Kidnapped and Claimed

Ronen noticed my discomfort. “Go slow.”

Callarn circled the crown of his cock around my wet entrance and thrust again.

I felt fire.

Ronen slid a hand on my mons and circled my clit with his fingers. He kissed the shell of my ear, soothing me. Callarn grabbed my thighs and thrust himself deeply.

I shouted. Tears leaked on my cheek. My head swam. I felt so full that I thought I would burst.

“Patience, beloved, a little bit more,” Callarn coed me.

“There’s more?” I panicked. Suddenly, I needed more air. “I’m full.”

“Halfway there,” Ronen calmed me.

“Half…“ My protest evaporated midway as Callarn gently thrust and pulled. The searing heat burned my cunt. Pain and pleasure mixed into one.

Callarn grunted as he was able to thrust up to his hilt.

“I’m sheathed,” he said. More like an announcement of victory.

I exhaled a relieved breath. But my mind didn’t linger long as soon Callarn started to move in and out slowly. The burning heat turned into a nerve-wracking pleasure. His cock grazed my inner passage, slicked with my own juices, and radiated a wickedly pleasant sensation as he pushed and pulled in my cunt. Soon, the pleasure became addictive and I felt I would go insane if he didn’t keep his cock in there. Khimerian magic: I remembered Ashanie had told me about it and I started to understand what it was.

“How is it, beloved?” Ronen nuzzled my neck.

I couldn’t answer him. The pleasure muddied my mind.

Callarn’s breath became ragged as sweat plastered his temples. His grip dug in my skin and his thrust became frantic. The sound of our mating was lewd. He was usually talkative during our intimate moment but now, he didn’t utter a single word besides panting heavily. His eyes, just as lustful as his ferocious thrusts, never left me.

A powerful climax swept over me. Callarn had to stop. My ring of muscles gripped his shaft and milked him inwardly. After a few seconds, the throes of ecstasy receded but didn’t go away. The manic need for him to fill me and fuck me was so overwhelming.

“More,” I shouted. “And, please, don’t stop.”

Callarn was more than happy to oblige my demand. He slammed into me so hard, Ronen had to keep me from falling to the floor. His thrusts were precise and hard, alternating his gyrating movement with short, hard, rapid strokes.

“I’m coming,” Callarn panted his words, sinking himself three more times before jerking and shuddering.

I felt warm liquid fill inside me and my clenching cunt refused to let him go after he was finished. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Give me a minute to recover.” Callarn smiled.

He withdrew with great difficulty. I felt both empty and that I desperately needed to be pleasured again. I was high in ecstasy and I didn’t want it to end. I groaned. “Why do I still feel like this?”

“That’s because your husbands are not sated yet,” Ronen said.

“You?”

“Who else?”

He lifted me and carried me to the bed. Ronen disrobed quickly. I immediately rolled on my back to welcome him. Ronen hissed and told me to lean on my side.

“He would like to fill you from behind,” Callarn said. He arranged me in the position Ronen wanted. On all fours with my ass thrusting upward.

Ronen grabbed my ass. His cock brushed my clitoris. I cried in avid need. “Please.”

He didn’t wait long. He plunged into me in one smooth thrust. I heaved. He was much thicker than Callarn, but the juice from my earlier mating made him slick enough to bury himself into the hilt. His girth was lavish; when I tried to accustom myself to his shaft, it made the muscles of my sex contract. Delicious throes of ecstasy rendered me hotter and wetter.

“If you only knew how good you make me feel, beloved.” Ronen rode me. Slowly at first. Then he quickened. He knew just how to move to trigger all my pleasure points. His shaft stroked me in such a way that soon I was dangling on the edge of my climax.