Need their touch
Need their touch
"No.. no- no, no, I'm sorry.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry please.. I didn't mean it, I'm sorry! Please I—" my begging grew louder, only showing how terrified and weak I had become. My chest heaved with shallow breaths, my voice cracked and trembling as the panic consumed every inch of my body. "Please I'll be good.. please.. I'm sorry I won't do it again I'm sorry I'm—"
Tears blurred my vision, and the pounding in my head echoed louder with every second. My begging and panicked state only grew worse by the second, which made me so dizzy to the point I was on the verge of passing out. My limbs trembled, and my thoughts scattered like broken glass. It wasn't until he pulled me tighter onto his lap and against his chest that I even thought about calming down. His firm hold, though intense, grounded me in a way that reminded me I was no longer alone in that suffocating spiral.
While I slowly gained my thoughts back and calmed down slightly, he took that as the chance to take my muzzle off to help me breathe better. The cool air hit my lips and I gasped, drawing in shaky, desperate breaths. He released his very calming scent and I immediately shoved my face into his neck, letting it wrap around me like a warm blanket. The tension in my shoulders eased just enough for me to stay present.
"I got it taken care of," a strong voice spoke. I looked over as Xavier walked through the room and his gaze softened when he saw me. The stern lines of his face eased into something gentle, something rare. My breath hitched as my hand rose itself, reaching out for my other mate. He seemed a bit taken back by it but didn't refuse me and grabbed my arm, pulling me halfway on him also, making me once again between the two.
There was a fragile comfort in being surrounded like this, a bittersweet feeling of safety that clashed with all the fear and confusion still swirling inside me. I felt comfort from them even if they had hurt me before. "I'm.. I'm sorry I won't do it again.." My voice wavered, cracking under the weight of my guilt.
A forced whimper left my lips and I could feel my whole body submitting to them both out of fear and comfort. There was no resistance left, only the aching desire to be accepted, to be safe.
"Calm down my sweet little puppy. It's not your fault, we should have been more careful."
Xavier’s words filled me with reassurance, especially due to the fact he was so strict and stern I rarely got to see him like this. He wasn’t one to offer softness easily, but when he did, it had the power to melt through my defenses. I leaned up and pecked him on the lips, but obviously should have known it wouldn't stop there. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to face him as my back was now against Winston’s chest. Their touches weren’t just possessive, they were grounding, confusing, and overwhelming in the way only a bond could be.
His lips suctioned to mine, leaving me wanting nothing but his and Winston’s touch and praise. As the kiss got deeper, Winston’s fingers slowly began to trace themselves up my stomach until they hit my chest, roughly teasing and playing with the sensitive skin. The stimulation felt so pleasurable it was almost unbearable in my fragile state, making it hard to think or speak.
They didn't make me wear the many layers that they wore, but they also did not put me in the type of revealing clothing that all the other dragon shifters here wore. Most of my clothes I had were their first layer of clothing, which is like an oversized shirt on me, and then I normally would wear shorts that couldn't be seen or baggy sweatpants, like the ones I was now wearing. I had shorts on earlier but I believe they put me in sweatpants so nobody got a glance of my bare legs. But that wasn't what I was concerned about at the moment.
Xavier’s tongue forced itself inside of my mouth, exploring around as if it had a mind of its own. I moaned and squirmed around, unsure if it was from panic, confusion, or something else entirely. Xavier’s hands found their way lower while Winston slid through my pants, pausing when he reached the most vulnerable part of me. Once the fingers made their way, they stayed there, not entering. He rubbed his fingers right at the entrance, but never pushing inside. My hips began moving on their own while Xavier kept his hand still, denying me the release I was instinctively chasing.
I tried to get some friction but both of their hands forced my hips down, leaving me unable to do anything. Their control over my body felt absolute.
"Are you mad at me..?"
"Well, that isn't exactly the word I would use to describe it, but," he paused, taking in my scent before impulsively reattaching himself to my plump lips. I whimpered from his sudden movement but gave in, desperate for anything. The tension in my stomach twisted into knots. He pulled away once again which gave me the chance to speak.
"Am I going to get punished?" I asked shakily, afraid of what their answer would be, already knowing it.
"This is your punishment.. kitten."
Winston’s hot breath against my ear made my whole body shudder the best it could, mainly because I was still being held down. His words were a mix of affection and dominance, and they made my heart beat faster. "I want to cum.." I whined, needy for their touch. I could smell both of their arousals skyrocket stronger than before, and at this point I think it was almost impossible for them to be holding back.