Page 18 of Noire Moon
He laughs. Of course.
My nipples are begging, pleading to be touched.
Although I should really know by now, these strangers aren’t in the business of caring about what I want. Nor are they likely to ask. This is their fucked up game, and I’m here playing a part that I consented to. It’s all on me that a twisted-up part of my brain is enjoying being used like I’m nothing more than their plaything.
Still fisting his cock and stroking it leisurely, the man in front of me nods toward the front side of the couch, which faces the front of the huge fireplace.
Put her over there.
He’s clearly still hard, making my body clench that this man just marked my flesh with his cum, and is seemingly ready for more.
Letting go of my chin, the hot touch of Copper Mask wraps my upper arm to haul me up off the floor. My legs are rubber bands, and I’m glad for those insanely strong muscles he’s packing beneath his shirt because I don’t think I could stand without assistance right now.
Between the two of them, they move me around to the front side of the couch. Turning me and manipulating my body so that I’m somehow draped on my back, lying across the leather cushions. My head hangs off the front, and my feet are laid diagonally over the armrest.
To add to the depravity of how they’ve manipulated my body, my skirt is still hitched up around my waist, exposing my pussy, and my cum-covered breasts remain bared.
It’s awkward, and crass, and I suspect that’s exactly the point of this.
From my upside-down position, I watch as Copper Mask looms in front of me like a deep shadow. The hollow look to his skull mask is even more terrifying with the flames dancing behind him.
Right now, he looks every inch the devil himself.
He surveys me. Studying every inch of my figure as his tattooed fingers undo his pants and shove his briefs down far enough to expose his thick, erect cock. Hazel eyes dance all over the soft flesh and exposed pieces of me that I, by all rights, shouldn’t have given up so easily. Yet, here I am. Willingly laid out in front of two strangers.
I nervously lick my lips, knowing exactly what is to come next.
“I bet her throat’s nice and loose to take me now you’ve had her with that fucking weapon.” The broad head of him crownsmy slightly parted mouth. Pushing forward on a slow, measured entry all the way to the back of my throat.
From this upside-down angle, he can get so much deeper than my other stranger could, and he makes a low noise of pleasure. He tastes slightly different from the other man, clean and masculine, and that draws a moan from somewhere deep in my chest while welcoming him as far back as he can go. I’m able to take him deep with relative ease, and swallow around his tip, which has him thrusting to chase the feeling.
Holy crap, that does something electric to my body. My fingers clutch and dig into the rucked-up material of my skirt, hovering only inches from my throbbing clit, and I want to touch myself. So. Fucking. Bad.
Tears still soak my face, and the residue of drying cum feels cold on my tight nipples.
My pulse roars in my ears while I suck cock like a woman possessed and thoroughlyowned.
Well, shit. A key turns somewhere deep and recessed inside my mind. I’m enjoying this, and I don’t know what to make of that information.
Copper Mask fucks my mouth repeatedly, not going easy on me, with one hand braced on the back of the couch to steady his weight. I have nothing in my mind except the desperate need for friction, release, anything… a gust of wind against my clit could no doubt make me come.
That’s when a rough touch between my thighs reminds me, this illicit moment doesn’t just belong to the two of us.
I feel my legs being nudged apart where they’re draped over the armrest, but I’m too lost in the sensation of the thick cock gliding perfectly deep into my throat. All too soon, just as I’m finding an addictive rhythm, he’s shifting, pulling out, hissing a noise of pleasure.
“Flip her over. I want to watch you pound into her while she takes me down her throat.”
Sweet mother of all things unholy. My pussy spasms with eager anticipation.
They’re quick to act, manhandling me into position with a certain kind of roughness that has no business feeling so good. Now I’m bent forward over the armrest of the couch, braced on my forearms, and there’s nothing that could prepare me for the absolute overwhelm of sensation when I feel the blunt head of that pierced cock slide through my wetness.
“Jesus. Fuck. A little whore, dripping all over the leather. One sight of those silver bars and she spread her legs for you.” The voice before me, waiting to use my mouth again, is all gravel and sex as he strokes himself.
The sight of how slick his hand is with the mess of saliva I’ve drooled all over him… well, that leaves me struggling not to whimper.
Meanwhile, the silent stranger with a magic dick, notches himself at my entrance.
It only takes a second for him to push forward, to press against my slickness, until the head of his cock slips inside me. My pussy walls are already fluttering and clenching, simply desperate for him to drive deep. To fucking fill me up and allow me to feel what those rows of piercings arranged in a rung will feel like dragging against my inner wall.
