with a chuckle.
“No,” said Riju.
Kit giggled. “It’ll be kind of hard to do stuff if you stay in my ass, Master.”
Riju snorted, kissed Kit’s neck, and finally pulled out his softening cock. “Lick up Trig’s cum on the blanket.”
Kit obeyed, and Riju lapped at the cum smeared on Trig’s dick. Some had gotten on his belly, and Trig made a satisfied noise as he watched him clean it off with his tongue.
“Whatever you still have, give it to him.”
Riju kissed Kit who tasted more saltiness as the fluid was passed into his mouth. He liked swapping cum, and there wasn’t a lot, but there was enough for them to pass back and forth as they continued kissing. He liked it even better when Riju pushed him down on the bed and made him take it all.
“Swallow.”
