Chapter 109 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 14

Chapter 109 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 14

The one beneath me groaned louder, his hips pounding into me with more force, and my body shook from the impact. My breasts bounced against his chest, my hair clinging to my sweaty face as I sobbed out moans. The one behind me added a second finger, pushing it in slowly, stretching me wider.
I gasped loudly, my whole body jerking at the sudden pressure. The burn made tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but instead of pulling away, I found myself pushing back against him. The more he scissored his fingers apart, stretching me, the more the pleasure began to bloom under the sting. My moans grew higher, louder, desperate.
“Ahhh—please,” I cried, not even knowing what I was begging for. My hips moved on their own, grinding down against the one beneath me while pushing back on the fingers behind me. I was caught in the middle, being taken from both ends, and it felt too much—too much but not enough.
The one beneath me groaned like a wild animal, slamming up into me so deep I thought I would split apart. The other chuckled darkly, his fingers thrusting in and out, working me open, making wet sounds that echoed in the quiet air. “Look at you,” he whispered against my ear, his tongue tracing the shell. “So greedy. You want us both, don’t you?”
My face burned hot, but I couldn’t lie, not even in my head. The thought of them both inside me at once made my body clench so tight I cried out. My wetness gushed down my thighs, soaking the one beneath me as he pounded into me relentlessly.
I shook all over, my body jerking and trembling, my voice breaking into helpless cries of pleasure. My vision blurred from the intensity, my nails scraping down his shoulders as I tried to hold onto something—anything—while they both drove me higher and higher.
It felt endless. The stretch, the fullness, the way they controlled every part of me. My body wasn’t my own anymore—it was theirs, completely theirs.
They both pulled out at the same time, leaving me so empty I whimpered out loud. My body clenched, my entrance fluttering like it was begging to be filled again. I was shaking already, my thighs quivering, my chest heaving, my hair sticking to my sweaty face.
Then I felt it—the blunt, hard tip of the one behind me pressing firmly against my other hole, the one no one had ever touched before except his fingers. I gasped and my whole body froze, trembling in both fear and desperate want. At the same time, the one beneath me angled his hips and pushed his thick cock back into my soaked entrance, stretching me wide again.
I cried out at the double sensation, my hands gripping hard onto the shoulders beneath me for support.
“Relax,” the one behind me murmured, his voice like velvet in my head. His large hands spread across my hips, holding me steady as he pressed in slowly, carefully, giving me no choice but to open up for him. The other groaned deeply as he sank into me too, bottoming out with a heavy, full stretch that made my entire body quiver.
Inch by inch, they filled me together. My walls strained around them, both holes stretched so wide I thought I might break, tears stinging my eyes. I buried my face in the neck of the fae beneath me, muffling my cries as they sank deeper and deeper until finally—finally—they were both fully inside.
I could barely breathe. I felt stuffed, stretched, completely owned. My body pulsed around them both, clenching helplessly, my thighs shaking from the pressure. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but they weren’t from pain. It was too much, too good, too overwhelming.
The one behind me leaned down, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear, his voice a dark purr. “Every part of you belongs to us now. Body, mind, and soul.”
I sobbed at his words, my heart hammering so wildly I thought it would burst. My whole body trembled as I whispered a broken, breathless, “Yes…”
They stayed buried inside me for a moment, letting me adjust, letting me feel just how completely they filled me. My core throbbed, clenching tighter around them both, making them groan in unison. I could feel the heat of them pulsing inside me, alive and overwhelming.
And then—they moved.
The one beneath me thrust up slowly, dragging his cock along my sensitive walls, making me gasp. The one behind me pulled back almost all the way, then pushed back in with a deep, steady force that made me cry out.
I arched my back, my breasts bouncing with every movement, my body caught between them. My nails dug into the shoulders beneath me, leaving red marks on his skin as the fae behind me spread me even wider.
They started to find a rhythm. One pushed in as the other pulled out, filling me, stretching me, over and over again. The sensation was like fire and lightning at the same time, too much and not enough, making my cries grow louder with every thrust. My body shook, slick wetness pouring out of me, dripping down my thighs, soaking the one beneath me as he groaned in hunger.
Every thrust made me scream, my voice breaking in raw pleasure. My body didn’t feel like my own anymore—it belonged to them, just like they said. Every part of me was theirs, filled, stretched, trembling.
And I loved it.