Page 33 of Their Shared Mate
“What is that thing?” she cried as the low burn turned into a sharper sting.
“We call them trainers, but they’re very similar to butt plugs,” Victor told her. “Ours are self-lubricating and the circumference can be expanded or contracted.”
“Contract it. Please! It really burns.”
“Your body will adjust faster if you relax,” Victor told her.
Relax? While something was being shoved up her behind? Not likely. “I hate you,” she sneered, but the claim was ruined by the quiver in her voice.
Victor drew her hips up and pushed her legs forward, bending her knees in the process. Raphael pulled her arms forward and secured her wrists with one strong hand. This prevented her from rearing or struggling. Then Victor fucked her bottom with the trainer. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignorethe fullness and the sensual slide, but her body recognized the sensations, knew exactly where they led.
Tingling tension gathered low in her belly, and she pressed her face against the bedding to muffle her impending sobs. They were arousing her, stimulating her body in a way she’d never imagined to be pleasurable. She didn’t want this and resented that they were making her enjoy it. Her will was being eroded by their skill and the pheromones emanating from their bodies.
She moaned helplessly as tears escaped the corners of her eyes. The sting had long since faded, but the overwhelming fullness remained. And the slide. In and out, like a long, hard cock. Her hips lifted of their own volition as her clit began to tingle. He wasn’t even touching her there, yet the steady shuttle of the trainer had her teetering on the brink of an orgasm. That was the lesson. Not only could she enjoy having her bottom fucked, but she could come with nothing more than anal penetration.
Pleasure burst inside her and Claire cried out. Her pussy spasmed and tingling sensations zipped down her inner thighs. Her toes curled and her bottom tightened around the torturous toy. She was frustrated and humiliated, and each rippling spasm only accented her defeat. They won this round. No one could deny that she’d enjoyed this.
Victor pushed the trainer deep into her bottom and left it there. Then he straightened and drove his cock into her pussy.
Claire cried out as another surge of pleasure shook her. Had that been a separate orgasm or a continuation of the first? She ceased to care as Raphael lifted her upper body so he could return to his earlier position against the headboard. He buried his hands in her hair and brought her mouth down over his cock. She tookhim, letting him control her. Fighting them was pointless. This was their world. She needed to learn how to survive within it.
Victor felt massive because of the trainer, and he was plenty big all by himself. She moaned around Raphael’s cock, overwhelmed and confused. Their needs and motivations made perfect sense. It was her own that she couldn’t see clearly.
Raphael gripped her head, controlling her movements as he drove into her mouth. Victor held her hips firmly as he roughly fucked her pussy. Stretched, filled, taken, no,conquered. There was no better word for how she felt. Her body belonged to them. Her thoughts and feelings didn’t seem to matter. Her body was going to do what they wanted it to do regardless of her objections.
Raphael moved one of his hands from her face to her breasts. He pinched her nipples then gave each quivering mound a firm slap. She gasped around his surging cock, confused by the punishment.
“Pain heightens pleasure,” he explained, easily interpreting her emotions. “And I want you to scream with your next orgasm.” He pinched her nipples hard, twisting each sensitive tip before letting them go.
She cried out as well as she could and twisted trying to evade his hurtful fingers. Their movements sped, became even more aggressive. Victor’s hips slapped her ass and his entire length slammed into her pussy. Raphael grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down onto his cock. Over and over, he took her mouth with inescapable urgency.
They were rough now, harshly using her pussy and mouth as if she had no purpose but to pleasure them. The thought senta twisted thrill through her body and made her clit tingle. Her pussy tightened around Victor’s cock as yet another orgasm built with staggering speed.
Raphael caught one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Victor reached around and did the same on the other side. They compressed the sensitive flesh until her nipples went numb. Claire moaned, holding still and allowing them to command her senses. It wasn’t like she had a choice.
They released at the same time and Claire screamed. The orgasm triggered by their cruelty detonated with explosive power. Her inner muscles spasmed painfully and tingling heat flooded her arms and legs. She whimpered and trembled, lost in the sensory storm assailing her body. Then the floaty sensation returned with a vengeance, blurring reality as the waves of pleasure went on and on.
Raphael pulled back into her mouth and spilled his seed on her tongue. Each hot jet intensified his taste and sent little aftershocks of her orgasm ricocheting through her body. Claire swallowed as fast as she could, struggling to keep up with his release.
When he’d finished, she pushed up on shaky arms, drawing her mouth off Raphael’s cock. She licked the last of his cum off her lips and fought against the emotions welling within her. That had been the most intensely pleasurable experience of her life, and yet it left her feeling lost and vulnerable. She would not break down in front of these two. They had no right to know how deeply they’d affected her.
Panting harshly, Victor pulled out of her pussy. He casually removed the trainer and set it aside then collapsed onto his side.
His seed trickled out of her pussy and Claire lost her battle with her tears. “Where’s the bathroom? I need a shower,” she sobbed, embarrassed and overwhelmed. Victor reached for her, but she scrambled off the side of the bed. “I need a few minutes alone.”
Raphael took her by the hand and led her into the adjoining bathroom. He didn’t speak, but his orange gaze assessed her. He turned on the shower and motioned her inside.
“Thanks,” she whispered, wiping her eyes with her fingertips.
“Are you sure you want to be alone?”
“Yes,” she said firmly. She needed to think, to process, and all she wanted when they were near was sex.
To her surprise, he nodded and said, “I’ll go gather your clothes. There are clean towels in that cabinet.”
After he left, she checked the water temperature then moved beneath the spray. With the water to conceal her tears and muffle the sound of her sobbing, Claire released the stranglehold on her emotions. This had been so much more intense than she’d expected. Her friends warned her that sex was different with Rydarian males, but nothing prepared her for the pleasure and pain. And it would only intensify from here. She covered her mouth and released a shuddering sob. Raphael had only spanked her with his hand, but she’d heard that some males used straps and floggers. Victor wanted to fuck her ass, and he was even bigger than the trainer.
She couldn’t fixate on the details if she wanted to unravel her emotions. There were principles to decide. Did she want to continue this courtship? Mating with someone was unavoidable, but did she like these two males? Could she picture a future by their sides? Her assessment needed to start there.
