Page 93 of Destined By Dragonblood
“It’ll be too much, too soon,” he grumbled, sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy.
“No.” I spoke the word with a conviction I didn’t quite feel, but I wanted to try. “Please.”
Vanni shifted, rubbing his thick cock along my inner thigh, bumping and sliding along Dolyn’s hand.
Dolyn hissed.
Vanni chuckled. “Why fight what we both want?”
“Fuck you, Vanni,” Dolyn said.
“I suppose I could let you fuck me someday,” Vanni mused, thrusting along the route he’d sent his hard length seconds earlier. “If you’re a good boy.”
A shot of lust laced the energy connecting me to Dolyn, and I couldn’t help my smile. “Take me. Both of you,” I demanded.
With a groan, Dolyn slid his fingers from my pussy, and Vanni didn’t waste time replacing the head of his cock at my opening.
“Look at me, Ash.”
I peered into Master’s eyes as he pushed in, stretching me until fully seated against my womb. “G-God…”
“You’re so fucking wet. Tight.” He nudged in deeper against my cervix, pulling a gasp from my lips at the delicious ache.
“Go easy on her,” Dolyn grumbled.
“Want him in here with me, Ash?” Vanni stroked deep. “Or in your ass?”
“We cannot spill together against her womb.” Dolyn hissed, running the fingers he’d fucked me with over my pucker. Slick from my arousal, his rimming fingertips caused my breath to hitch with desire I never thought to experience.
“There,” I whispered, ready for the final step toward healing. My innocence had been stolen in every way, and the hole Dolyn teased needed to be reclaimed as the others had already. “Take my ass, Dolyn. Own it, help me reclaim that part of me. I—I need to make new memories to overshadow the others.”
A shudder rippled over Dolyn’s chest still pressed against my spine, but he didn’t mutter a peep.
“Let him in, baby,” Vanni murmured against my lips, his breath sweet and hot.
“Ashley.” Worry coated Dolyn’s voice and his mind.
“Please,” I whispered, turning my head to find his troubled eyes flaring with heat. “I want you. Need you inside me.”
He pressed his lips against mine, gently pushing past my tight ring.
I grunted and bore down, allowing his finger to slide in deep.
“Mmm.” Another smile coated Vanni’s murmur as he slowly fucked into my pussy. “I can feel your finger through that thin membrane, boy. Yes,” he hissed as Dolyn stroked, a gush of warmth inside me letting me know Vanni leaked his usual unnatural—or perhaps normal—amount of pre-cum. “Fuck.” He buried and groaned, cock bucking inside me. “Use our arousal and stretch her good, beta.” He pulled out fully, and I whimpered at the loss as Dolyn worked Vanni’s cock a few times between my thighs, cockhead and knuckles brushing against my wet core.
Both hissed, their lust like flames over my skin. I burned from the inside out as we experienced arousal threefold.
Wet fingers returned to my asshole, and I bore down again, groaning as two breached me with ease. “Tingly,” I gasped as he pressed in deep with a complete lack of sting.
“Mmm,” Vanni hummed and slid back into my core, holding my head to his chest. “So sweet, baby. Your pussy was made for my cock.”
I whimpered as they both fucked into me, Dolyn’s scissoring fingers stretching me as Vanni continued to gently rock into my body.
Words weren’t necessary. I could feel their rising desire, the rush to push for release, their determination to make sure I remained comfortable and present.
Vanni snaked a hand between us, gliding fingertips over my clit.
“Need…” I panted, so close to coming that my eyelids squeezed shut, brow furrowed as I tried to keep from tipping over.
