16
Naked, unable to see, and bound to the bedposts by my wrists, I struggled against my silky restraints. However, even though the fabric they were made from was nearly weightless, they held fast.
“All right. If one of you doesn't touch me again right this second, I swear to God I’ll kill you both.”
After the last time that Mason had spoken near my ear, I’d felt all hands withdraw from my body, maddeningly. Now, they’d remained gone for at least ten seconds, plenty long enough to frustrate me into making my threat. Obviously, Mason and Alex had decided to start the “torture” part of my “new sexual experience.” However, in response to my threat, instead of touching me again, the only thing I felt was Mason’s warm breath as he chuckled quietly near my ear and then spoke just as quietly.
“Hm. What an interesting threat. Now, tell me how, exactly, a mere human woman would kill two were-dragons.”
Realistically, I supposed that she couldn’t and wouldn’t, although I certainly wasn’t about to say this and underscore Mason’s point about just how comparatively weak I was as a “mere human woman.” I may have been involved in what was currently happening to the point that I barely remembered what Alex had told me the night before, barely remembered my own name even; but a tiny little part of me was working hard to remember that Mason was supposedly dangerous somehow and could and would kill me. And I didn’t really want to remind him of just how easily he could do that.
So, I decided to simply play off my little threat like a joke. “How, exactly, would a ‘mere human woman’ kill two were-dragons? Well, just keep your hands off me for another few seconds, Mason, and you might find out. I think I’ll start first by tying the two of you up. Then, we’ll move on to a few dropkicks to each of your midsections. I don't think either of you realize just how powerful a ‘mere human woman’ can be when she’s extremely sexually frustrated.”
Mason chuckled. “Well, now I’m really scared. To the point that maybe we should move on before we frustrate you any further.”
“Yes, maybe ‘we’ should. And you can start by moving one of your hands where it was before, if that was you.”
“Oh, you mean when I had my hand right about here?”
I suddenly felt long, strong fingers brushing across my slick pussy lips, and I sighed, arching my back. “Yes, that’s it. Right there. But, like I said before…maybe move your fingers a little more toward the center. I have a certain little spot that’s getting a little desperate for some direct stimulation.”
Mason, who I sensed was on his side beside me, chuckled again and moved his fingers a little higher up, almost to my lower stomach. “Oh, you mean this little spot right here?”
“Oh my gosh. Don’t be so clueless.”
He walked his fingers over to the side of my hip and began slowly stroking my bare skin. “Oh, sorry. That was my mistake. But now I think I’ve found that certain little spot of yours.”
Gritting my teeth in frustration, I just remained silent for a long moment. “You know, Mason…I do find you funny sometimes, but right now, I'm finding you the least funny person of all time. Oh!”
Someone had suddenly found my clit, and not only that, but they’d also simultaneously slid what felt like maybe two fingers inside of me. If I’d had to hazard a guess, I would have guessed that a thumb was on my throbbing clit, and this thumb was connected to the same hand that the fingers were. I just didn’t know whose hand it was. However, within a second or two, after my gasp had turned into a loud moan of pleasure, I became reasonably sure who was touching me when I heard what I was pretty sure was Alex’s voice near my ear.
“How about that? Is that the right spot?”
He began slowly pulling his fingers out of my pussy and then sliding them back in again, each time bumping my clit with his thumb. I responded to this action with a series of moans, grinding my head back into the pillows.
“Oh, that's perfect. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t, and soon, he added an additional little twist on the move he was doing. Seeming to curl his fingers, he began briefly rubbing or tickling some spot inside of me each time he pulled his fingers out. This sensation was new to me, because the spot being tickled was a spot I’d never even known I had. I guessed that it was what I’d heard called the G-spot, although I’d certainly never had it touched before. I definitely would have remembered the experience, because the sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before in my life. Intensely pleasurable, although not in the exact same way as having my clit stroked, it was a sensation that rendered me completely speechless, only able to communicate in gasps, moans, and sighs.
When I soon felt a firm, warm mouth on one of my stiffened nipples, a warm mouth that I was pretty sure was Mason’s, my gasps and sighs became cries of increasing pleasure. If things went on the way they were, I knew I was going to reach a climax within a minute. However, as I usually did, I wanted to climax while feeling something a little thicker than fingers inside of me. I wanted to feel either Alex or Mason thrusting into my depths while the other pleasured me in some other way. When I spoke, though, my request wasn’t quite as articulate.
“Please...one of you. I need one of you to put your cock inside of me. And the other one of you…please just…please do something else to me. I don’t even…I don’t even know what.”
I suddenly couldn’t speak anymore, because a warm, firm, hungry mouth was now on mine, kissing me with such intensity that I saw stars on the inside of my silky blindfold. By scent, I could tell that the man kissing me was Alex, although the fact that he was kissing me didn’t seem to impair the coordination of what he was doing with his fingers in the least. He continued on with his stroking and tickling, rapidly increasing my desperate need.
Beside me, I could feel Mason moving around on the bed, but moving around to do what, I had no earthly clue. By the feel of the mattress soon sinking in one particular spot, it almost felt like he was getting up on his knees, right up near my face. I now had a little idea of what he was going to do, or was at least hoping to do; and to my surprise, my astonishment actually, I realized that I badly wanted him to. I needed him to. I wanted his hard cock in my mouth. It was astonishing to me just because I’d never really enjoyed this particular activity with Kevin or any of my other exes before. In fact, I’d always made excuses to avoid it. But then again, I’d never been as aroused with any of my exes as I was currently with Mason and Alex. Not even remotely.
