“Please, you can fuck me anywhere you want. You can do anything. I just need to come. Don’t leave me like this all night—” I squirm as a drop of Dean’s pre-cum lands on my breast, running down to my nipple, and I know he’s on the verge of coming. “Please, you can cover me in yours when your done, justplease—”
“Alright, little Saint, there’s no need to get so worked up.” Cayde smirks. “We’ll take care of you.”
“As many times as you can handle,” Dean adds, and then he sinks to his knees as Cayde crawls back onto the couch.
When their mouths touch me, I nearly scream from the pleasure of it. Every nerve in my body feels raw, exposed, and the pleasure with me so close to the edge is almost indescribable. Cayde thrusts his fingers into me, pumping them into my clenching pussy like he would his cock. Dean lashes his tongue over my clit, their tongues moving over me in an attack of warm, wet, soft bliss that keeps me hovering on the edge for seconds before I tumble over.
I hear myself screaming out my orgasm, my body arching, straining, coming hard on their fingers and tongues, and it feels like it goes on forever. I twist back and forth on the couch, all of that built-up sensation exploding over me, and then even when it starts to recede, they don’t stop. I feel Dean’s fingers join Cayde’s, fucking me together as they both lick me, and another orgasm bursts over me, and then another when Dean pushes a finger into my ass, filling me as I come and come, and pretty soon it’s nothing but a wave, pleasure rolling over my skin until I feel like I might pass out, my clit raw and sensitive, and I know they’re going to keep going until they’re tired.
This is the second part of my punishment, I know. I wanted to come, so they’re going to fucking make me come. And they do, until I’m glassy-eyed and shaking when they pull back, as hard as ever as Cayde kneels between my legs and starts to jerk himself hard and fast, his cock swollen and thick. Even now, I want him inside of me, and I turn my head as Dean pushes himself against my lips, shoving his cock into my mouth. I suck hard on it, feeling him wrap his hand in my hair, reveling in his murmur ofthat’s a good petas I lick and suck frantically at his long, thick cock, not as thick as Cayde’s but still so fucking good, feeling as if I’m floating.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Cayde groans. “Gonna come all over this hot…little…pussy….”
He makes a sound that’s almost a growl as his hips lurch forward, and his cockhead presses against my clit, his hot cum spurting against the sensitive flesh and making me cry out as Dean jerks out of my mouth, rubbing himself feverishly as he starts to come too, the first hot spurt coating my lips.
“Stick out your tongue, yes, good pet—” he groans, squeezing his cock as I stick out my tongue obediently, and the next spurt of cum coats it, his taste filling my mouth as I feel Cayde drenching my pussy, his cock rubbing against my clit until I feel the aftershocks of a smaller orgasm rippling through me, my body too overloaded to come again for real.
Dean fills my mouth with his cum, pushing his cockhead back inside for the last drops, and I run my tongue over him, licking it all off until he finally steps back, gasping.
“Holy fuck, Athena,” he looks down at me as he tucks himself back into his pajama pants, and then to my shock, he does something he’s never done before. Despite the fact that he just came in my mouth, that I can still taste him on my tongue, he grabs the back of my hair and leans forward to kiss me in the same instant that I feel Cayde push his still-hard, throbbing cock inside of me as the last ripples of his orgasm pass through him.
My body arches, the thrust of Cayde’s cock in my pussy and Dean’s tongue in my mouth sending another burst of pleasure through me, and I find myself kissing Dean back, my hand reaching up to trail through his hair as I arch onto Cayde’s cock, hips moving as I feel him slowly fucking me.
“Fuck, I want to come again,” Cayde groans. “I can’t stop myself from fucking you; this pussy is too fucking good. Holy shit, you’re so tight little Saint—” he grabs my hips as Dean keeps kissing me, and then I feel him start to fuck me in earnest, thrusting hard, as if he hadn’t just come seconds ago, his cum already coating my skin. The sensation of him filling me up, hard and solid, makes my body start to tense again, and I moan when Dean reaches down, careless of the fact that I’m sticky with Cayde’s cum, and starts to rub my clit.
“Oh god, I’m going to—” I moan it into Dean’s mouth, my body twisting and arching, grinding down onto Cayde’s cock as I feel another orgasm bubbling up, the sensation racing over my skin as he thrusts into me harder, his fingers digging almost painfully into my hips. As my pussy clenches down hard around him in yet another orgasm, I feel his cock swell and throb and hear the roar of pleasure that he makes as he fills me with his cum.
“My turn,” Dean says, his voice rough, and Cayde barely has a chance to slip out of me before Dean has replaced him, his cock slipping in a little more easily now, my pussy still wet with my own arousal and full of Cayde’s release. He grabs my legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he bends them back, and Cayde kneels next to my face, his half-hard cock in his fist.
“Clean me up while he fucks you, pet,” he growls. I obey without thinking, running my tongue over him as Dean slides in and out of me, thrusting in long, slow strokes that leave me panting and moaning, shudders of pleasure running over my skin as he pushes himself deep into me, groaning.
“I’m going to fucking come,” Dean pants. “I’m going to fill this pussy up until it’s overflowing, fuckingChrist, I’m going to come so hard—”
I feel him stiffen, the rush of heat as he thrusts into me again, his cum joining Cayde’s as he thrusts again and again, filling me as Cayde steps back, tucking himself back into his sweatpants as he watches Dean fuck me, his head thrown back with pleasure as he grips my calves.
Cayde and Dean both fall back onto the couch, and I know they’re not in any rush to untie me. I know they’re enjoying looking at me like that, in fact, enjoying seeing their cum dripping out of my red, well-fucked pussy, my skin flushed, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, my pussy and face, and breasts painted with their cum.
“You look fucking hot,” Cayde says, shaking his head as if he can’t quite believe what he’s looking at. “She’s a good fucking pet, isn’t she?”
Dean grins. “Yeah, I think she’ll do.”
I should hate that they’re talking about me as if I’m not even there, but I can’t quite bring myself to care. I feel lost in a haze of pleasure, and several moments pass before I finally lift my head, looking up at them both with narrowed eyes.
“Um, guys—can I go shower now?”
Jaxon
Ican’t wait to fucking move out of this house.
Whenever I come home lately, it seems like I can’t walk fucking anywhere without hearing Athena screaming out in pleasure because of something Cayde and/or Dean are doing to her. I’m glad that she’s not being forced anymore. Still, all it does is leave me in a constant tangle of frustration, anger, and arousal that are driving me slowly towards the edge of what feels like insanity.
I’ve been fighting more lately, just to get all of this out of my system, if nothing else. I don’t want to fuck anyone other than Athena—hell, I’m not even sure if I could get it up for anyone else, but I know that’s not an option. So the underground ring and violence is pretty much my only option—that and long drives on my motorcycle, just so I can get the hell out of there.
The house is mostly quiet when I get back, thankfully. I can hear the shower running somewhere in the house, but I just go to my room, getting into my own shower to wash off the sweat and specks of blood from the fight. I’m hoping that I’ve exhausted myself enough to actually get a decent night’s sleep tonight, but I know that’s not likely. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in what feels like months—or since Athena showed up here, anyway.
And tonight is no different. I finally fall asleep, but like every other night lately, I’m dreaming about Natalie—the same bloody, soul-crushing dreams that I can’t seem to escape. I want more than anything to wake up, but I don’t until I hear a sound like a door opening and something like footsteps that jolts me half awake.
There’s a feminine shape coming towards me in the darkness, and I’m not sure if I’m still dreaming or not. “Natalie?” I whisper groggily, and I see the shape flinch back, but it keeps walking towards me.