"Yes, please. Ian, I need to come!" Emma begged, her breathing ragged and deep.
Kane moved to lie next to Emma, side by side. I knelt on the bed, lifted Emma up and flipped her over so she was astride Kane's waist, one of her knees on either side of his hips. With her wrists tied, she couldna move. Kane slipped his head between her arms. As I reached for the jar of lubricant, Kane shifted Emma as he wanted, forcing her down onto his cock. My seed from her earlier fucking made the action easy and both of them made sounds of pleasure.
Coating my fingers, I tested her tight pink pucker. It had been days since I'd touched her here, but Kane had assured me of her readiness. I took a moment to play, circling my fingers over the slick opening, pushing against the tight ring. When my fingers slipped in without much effort, I knew he was correct. The feel of her, so tight with Kane's cock right there, separated from my fingers with just a thin membrane, had my balls tightening and the need to claim her intense.
"Oh God," Emma moaned.
"It's time, baby. Time to make you ours. Together."
"Yes!" she cried as Kane rocked his hips up into her.
Coating my cock with additional lubricant, I nudged the broad head to her virgin hole. I took her only a short time ago, but my cock was pulsing, aching to feel her walls around it once again. Carefully, slowly, I pressed forward, knowing my cock was larger than any of the plugs Kane had used on her while I'd been away. She might have adjusted to accept something filling her, but a cock was different. Bigger, deeper and most certainly harder.
Stroking a hand down her back, soothing her, I murmured words of encouragement. Good girl. You're ours now. Ah, my cock's in you. Relax. You took another inch. Such a pretty sight taking both our cocks. Breathe, baby. That's it. I'm in all the way.
She was completely filled. Little mewling sounds escaped her throat as she held perfectly still. I met Kane's gaze. His jaw was clamped tightly, undoubtedly struggling to hold off pumping into her just as I was. We both took a moment to let her settle, let her adjust to having us cram her so bloody full. Her back was so silky smooth against the hard line of my chest. Kane lifted his hands to cup her breasts, rub his thumbs over her sensitive tips. With her hands bound, she could do nothing but accept whatever we gave her.
"You're so big. I'm filled so deep. I...I don't know what to do," she whimpered. Her pale skin was coated in a sheen of perspiration, her hair clinging to her damp skin. She licked her lips, her eyes closed.
"You don't have to do anything, baby. It's time for us to take care of you," Kane said. He offered me a brief nod and he moved, pulled back so he almost withdrew, then slid back in. As he did so, I pulled back, so we worked in opposition, one filling her as the other retreated. We kept a slow pace, a consistent, mind-numbing pace. "This is where you belong. Between us. You were made to be filled by our cocks. You're ours, baby."
"Ours," I repeated on a growl.
Emma was lost, wild, abandoned. She cried out, tears sliding down her cheeks as she pushed her breasts into Kane's palms. We didn't stop, didn't let her catch her breath. "Yes!"
"Come, baby. Your pleasure belongs to us. You belong to us."
At my command, she came, screaming so loud the men in the stable had to have heard. Her body squeezed and pulsed around my cock, which had me falling off the cliff directly after her. I couldn't hold back with the tight constriction of her arse. My seed filled her up. Kane followed directly after, pulling her down onto his chest, letting her recover as we were connected as one.
EMMA
I must have dozed, for when I came awake, I was curled into Kane's side, Ian pressed against my back, my body feeling empty as their cocks were gone. I did, however, feel the remnants of their releases, sticky and warm coating my pussy and thighs. My hands had been released. The room was bright with daylight, only just shy of the noon meal. We were in bed, lounging during a busy summer's day on the ranch. It felt...decadent. I reveled in the feel of both men surrounding me.
Ian was home. He was safe.
Kane kissed my forehead as I felt Ian's hand stroking my back.
"Ye willna go off trying to save me again, Emma," Ian said, just before kissing my spine.
"We are here to protect you. There are two of us, yet only one of you," Kane added.
"But you are irreplaceable!" Didn't they understand that I wanted both of them?
"Ah, lass," Ian breathed. "It's our job to protect ye. To possess ye just like we did."
"I can feel your possessiveness dripping out of me," I replied dryly.
"Mmm, yes. It's a beautiful sight."
I idly swirled my finger through the soft hairs on Kane's chest. "If your job is to protect me, what is my job?"
Kane retreated and turned me so I was on my back between them. He delved his hand between my thighs and through their mixed seed. I looked into his dark eyes. All hints of anger, of lust, were gone. In its place was most definitely the possessiveness he spoke of. "To take our seed. Again and again until it takes root and you swell with our child."
Ian came up on an elbow on my other side and looked down at me. "Do ye ken this is enough to make a baby, lass? We are a family, and soon, hopefully very soon, a growing family. Nothing will separate us."
"Nothing," Kane reiterated.
"What of the others?"