Her Cyborg Warriors. Grace Goodwin
about it, only continued to tend to me.
I was close to coming from just this, from his hands alone. A whimper escaped, this female knowing it wouldn’t be possible. Why was I okay with this? It made no sense. I was at war, my body and mind.
His hand lifted from me, then came down on my pussy in a sharp, wet slap.
I cried out and shook at the sting of it. My clit was on fire and almost painfully hard from the contact. My back arched, and I moaned as the bite of his pussy spanking morphed into the most delicious heat.
Holy shit, that was hot. How? I could feel it all. The sting of the sensual spanking, the way my body took it, loved it. Needed it.
“There are no thoughts, mate, nothing in your mind but my touch.” His palm cupped my tender flesh before he slid his finger back into me. I was so much wetter than before, no doubt my slick heat covered his hand.
“There is nothing in your mind but the way you feel. How beautiful you are in your pleasure, knowing we are witness to it. That we give it to you.”
Oh. That made sense. He wasn’t taking. He was giving. Or maybe I really, really didn’t want to think anymore. I’d done nothing but think and think and think in that damn prison cell. I was so tired of fighting the world. Fighting my fear. Fighting everything and everyone all the damn time.
I stopped fighting the pull of this woman’s body as a soft moan escaped her throat. She was like me, tired of thinking. She knew if she let go, she’d be safe with her mates. She knew with a level of certainty I had never experienced before—and I wanted that. Badly.
Hands on my parted thighs startled me. “Shh,” the other male said. He was between my splayed knees, touching me too. I felt his breath, then his tongue as he licked up my desire from my skin. Oh shit.
Two of them at once? Was I really going to do this? Was she? It wasn’t me. Right? This wasn’t me.
I’d never had two men touch me at the same time. I’d never considered it as something I’d like. But fuck me, I wanted them. I never wanted this to end.
The hand playing with my pussy moved away, and the air cooled my heated flesh.
Something hard slid over my folds, dipped inside me, then out before moving lower to my—
“Oh!” It was a butt plug, and he’d been coating it with my arousal. I cried out as the object was worked into my bottom. It stretched me, then slid easily into place since it had been well lubricated before I could tell them no. I’d never had anything there except in the first part of the dream. Not in real life. I shouldn’t like it, but now… now I didn’t want him to take it away. It felt so good. Oh my God, I had something in my ass, and I loved it.
She loved it. This body was on fire and eager for what came next.
“Good mate,” the one between my thighs said. “You are opening so beautifully, and we love how responsive you are. Soon we will fuck you together. You want two cocks, don’t you, mate?”
“Yes,” I moaned as a tongue flicked my clit. My hips rolled into the touch automatically, wanting more.
I wasn’t denied. I couldn’t describe what he was doing. His mouth, tongue and fingers were all on me, in me, pushing me to orgasm with ruthless skill. Tongue swirls and licks, mouth sucks and kisses, finger fucks and strokes. All of that happened while my back entrance was stretched and filled.
I was panting. Moaning. A hot, sweaty, glorious mess.
“I’m going to come,” I shouted. “Oh my God, it’s going to be so good.”
The mouth immediately moved away, and I reached out to grab his head and put him back.
“No, mate.” My nipples were pinched at the same time. Not harshly, but with enough pressure to redirect my focus but keep me hot.
I was lifted up and moved away from the heat at my back, but still seated on the first male’s spread thighs. I could feel him opening his pants behind my back, then I was raised once again, pulled closer to his hard body. I felt the thick prod of a cock at the entrance of my pussy as the male in front of me fondled my clit and used his fingers to spread the lips of my pussy open for that cock.
Oh, did I want to have that in me. I knew it was going to be big, bigger than anything I’d ever experienced before. And with the plug…
“Oh my God,” I moaned as he slowly lowered me. My feet didn’t touch the floor, and I was completely at his mercy. He didn’t fit, only opening me up about an inch. I wriggled and shifted, and I took a little more.
His hands gripped my waist and began to lift and lower me, slowly so that I had time to adjust to something so big.
When I was finally sitting upon his thighs once again, I was so full I could barely catch my breath.
“Lean forward,” the voice behind me said.
Blindly I set my hands on his knees, palms gripping the rough fabric. He must have opened his pants just enough to get his cock out. And into me. In this position, he settled a little deeper and I moaned.
“Open,” the second said, cupping my cheek with his palm, his thumb brushing over my lips, indicating exactly what he wanted. His touch was gentle, caressing my skin in a soothing way that contradicted the demanding tone of his voice.
I did as instructed, opening my mouth, and he guided me forward. Why was I letting him? This was insane. Having sex with a guy was one thing, but being ordered to suck the cock of another at the same time? Why did it make me so hot? Why did I want to please him? Since when did I make it a point to please a man?
I felt good though. Besides, with that cock deep inside me, I wanted to do as he demanded. I wanted to make him lose his mind. I needed them both to feel as good as I did—and I knew, through that strange psychic connection, that he needed me desperately, that he was aching and in pain. He had held himself back to see to my pleasure first.
Behind that desperation and physical lust? Longing. Adoration. Protection. Obsession. Love. I’d never felt anything like this before. My body rode the edge, greedy. On fire. My heart was exploding, the feelings so strong I cried out as I moved forward to claim what was mine, to seal our connection. We three.
I felt the heavy heat of him against my lips, and I licked the tip. The taste of his pre-cum burst on my tongue. Oh yes, he was aroused by me. That drop of essence was all mine, and he was giving it to me. I circled his hardness like an ice cream cone, then took it into my mouth. He was so big I couldn’t take all of him, but I tried to. I wanted to. My hips began to shift, ready to fuck the cock in my pussy.
I had two cocks in me. Mouth and pussy. This was like a porno, but I was no adult film star. I had two males who desired me and wanted me. I wasn’t being used. No, it oddly felt special, decadent. I was the center of these two males’ worlds, and they were the heart and soul of mine. They were pleasuring me as I was doing the same to them.
I only thought of them. Their needs. I felt them somehow. I knew exactly how much I meant to them. I sensed their pleasure and their lust. I could feel how beautiful I was to both of them. I felt worshipped. Adored. Needed. Protected.
No wonder they’d had me wait quietly, to clear my mind. They deserved my attention, and this connection between us, that I somehow knew was tied to the mysterious collar around my—her—neck, was important enough to be in this moment with them.
They spoke to me, deep murmurs of praise and dirty talk. I felt equally cherished and naughty as they slid their cocks in and out of my body, yet the encounter was so hot. I knew what was to come. I’d seen that in this dream. The claiming.
Either this wasn’t normal sex or I’d been doing it wrong. How could it be this incredible, this wild, this dirty and yet feel so good? I was going to come, but I couldn’t say it with my mouth full.
From one heartbeat to the next, I just let go, gave over to the pleasure,