Page 26 of Double Cut

A large hand skimmed down her side and settled upon the flare of her hip. Another splayed across her belly. A third cupped the back of her head, claw-tipped fingers spearing through her curls and tilting her head for a kiss while another mouth nibbled at her throat. A fourth hand slid between her back and the wall and down further to palm the fleshy curve of her ass. A moan worked its way up from deep in her chest to ooze from her throat in a breathy sigh that mingled with the forked tongue curling around hers.

Aided by the venom that spread through her veins like syrup, the sensual assault seemed to soften her bones like butter, turning her body pliable as the two big males molded her flesh. With a gentle squeeze here, a light stroke there, a stimulating pinch elsewhere, Evangeline heard nothing but their soft, rumbling purrs and the roar of her own blood. Heat and moisture gathered low in her belly and concentrated at the juncture of her thighs. She throbbed with need and began to undulate in an effort to direct the four hands where powerful lust demanded relief.

Evangeline wallowed in the sensations Horas and Sarus visited upon her. Deep in her mind she heard indistinct murmurs of praise and more clearly the echo of their own pleasure and desire for her. Her body thrummed in response. She cried out when cool air touched the wetness between her thighs. She gasped when a thick digit traced a wet trail from her weeping slit to her anus. More incoherent sounds erupted from her mouth when the attention to her vagina and anus turned more focused, more intense.

“Taste her,” one male—she did not know which—murmured.

A pair of big, callused hands moved down, eased her legs apart, held her thighs open to make room for the crested head that tilted to minister to the aching flesh between them. A thick finger probed her anus while a thick, forked tongue worked its way inside her pussy. Another tongue swept her mouth while more fingers rolled and pinched her nipples.

Unable to do anything but submit to the onslaught of pleasure, Evangeline was unprepared for the orgasm that slammed through her. The slurping between her legs grew louder as the male kneeling there lapped up the gush of passion that poured from her.

“Your turn,” a guttural voice rasped.

The two males sinuously moved, switching places, their hands never leaving her skin. A moment later, the tongue that invaded Evangeline’s mouth tasted of her own sweet musk while another combination of digit and tongue soon worked her to a second shuddering climax.

Evangeline’s body sagged, her legs no longer capable of supporting her. Strong arms scooped her off her feet and carried her to a bed where she was gently deposited. Her eyes flickered open, then fluttered shut again as Horas deftly rolled her over onto all fours. He pulled her ass up by her hips and notched his primary cock, which his mate had not yet seen, within the puffy, wet lips at the entrance to her body. Moisture weeping from the head of his primary cock dribbled down its long, hard length, making it shiny and slick. She groaned long and deeply as he sank into her, his passage eased by the copious fluids their bodies produced. When his groin rested against her flesh, his lesser cock began to protrude.

The bulge extended like a tentacle from the flesh above his primary cock, seeking the tight ring of muscle protecting the other hole in his mate’s body. The softly pointed end opened and began to leak a thick oily fluid that ran down its growing length and dripped onto her tight pucker. Evangeline gasped when its warm surface tickled her anus. She groaned when it began to press through the tight ring.

“Holy hell, what isthat?” she yelped when Horas’ lesser cock speared through and, once deeply inserted, began to swell.

Horas clamped her hips in place. Lodged within his mate’s body, both his cocks began to throb and vibrate, never leaving her silky heat. A high screech erupted from Evangeline’s lips as copulation like she’d never imagined drove her into yet another shuddering, gasping orgasm. Horas rode her through it. She sagged in his grip, limp. He groaned as her spasming channels milked both cocks to a heated climax. When he finally pulled free from her body, he gently lowered her sweating, trembling body to the mattress and rolled her over.

Her eyes fluttered open, eyelids heavy and vision blurred.

“Wha’ was that?” she slurred.

He bent his head to hers and brushed his mouth against her lips and said nothing. As Horas moved out of the way, Sarus took his place. Evangeline’s blurred vision sharpened considerably when she took stock of the thick, long, hard cock he stroked. The copious fluid leaking from its bulbous tip made it shiny. Her eyes widened.

“I don’t think that will fit,” she whispered, her voice rasping.

He gave her a close-lipped smile even as he wedged himself between her legs and lifted her hips. She watched, her muscles still soft and pliant and nonresponsive as he aimed that enormous appendage at her vagina and, hitting home, sank into her body. When he was fully seated within her, he held their bodies intimately connected. Evangeline panted as her brain registered the incredible fullness of his cock within her body. Then she felt something else prod her anus.

Eyes wide, she realized it was no finger that sought entrance there. Nor was it Horas who stood off to one side, his heated gaze focused on the joining of her body to Sarus’.

“What is that?” she demanded as the rod of muscle penetrated her. She tried to squirm, but Sarus held her hips still.

“It’s his lesser cock,” Horas explained. “A secondary cock.”

“S-secondar–oh my God!” Evangeline shrieked as the two cocks throbbed and vibrated within her.

Horas reached over and inserted his fingertip between her flesh and Sarus’ to strum her clitoris while Sarus bent over to suckle on her nipples. The shriek turned incoherent and climbed to a high-pitched shrill as the deluge of sensation catapulted her into a nearly convulsive orgasm that left her gasping and wondering just what the hell had happened. The diminishing convulsions of her flesh around his milked Sarus to a long, shuddering finish.

“We have barbed and fully mated you now, little flame,” Sarus whispered into her ear as his cocks eased from her body. He liked the endearment Horas used for her and adopted it. “We are forever joined.”

She answered him with a whimper.

After a moment’s rest, Sarus carried her to the tub where he and Horas climbed in with her and gently washed her, teasing her body into two more orgasms. Overwhelmed by physical pleasure and mental exhaustion, she did not protest when the males insisted she drink. The water they gave her tasted clean and sharp on her palate, refreshing her parched and sore throat.

“We must allow her to rest now,” Horas stated.

“She needs nutrition; her energy is depleted,” Sarus objected, adjusting his hold on her as their mate listed to one side.

“We’ll feed her our primary cocks. Our seed will strengthen her,” Horas said.

Feeling punch-drunk, Evangeline sobered at his words. “I don’t think—”

With a sharp-toothed smile, Sarus bore her back to the bedroom. He kissed her, the venom from his fangs dripping onto his tongue and swirling into her mouth. That now familiar, heady, irresistible lust spiraled through her, its effect no less potent for entering her body that way rather than injected straight into her bloodstream. Her core gushed once again, ready for occupation. Her mouth watered. Sarus rolled her over. Horas climbed behind her. With gentle, inexorable pressure Horas’ fingers forced the hinge of Evangeline’s jaw open. Sarus eased the fat, leaking tip of his primary cock between her lips. Her tongue fluttered against the ridged underside of his primary cock.

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