Page 49 of Bound and Beguiled

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, my mouth watering at the sight of her. My hand was there, palm full of the most incredible softness, although I didn’t remember moving. She felt incredible; fat lips slippery, juicy clit begging to be licked, and the heat of her cunt...

I pushed three fingers into her, moaning at the silky wet furnace that seemed to suck them deeper.

“Beautiful.” Efa’s voice was thick with desire. “Give my Babygirl what she needs.”

The purple dildo floated between us, and only the thought of Mared writhing in pleasure as I fucked her with it was enough to convince me to pull my fingers from her delicious slit. I wanted to live in her. Eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Sleep with my head pillowed on her thigh, inhaling the scent of her until she seeped into my pores.

I wrapped slick fingers around the dildo—the first I’d actually touched—pleasantly surprised by the solid but supple feel of it. Somewhere between Emyr and Kynan in thickness, it was transparent and smooth as glass, each end bumpy and twisted like a unicorn’s horn, but not as pointy.

Watching Mared open to it and feeling the slight resistance as I pushed it deeper was so fucking erotic. I squirmed, impossibly turned on given the orgasms I’d already had that evening.

The other end of the dildo flopped onto my belly as Mared arched and groaned, pussy squeezing.

“But—!” I complained when Efa snatched my hands away before I could give Mared more than a single, slow pump.

“Trust me,” she chuckled. Then she lifted me, pulling me high against her chest. Mared’s hands came between us, and we both moaned as Efa lowered me onto the other end of the dildo, not stopping until Mared and I were pressed together; slippery, hot, and perfectly full.

Oh, fuck yes. I pulled Mared to me, reveling in the press of her lips as we writhed together. Her arms wound around me and I grabbed her ass, pulling her closer. The lushness of her belly and breasts against mine was so damned good.

I was so caught up, I didn’t notice when Efa moved from behind me. She was just suddenly beside us, hands fisted in our hair, pulling us apart.

Her magic pressed against my hips, keeping my sex tight against Mared’s even as my back arched, curving back and away.

Mared yelped, her hips twisting so hard my ass left the ground.

Stars exploded behind my eyes as we slapped back down and the twisted shaft of the dildo connecting us pushed deeper.

“Fuck!” she cried, as her hips bucked against me again.

I couldn’t move much with Efa’s fist clenched in my hair and the big purple shaft tying me to Mared, but I planted my feet, pushing up just enough to rock against her. It felt so good, it took me a minute to remember her cries—and another to convince my eyes to focus enough to see what had happened.

Golden clamps pinched her nipples, sparkling against short fur only a few shades darker. My eyes widened as the tiny screws on either side tightened—seemingly on their own—and her nipples darkened, bulging obscenely from her quivering chest.

Cold metal touched me. I tried to look, but Efa’s grip on my hair gave no quarter. Straining my eyes downward, I could just barely see the gleam of a second set of clamps slipping over my nipples.

At first it was only a light pressure. Twist after twist, they tightened, until I was panting, sweating, damned near bending myself in half in a vain effort to lessen the stress.

“There we go,” Efa murmured. “Almost ready.”

Almostready?! Ready for what—my breast castration?!

Something hard and smooth pressed between Mared and I. My eyes peeled wide as I recognized the shape, then the vibrator clicked on and I squealed.

I tried to pull back, not because it hurt—because it seriously fucking didn’t—but it was somuch, sosudden, I couldn’t handle it. That’s when I found out about the fine golden chains connecting my nipples to Mared’s.

My breasts stretched taut, my nipples screamed, my cunt spasmed, and my clit turned white hot from the lightning storm of sensation running through it.

Then the invisible hands pressed against my ass began to move, fucking Mared and I against each other. Efa gave us no respite. There was no withdrawal, nothing to give us a break from the wand pressed between our clits or the dildo plumbing our depths. She justshovedus, slapping our cunts together, rocking us back and forth between “oh gods” and “oh fuck” with no rest in between.

“Please, Mommy, oh fuck—too much, too much, I can’t—” Mared screamed.

Sensation exploded in my chest. After a second, Efa released our chains, the return to normal agony a sweet relief.

I wanted to beg for release, but when I opened my mouth, only whimpers came out.

Efa shifted, and Mared’s cries grew muffled. Before I could wonder what she was doing, Efa shifted again, her mouth sealing over mine in a kiss so hungry I momentarily forgot about the storm of sensation wracking my body.

“My girls,” she growled when she tore her mouth free. “My perfect, beautiful girls. Taking everything I give you.” Her voice broke, turning ragged. “Come for me. Come for menow!”

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