Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
It was time to Bond—Burn just hoped it would work.
86
NOELLE
Drinking the entire vial of concentrated Bonding Fruit juice might have been a mistake. The emptiness was a physical ache—a yawning chasm deep inside her that pulsed with a desperate, frantic need.
Noelle admitted to herself that she had underestimated the power of the juice badly. The Kindred nurse who’d pressed the small vial into her hand had warned her, her face serious.
“Just a sip, Noelle. A single drop is potent. A whole vial…” She’d shaken her head, her meaning clear.
But Noelle, driven by a reckless hope and the memory of Bright and Burn’s need to bond, had swallowed it all in one gulp. Now, the consequences were a roaring fire in her veins—a hollow, clawing hunger that made her tremble.
Her gaze was fixed on the magnificent, terrifying sight before her. Burn and Bright sat facing each other in the bonding frame, their shafts fused into one powerful form. The cock they had formed together was a masterpiece of carnal geometry. Much thicker than her wrist, and pulsing with a life of its own, it was crowned by a broad, mushroom-shaped head that gleamed with a mixture of their pre-cum.
It was impossible and perfect at the same time. And she prayed to any god who would listen that taking that huge, double shaft inside her would finally, finally, satiate the ravenous craving that threatened to consume her from the inside out.
Facing Burn, whose dark eyes burned with a possessive fire that made her pussy clench, she threw a leg over the two of them, straddling the joined cradle of their hips. The heat radiating from their merged flesh was immense—a furnace against her inner thighs. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around the base of their monstrous cock, guiding the slick, blunt head to her dripping entrance.
There’s no way. There’s no way I can take this, a sane part of her mind whispered. But the Bonding Fruit juice was already working on her and a strange, pliant warmth was spreading through her tissues, making her impossibly elastic…incredibly ready.
She lowered herself down.
The initial stretch was breathtaking—an aching sensation that stole the air from her lungs. She gasped, her eyes wide, as her body yielded, her inner walls stretching to accommodate the incredible girth forcing its way inside her.
“That’s it, baby,” Burn growled, his voice a rough caress. His big hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs tugging her painfully tight nipples. “Take us in. You can do it. Such a good girl for us, opening up your tight little pussy so wide.”
Bright’s hands joined his friend’s, stroking her sides, her back…his touch a counterpoint of gentle desire to Burn’s raw possession.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice filled with concern and lust. “Go slow. Let your body get used to us. Gods, you feel so hot… so perfect.”
The dirty talk…the loving praise…and the feeling of their hands all over her—it was fuel on the fire of Noelle’s need. She sank down another inch, a low, continuous moan coming from her throat as she felt her channel open around them. She could feel every ridge, every throbbing inch of their combined shaft as it filled her like a detailed map of their dual presence imprinted on her very flesh.
“So deep,” she moaned, her head falling back. “You’re both so… big.”
“All for you, baby,” Burn grunted, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary thrust upwards, seating the huge cock another fraction deeper. “All for your sweet little cunt, stretching to take every inch of what’s yours.”
Noelle continued her descent—a slow, agonizingly delicious impalement. The feeling of being stretched to her absolute limit was a sublime torture. And then, she felt it. A profound, internal pressure as the broad head of their cock nestled deep, kissing the mouth of her womb. And then she knew—they were fully sheathed—the massive cock had bottomed out inside her.
A cry of pure, unadulterated relief and pleasure broke from her lips. Finally. The emptiness was gone. In its place was a devastating, overwhelming fullness. She had never felt so full before—so opened…or so owned.
For a long moment, she just sat there, panting, reveling in the feeling of being so utterly possessed. Then, as though by mutual, unspoken consent, the three of them began to move.
It wasn't a frantic pounding…it was a deep, rhythmic, rolling motion as Bright and Burn moved in perfect unison, thrusting up into her welcoming heat. The friction was exquisite—a steady, building pleasure that rubbed every hyper-sensitive nerve ending inside her. Noelle’s breasts bounced with the motion, and Bright reached around to pluck and tug at her nipples, sending sharp, electric jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“Look at her,” Burn groaned, his gaze locked on where their bodies joined, watching her stretched, glistening lips cling to their thick shaft. “Look how she takes us. Fuck, Bright, she’s milking us already.”