Page 47 of Bound and Beguiled

“Fuck, so tight,” Kynan grunted. “Such a good little slut, taking two cocks.” He hissed, his clawed fingers digging into my hips. “That’s it, get us all wet. I want to feel my Pet’s cock rubbing mine as we fuck you.”

Oh, gods, that fuckingmouth! I shuddered as my pussy gripped and released in mindless pleasure. Arousal leaked from me, dripping down the shafts stretching me wide.

Another pull, another moment of shocking intensity. My vision was still sparking when Kynan pulled on my hips again. I arched, my arms clamping around Efa’s neck as I tried to come to terms with the two fat cocks buried to the hilt in my dripping, blissfully happy cunt. Fully seated, the pain of entry vanished, not even a memory.

“Oh shit, oh shit, I—fuuuuck,” Emyr groaned. His body twitched, rocking me forward.

My eyes flew open. I couldn’t see a damned thing past the unbelievable, catastrophic sensations singing through my overfull core. It was so much—too much—but I had to have more.

I braced my arms on Efa’s shoulders and started to move. My body undulated, slow and grinding—not rising or falling but sliding back and forth, feeling the cocks inside me rub against each other. I heard someone moaning incoherently, not realizing for long seconds that it was me.

Kynan and Emyr’s cocks filled me to the brim—pushing, slipping, bumping over my g-spot as well as a whole handful of spots I had no name for. Over the last few weeks, I’d thought I’d begun to understand pleasure. This was something else entirely.

“Gods, that’s so hot,” Mared whimpered, her voice hoarse, like she’d been screaming. “I’m gonna—oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Please, Mommy! Please, I can’t—”

“Hold it, Babygirl. It’s your turn to play with Reza when the boys are done.”

Mared’s whine was louder than the buzzing of the wand torturing her.

Kynan fisted his hand in my hair, twisting my head back and to the side. “Gonna fuck you now. Stretch out this hot little pussy until it’s sloppy and gaping, then me and Pet are gonna fill it up.”

It was my turn to whine.

Kynan pushed me forward. I sagged, leaning into Efa and exhaling—trying to become as open as possible.

One hand on my back, one clamped to my hip, Kynan pulled halfway out.

Emyr and I wailed in unison. Those fucking ridges made their cocks bounce off each other, drumming against my insides.

Kynan shoved himself back into me, riding his shaft over Emyr’s, and I choked on the spit pooling in my mouth.

Then he fucked us.

Efa murmured in my ear, telling me what a good girl I was as I sobbed and shook, undone.

Emyr bucked beneath me, so hard, so long. The punch of his cockhead against my cervix was just one more sensation in the tornado that whipped around me. “Oh gods,” he gasped. “Fuck, Sir, that feels—Reza, baby, you—”

I felt him swell, and a new shuddering excitement made me clench. I needed to feel him pulsing within me. Ineededit.

Kynan growled, his breathing choppy and ragged. My heart and pussy fluttered as the hand on my back slid up, curling around the back of my collar. “Time to come,” he snarled, pulling the leather tight and thrusting into me with short, deep strokes that Emyr matched.

Desperate, pleading, my eyes shot to Efa’s. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me and spots of darkness danced in my vision, but I waited. My muscles were so tight they ached and my pussy spasmed uncontrollably, drooling all over the cocks hammering into it, but still I waited. For her.

“Do it.”

I threw my head back, wailing, as the wave crested and broke over me. Tears ran down my face. Kynan and Emyr cursed as I clamped down around them, milking them, desperate for them to join me.

Emyr was the first to fall. His hands clamped onto my thighs, holding me in place as he arched, groaned, and let himself go.

I writhed at the feeling of him throbbing within me. My core grew molten, flooded with the silky heat of his cum.

“Fy cariads,” Kynan groaned. His hand around my collar tightened, stealing my breath, and then he was sliding deep, adding his essence to the hot, gushy mess that filled my belly.

I was still gasping, shivering with aftershocks, when he pulled out. Invisible hands lifted me, clamping over my slit when Emyr slipped free. Efa turned us both, situating us so I sat in her lap, my still-bound wrists looped over her head. We faced Mared, who stared at us with feverish eyes, not quite sane, from her chair of torment.

“Time for your reward, Babygirl,” Efa cooed, draping my legs over her knees and presenting my swollen, wet sex to Mared. The invisible hand clamping my lips closed shifted, spreading me wide. Two fingers hooked into me and opened. I shuddered, feeling a gush of cum—mine, Emyr’s, and Kynan’s—trickle down my ass.

Animalistic grunts were the only sounds Mared made as she fought free, pushing and twisting out from the ropes that didn’t slip aside fast enough. The vibrator fell to the floor with a clatter, and Mared stumbled over it, crawling the rest of the way to us—soaked in sweat and trembling like a newborn foal.

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