Chapter 82 Lost a bet to my two Husband
Nyxara
I had lost a stupid bet to Eryx and Azrael the night before, and now, as the morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, I regretted every teasing word I'd thrown their way.
The door creaked open, and there they were, both carrying bags that clinked with promise—or threat, depending on how you looked at it. Toys. They weren't joking about collecting on the wager.
My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of nerves and that undeniable spark of excitement igniting low in my belly.
'What the...' I started, my voice trailing off as I sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around my waist. I was already naked from the night before, my skin still flushed from dreams I couldn't quite remember but felt in every tingling inch of me.
'It's okay,' Eryx rumbled, his rough voice like gravel scraping over silk, sending an involuntary shiver racing down my spine. He dropped the bag on the floor with a thud, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that dominant intensity that always made my knees weak. 'Just lay down on the bed and spread your legs for us.'
I swallowed hard, my body obeying before my mind could catch up. I scooted back against the pillows, lowering myself flat on the mattress, the cool sheets brushing against my bare back.
Slowly, deliberately, I parted my thighs, exposing myself completely to their gaze. The air felt thick, charged, as my pussy already started to ache with needy anticipation, a faint wetness gathering between my folds.
They moved in unison, stripping off their shirts first. Eryx's broad chest came into view, muscles rippling under tanned skin marked with faint scars from battles long past.
Azrael followed, his movements graceful, almost regal, revealing a body sculpted like a god—lean yet powerful, his skin glowing with an otherworldly sheen that made him look utterly majestic.
Then the pants. Eryx shoved his down roughly, his thick cock springing free, already half-hard and veined, curving upward with blatant hunger.
Azrael was more measured, sliding his off to reveal his long, straight shaft, elegant even in its arousal, the head flushed and glistening slightly.
Holy moon goddess, they were both so fucking hot it stole my breath. My nipples hardened into tight peaks, and I shifted my hips, unable to stop the subtle arch of my back as desire pooled hot and insistent in my core.
Eryx stepped closer first, his rough hand trailing up my calf, squeezing the muscle there before pushing my leg wider.
'We're cuffing you, Nyxara,' he growled, his voice low and commanding. 'Remember to use your safe words if it gets too much. Red to stop, yellow to slow.'
Azrael nodded, his majestic features softening just a fraction as he leaned over me, his lips brushing my forehead in a surprisingly tender kiss. The contrast sent a jolt straight to my clit, making it throb.
'We want this to be good for you,' he murmured, his voice smooth like velvet, before pulling back to rummage in the bag.
They worked quickly, attaching soft leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Eryx secured my arms above my head to the headboard, the click of the buckles echoing in the quiet room.
Azrael handled my legs, spreading them to the bedposts at the foot, leaving me splayed open, vulnerable, my pussy lips parting slightly with the stretch. I tugged experimentally, the restraints holding firm but not painfully so—just enough to make me feel owned, exposed, utterly at their mercy.
'Look at you,' Eryx said, his eyes raking over my body, lingering on the way my breasts rose and fell with quick breaths, then down to where my thighs trembled. He knelt between my legs, his calloused palms sliding up my inner thighs, thumbs brushing so close to my slick folds but not quite touching. 'Already wet for us. You want this bad, don't you?'
I bit my lip, nodding, my voice coming out in a needy whimper. 'Yes... please...'
Azrael chuckled softly from my side, pulling out a sleek vibrator from the bag—long and curved, with a bulbous head designed to hit just right. He flicked it on, the low buzz filling the air, and trailed it lightly over my collarbone, down between my breasts.
The vibrations teased my skin, making me squirm against the cuffs. 'Patience, love,' he said, his free hand cupping one breast, thumb circling the nipple until it pebbled even harder.
Eryx didn't wait for patience. He dove in, his rough tongue lapping flat against my pussy, from entrance to clit in one long, firm stroke. I gasped, hips bucking up as far as the restraints allowed, the sensation electric.
He groaned against me, the vibration of his voice adding to the pleasure, before he sucked my clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.
'Fuck, Eryx!'
My hands strained against the cuffs, wanting to tangle in his hair, but I couldn't. All I could do was take it, the needy ache building as he devoured me, his tongue thrusting inside me now, fucking me with wet, insistent laps.
