Page 125 of The Silent War
“Good girl,” he praised, his jaw tight with restraint. “Making a mess all over us. You hear that, angel? That’s the sound of you dripping all over our cocks.”
“She’s leaking down our legs,” Luca murmured, groaning against my throat. “You’re dripping on the floor, baby—that’s how good you are right now. So wet you can’t hold it in.”
“Our good girl,” Bastion growled, kissing me hard as he rocked me onto him again. “Every inch, taking it like the perfect angel you are.”
“Breaking for us,” Luca whispered, his fingers playing with my nipples, while Bastion circled my clit. “You’re shaking so bad we can feel it in our cocks. You going to come, baby?”
“Yes—”
“We can feel it.” Bastion muttered against my mouth.
“Our good girl,” Luca finished, kissing the side of my throat as he thrust harder. “Come for us. Be our good fucking girl and come for us.”
And all I could hear as I shattered was their voices, wrecked and worshipful.
“Fuck,” Bastion groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. “Angel, we can’t hold it.”
Luca’s breath was ragged against my ear, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d bruise. “You feel that, baby? Your daddies are right there. Gonna breed you, fill you so deep you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
A sob broke from my throat, desperate and wrecked. “Yes—please. Fill me. I want it. I want all of you.”
“Good fucking girl,” Bastion growled, kissing me rough, swallowing the cry as he thrust harder, deeper. “Daddy’s good girl. Taking it all for us.”
“You’re perfect,” Luca whispered, his voice wrecked, trembling with the effort to hold on. “So tight, so wet—our angel was made to be filled by us.”
I clung to them both, one arm wrapped tight around Bastion’s shoulders, the other holding Luca’s neck, keeping them close, refusing to let go.
Their thrusts lost rhythm, their muscles seizing.
“Fuck—she’s milking us,” Luca groaned, burying his face in my throat. “Our perfect girl—taking both our cocks, dripping all over us, begging to be bred.”
Bastion’s growl tore out ragged as he drove deep one last time. “Ours. Every fucking drop. Ours.”
And then they both broke filling me.
Slowly, carefully, they slid out. I whimpered at the loss, at the ache, at how empty I felt without them.
“Shh, angel,” Bastion murmured, his lips brushing my cheek. “It’s alright. We’ve got you.”
I collapsed against his chest, spent and shaking. Luca kissed the side of my face over and over, whispering between every press of his mouth.
“So perfect.” Kiss.
“Daddy’s good girl.” Kiss.
“You made us so proud, baby.” Kiss, kiss, kiss.
“Easy,” Bastion hands steadying me. “Let’s get her down.”
They lowered me onto the bed. My body still trembled. Bastion brushed the hair back from my face, his thumb smoothing the tears from my cheek.
“Breathe, angel. That’s it. Just breathe.”
Luca slipped away for only a moment, and I heard water start to run, the soft echo of the bath filling. Bastion stayed, his eyes scanning me, his palm grounding me against the sheets.
“Does it hurt?” he asked softly, his voice so soft.
“No,” I whispered, throat raw. “Just… so much.”
