So would this dick be in, soon. Ha-ha.
Sitting up and off my heels, I maneuvered it into place between my spread thighs. Protesting any longer would only make the doctor do something to me he’d love, something I’d be dubious over and possibly screaming over too.
I rose and pulled it closer, snuggled it into the spot where my entrance lay, then slowly let myself descend. The thing kept going and going until I was sure I’d never take it all. I shut my eyes and wriggled. The natural wetness was more than enough. I heard footsteps and found the doctor had approached.
He placed his hands on my shoulders.
Hey.” I sucked in my lip and frowned up at him, nervously.
“Just a little help.” He shoved, I guess gently, for him, and my butt sank another inch. I gasped and slammed my palms on the floor. “No. More. Fuck.”
“Mmmm. Good,” he said to me, rumbling words above. “Now make yourself come.”
I shuddered, from his deep voice saying that so intimately and from the dragon dick. Without looking, I moved the knob into the spot for my clit, checked the needle would be out of its way, then I found the button and pressed.
The rumble was nice but was there more?
“Press again to get more power.” That was the doctor.
I pressed, pressed, pressed again. The thing roared to life, shaking my clit enough to make me bow forward, one hand clawed into my thigh, while the other wanted to hold the floor but that knob was diabolical.
Hurriedly, I adjusted its touch, gargled a weird noise, found my legs were shaking. What the men were doing, I had no idea. My head was full of buzz, my core was molten with that rumble rattling through to my body.
I found the presence of mind to grab my breast and play with my nipple, soon I was making small choking gasps with every breath and jerking rhythmically as my thumb worked at my breast and the dragon dick gobbled on my clit. The needle there, I had managed to avoid it.
I swore then gave a last strangled sound. My breathing seized up. My pussy walls clamped onto the dick, hard, as if refusing to let it go.
I smooshed the device closer, willing it to meld it to my flesh. Still shaking, still jamming it on, I hurtled into a climax. My mind blanked and fractured within an ecstasy where I tried to hold the thing to myself for just a little longer—longer, longer, until I broke and released it, and sucked in much-needed air as I held myself off the floor with my planted hand.
I was too stimulated to do more than flop sideways. The dildo’s weight made it slip from me enough to break the contact and tumble out…else I might have self-combusted.
I found myself subsiding into Cassius’s arms while he whispered sweet nothings. He bit me, gently, and nuzzled my neck while the doctor began to remove the needles. I winced through the last few, especially when he extracted the clit needle.
Cleaned up, and with my limbs and pussy aching from the sex, from the taser too, perhaps, I lay sprawled on the floor with the men and on a blanket. We were a bundle of warmth and softness, male bodies, and the pungent scents of sex, as well as the cleansing soap. We were intertwined as if never to be untangled. I could hope, couldn’t I?
A bed would be nicer, but none of us was willing to move, yet.
I knew my hope was stupid, knew it then, knew it more that night in bed when I had time for regrets and thinking. The sex, I didn’t really regret that. Except, none of us could trust the other, not when bad things happened to those who were dumb and forgot to think things through.
I didn’t even have a friend to call to wrench me out of here if it went south. Only me.
I was falling asleep thinking that—only me.
“I promise to let you into the Inner Sanctum, to learn, starting tomorrow.”
He would what? “Oh.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Both of you can come.”
21
CHARITY
At midday, the doctor unlocked the Inner Sanctum door and let us both pass him while he held it open. Going up the stairs with permission to be here was so very odd.