Alex soon broke our kiss, removed his fingers from my pussy, and began repositioning himself on the bed how Mason had done. However, instead of moving up near my face, he was between my legs, gently spreading them even further apart with a low growl. Wanting to grab his hips and pull him toward me, I instinctively went to move my hands; but of course, I found that I couldn’t. My silky restraints were still holding firm. I was so desperate to be filled by a rock-hard cock by this point, though, that I felt like I could shred the restraints with just a few good tugs, so I tried.
“Just let me grab on to you, Alex. I just can’t wait any longer.”
Not only did my tugs not shred the restraints like I’d thought might happen, but I actually only seemed to tighten them somehow. It didn’t even matter. I didn’t need my hands to grab Alex’s hips to try to pull him toward me in an attempt to hasten him entering me. No sooner had I said that I couldn’t wait any longer than I felt him slide his long, thick pole into me, which he did with a long, low groan from someplace so deep in his chest that I felt the vibrations from it beneath me on the bed.
I groaned loudly myself, with the sound tapering off into a whimper of gratitude at my desperate desire finally being met. “Yes. Yes, Alex.”
Feeling to me as if he were on his knees, he began thrusting into my slick pussy, grunting, with his hands on my bent legs. At about the same time, I felt something extremely firm and warm slowly brush against my mouth, and I could tell that this something extremely firm and warm was not another mouth. This something that I’d felt had had a little too much heft to it, a little too much weight. I’d been able to feel this during just the brief couple of moments that this something had come into contact with my mouth, or maybe I’d even more simply sensed it. At any rate, I knew exactly what this something was, and I wanted it, but I knew that maybe the owner of this something was waiting for some particular sign from me before brushing his hefty, weighty something over my mouth once again.
So, still on my back, with my breasts slowly and rhythmically bouncing from Alex’s deep, powerful thrusts, I turned my face in the direction of where I sensed Mason was positioned on his knees. “I want to taste your cock, Mason. I want to feel it in my mouth.”
A low growl was his immediate response to this. I then felt him shifting his position slightly, movement that was accompanied by some near-inaudible noise against the headboard, maybe him bracing his hands against it. The moment I felt his warm heft against my mouth again, I flicked out my tongue and gave it a few slow licks, prompting a string of half-groaned, half-spoken, almost unintelligible curse words from Mason. This was all the encouragement I needed to wrap my mouth around his granite-hard girth, moaning while I did so, because the act had seemed to suddenly intensify the pleasure I was feeling at Alex’s deep thrusts. Or maybe my pleasure had intensified because he had suddenly increased the pace of his thrusts. I wasn’t even really sure. All I knew was that with one large, beyond-stiffened shaft very slowly sliding along my tongue, and another one sliding in and out of my slick pussy below, I was experiencing erotic pleasure like I’d never dreamed was possible before.
The fact that I was still completely restrained, essentially powerless, only added to this extreme pleasure, as did the fact that I couldn’t even see because of the dark, silky blindfold still covering my eyes. This temporary blindness seemed like it had intensified all my other senses, too, from my hearing, to my touch, my taste, and my sense of smell. It was that last sense that seemed to be the most intensified. With him so close to me, kneeling by my side and kind of leaning over my face with his hands on the headboard from what I could sense, Mason’s scent wafted into my nostrils the strongest I’d ever smelled it. It probably helped that he was sweating a bit, which I just sensed that he was, just based on the fact that his scent held the faint tang of salt. However, what it smelled like most was woodsy, mossy, earth, like Alex’s scent. But, despite this top-note similarity, Mason’s scent was markedly different on the whole. Beneath the woods and earth, a citrus sweetness was prominent, and beneath that, there was a subtle hint of something spicy that made me think of cloves.
Taken in parts, specifically the last two, Mason’s scent might have struck me as almost vaguely feminine. However, with all parts together, blended with a faint muskiness that seemed to be emanating primarily from the part of his body gliding across my tongue, his scent was one hundred percent masculine. It was something even beyond that, though I wasn’t even sure what. Maybe it was hyper-male. Although maybe my perception of his masculinity was getting a sizable bump from the fact that his thick, granite-hard manhood was currently in my mouth.
With slow, measured thrusts that were decisive without being at all rough, he pleasured himself, grunting, while bringing me pleasure at the same time. Somewhere a bit further down on the bed, Alex continued on with the faster pace of his thrusts, clutching my bent legs to his muscular chest now. And in the end, that was what sent me tumbling over the edge. Just me picturing how he looked doing what he was doing to me, and then just picturing the whole erotic scene with the three of us all together. It also crossed my mind that Alex had full view of the very intimate act that Mason and I were engaged in, and he could see and hear how much I was enjoying it. It also crossed my mind that Mason could see how deeply and rapidly Alex was sliding his thick pole in and out of my slickness, and he could also see me eagerly lift my hips a degree or two each and every time Alex drove his considerable length into me.
Having reached the pinnacle of pleasure, I announced my climax with a cry so loud that it startled even me. Suddenly, probably not wanting my ecstasy to lead to an accidental bite of his cock, Mason wasn’t inside of my mouth anymore. Alex, however, was thrusting into me the hardest and deepest he had yet, bringing me a new wave of mind-bending bliss with each powerful stroke. Thrashing against my silky restraints, I cried out several more times, with my cries eventually just becoming the word yes, yelled at practically the top of my lungs. By my third or fourth yes, Alex was spilling his hot spunk inside of me with a growl.
By the time he rolled off of me and Mason rolled on, hiking my legs up on his shoulders, I was starting to think that a round-two climax was in store for me, and I wasn’t wrong. With Alex’s hands kneading and stroking my breasts, and Mason thrusting into me with loud growls, grunts, and groans, it wasn’t long before I reached a blissful peak once more.
Afterward, thoroughly satisfied, I struggled to catch my breath, not knowing that all this morning satisfaction was going to have to last me for a long, long while.