Azrael leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue mirroring Eryx's rhythm below. I moaned into him, tasting the faint salt of his skin, my body arching as he pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
The vibrator joined the fray, pressing against my other breast, the buzz shooting straight to my core.
They traded off seamlessly, Azrael pulling back to watch Eryx work me over, his majestic eyes dark with lust. 'She's dripping,' Azrael observed, voice husky.
He slid the vibrator lower, teasing it along my inner thigh while Eryx continued his assault, two thick fingers now plunging into my pussy, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside.
I was a mess already, panting and writhing, the cuffs biting into my wrists as pleasure coiled tight. 'More... gods, I need more...'
Eryx lifted his head, lips shiny with my arousal, a smirk on his face. 'Greedy little thing.'
He pulled his fingers out, slick and glistening, and smeared them over my clit before standing. His cock was fully hard now, thick and demanding, and he stroked it once, twice, eyes never leaving mine.
Azrael positioned the vibrator at my entrance, pushing it in slowly, inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, the vibrations humming deep inside me, making my walls clench around it.
He twisted it, angling the curve to press against my g-spot, and I keened, the sound raw and desperate.
'That's it,' Azrael encouraged, his hand pumping the toy in shallow thrusts while his other hand freed his own cock, stroking it languidly. 'Take it for us.'
Eryx climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, his knees pinning my arms down further. His cock hovered near my face, heavy and hot.
'Open up,' he ordered, and I did, tongue darting out to lick the precum from the tip. He groaned, thrusting forward to fill my mouth, the salty taste flooding my senses as I sucked eagerly, hollowing my cheeks.
They found a rhythm—Azrael fucking me with the vibrator, slow and deep, building the pressure until my thighs quivered; Eryx sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, his rough hands gripping my hair to control the pace.
I gagged a little when he went deeper, but the fullness, the helplessness, only made me wetter, the needy whines muffled around him.
Azrael sped up, the toy buzzing relentlessly, his free hand slipping between my legs to rub tight circles over my clit. Stars burst behind my eyelids as the orgasm crashed over me, my body convulsing, pussy spasming around the vibrator.
I screamed around Eryx's cock, the vibrations making him curse and thrust harder.
He pulled out just in time, stroking himself furiously as hot cum splashed across my breasts, marking me. 'Fuck, yes,' he panted, watching me come down, chest heaving.
Azrael withdrew the toy, setting it aside, and moved up my body, his majestic form looming as he uncuffed one of my ankles, then the other, only to reposition my legs over his shoulders.
'My turn,' he said, aligning his cock with my soaked entrance.
He pushed in with one smooth thrust, filling me completely, his length hitting deeper than the toy ever could. I wrapped my freed legs around him, pulling him closer, still cuffed at the wrists but desperate to feel every inch.
He fucked me steadily, hips snapping forward, his hand reaching up to tweak my nipple while Eryx watched, recovering, his rough fingers tracing lazy patterns over my cum-slicked skin.
'Harder,' I begged, voice hoarse from sucking Eryx off.
Azrael obliged, pounding into me, the bed creaking under us. Eryx leaned in, licking his own release from my breast before sucking the nipple clean, the dual sensations overwhelming.
Azrael's pace faltered, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. 'So tight... you're perfect,' he murmured, burying himself deep as he came, flooding me with warmth that made my oversensitive pussy flutter.
He pulled out, collapsing beside me, and Eryx was there in an instant, flipping me onto my side despite the wrist cuffs. He entered me from behind, rough and unrelenting, his arm banding around my waist to hold me steady.
Azrael faced me, kissing me deeply, his hand dipping between us to rub my clit again.
The second orgasm built faster, fueled by their combined touches—Eryx's cock slamming into me, stretching me anew, Azrael's fingers skilled and precise.
I shattered again, clenching around Eryx until he followed, grunting as he emptied inside me, mixing with Azrael's release.
We lay tangled, breaths mingling, the cuffs finally unlocked as they freed my wrists. I felt spent, sated, every needy inch of me humming with aftershocks.
'Best bet I ever lost,' I whispered, earning chuckles from both.
But they weren't done. Azrael fetched a plug from the bag—a medium-sized one, beaded and vibrating—and lubed it up.
'One more for good measure,' he said with a wink, pressing it against my ass while Eryx held my cheeks apart.