Chapter 16
“Don’t you dare!”
Despite his grip, Thorn curled higher onto the seat, drawing up her feet, feeling the shivers as the composition of everything around her threatened to disintegrate. He was right, but giving in was wrong.
Dragging off that shirt had been the worst thing he could’ve done. She’d thought Fellen Zed was hot, well dalks were ugly as fuck above the neck, but below it...hells no. She couldn’t help staring at his chest and what ran lower...lower. The lines and ridges where muscle groups ran into each other, underneath each other, twisting. How they bunched and flexed while he held her or shifted his feet.
The scent of him.
She’d slipped her hand into her pants, and that was such a giveaway. Wetness met her fingers. She repressed a groan, was sure it came out as a whimper, and hugged her knees closer to her with her presently unoccupied arm. If she let go, she’d grab his pants.
“Go away!”
“Thorn.” Led sighed. “No.”
Was that a mean appraisal he’d swept over her? A lust-crazed one? That narrow gaze and the sternness of his mouth only fed her desires. Other things were rigid too.
He shook her head and said something but she was staring at his pants and the double bump beneath.
Two. Oh fuck.
She was diverting herself badly. Thorn tried to shake off his hand but failed and glared up at the man...dalk.
“Girl, how dare you stare at my dicks and lick that mouth and then say no. Insufferable. I can’t...”
She closed her eyes but reached out and grabbed, found her hand on one of his cocks, let it drift down the fabric and find the other. Big. Huge in fact. Far too big for her.
“You want it. Say it.”
She sobbed but didn’t let go and surely felt it swell against her palm. “I don’t.” Her jaw clenched and unclenched. “It’s just –”
“Open your eyes.”
Then her hand was pushed aside as he yanked down his pants. She heard him kick them off. At that her eyes did pop open.
There they were – the largest cocks she’d ever seen. Not that she’d seen many...
“Now open your mouth.” He palmed her jaw and urged her to do so with his thumb pressing at her teeth.
“I bite,” she babbled as his thumb slipped between her molars and then onto her tongue –wedging her mouth open, unless she bit off his thumb.
“Not today you won’t.”
She wanted to protest, to say this wasn’t how to stop her cycling. That it was even more wrong and immoral than plain sex, but the feel of his hand on her mouth and in her hair, then the cram of his cock head between her lips, removed all thought of doing anything except taking in this object.
The second cock had seemed bigger, and she felt it slide beneath her jaw.
Already she was cursed with a relentless and deep ache within. Inside, where her hand had been shoved. Pretending was futile. She kinda sorta definitely liked this.
Call this what it was.
This cock. This dick, that promised to fill the right places in her needs.
A male fucking a female. If wrong she was about to be the wrongest of the wrong. She pushed her fingers into herself as he began to rock, making her splutter. The sluice of wetness below let her fingers go far inside, effortlessly.
Thorn moaned.
Only the tip of the head would fit in her mouth. It was enough to tide her over. The taste of a male caused a reaction that lulled her.
“That’s it,” he added soothingly. “Fuck, yes. Wait until I get both of them in you.”
She garbled a negative and tried to look up. His hand slid over her eyes.
“Shhh. Remember me as Ledderik. Don’t look. Let me fuck your mouth a while.” He grunted, thrusting the barest part of the head in and out.
Did her eyes roll upward? Did she moan? The sensations overtook all thought and she found herself pressed to the seat with him over her while he mouth-fucked her, with her head fastened to the upholstery by his grasp on jaw and hair.
Her fingers worked faster between her legs.
She was close to coming when he pulled away and picked her up by the waist, turned her so she kneeled on the seat.
Thorn grabbed the back of it and hung on as Led stripped her pants to below her knees. He prodded those two cocks at her rear.
“Let me into that cunt and that fucking tight little ass,” he growled at her ear, still searching, prodding. The wet noises advertised how ready she was for him. “Those dirty slippery holes. You want it. You want them both, don’t you.”
Rhetorical but... Gods, she did, and she bowed her head and stuck her ass higher in the air, inviting his invasion.
The first cock found her, and her entrance squeezed in at that first poke and withdrawal.
“Cunt,” he grunted. His hand followed, smearing juices, a finger worming into her asshole.
“No!” Until...until, it started to feel good. Surely no. Was this the siren part of her, affecting her, making things better than they...
He shoved at her, oh yes, fuck yes, and she reached down to her clit, only to meet his fingers there, circling, massaging, doing things that made her grunt and grasp his wrist.
Then the second cock breached her below and went into her ass. The tip was pushing at that hole, and he’d pause and stop and try again. It shouldn’t be possible but that lower circle dilated as he forged a little further in, sliding, cramming. They’d seemed far too large, far too large, and Thorn whimpered, squirming, wondering if she should say...something.
“That’s it.” He slid further into her, properly in.
Her muscles pulsed as they accommodated him and stretched.
Her swear words were said quietly, insignificantly, because really, this was becoming glorious the longer he stayed inside her.
“More,” she murmured, waiting for him to push.
“Good,” he muttered and moved closer, pressing, pushing. His body over her, his legs caging her in. No escape but she cared not one iota.
Nothing mattered except the feel of those two cocks, spearing deep, parting her, taking.
This was possession.
When he stopped again, he seemed much too far into her, his body way too close. His breathing was staccato and heating her neck.
“There.” He butted at her again and the sounds she made were impossibly joyful.
How could she like this?
But she did. Thorn, arching neck and spine, choked out another whimper. She clawed at the seat, hung on. “More.” Her muscles clamped down hard. Her panting was embarrassingly loud. “Please. More.”
His answer was blatted away by a roar and sunlight streamed in, an assault on her eyes.
The machine-like pulse of a projectile gun on automatic reached her just as she yelped and turned her head, only to be overwhelmed by sound that rang in her ears and blasted fragments and hot air across her bared ass.
In that same instant, Led had wrenched loose from her – both cocks. Her ouch and string of expletives was barely said before the ex-cyborg had picked her up and jumped from the coach. The torn and twisted wall of the coach passed her by as he leapt to the ground. Something had ripped it open. A monster claw perhaps.
They landed on something hard and rolled off. She gaped, spat dust, and tried to figure out where was up and where was safety.
“Stay down, Thorn!” he yelled.
She stayed. Ass bare, disorientated, she still knew a battle when she was dumped into one. Hurriedly, she yanked up her pants.
Where they’d landed, a man-shaped thing flailed crooked limbs that criss-crossed in a way no human limbs could. It scrambled upright before them, and brought up a weapon, aiming it at Thorn.
Led kicked the mechanoid while snatching away the gun. He shot the gun’s previous owner three times. The blast booted it away and sent it tumbling into the street, skidding, rolling, to a stop.
What was happening here?
In her near vicinity, the dust and shrapnel began to waver and rise.
Another wave of siren allure was incoming.
“Led? Led!”
And Led looked as alarmed as he could with a face full of dalk teeth.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, as her mind began that endless spiral into an orgy of...
“Don’t be.” He shoved something into her mouth. “Swallow.”