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)
The drone circled them again, its lens zooming in on the mingled fluids and Noelle’s dripping nipples.
“What’s this?” Thune’s middle head leaned forward, intrigued. “Do you have full breasts, little female? Well then, let’s have the boys suck them. Can’t let that sweet nectar go to waste.” He motioned impatiently at Bright and Burn.
Burn frowned, a low growl rumbling in his chest, but the fight was gone from his posture. The threat of the shock collar was one thing, but the pink drink was still singing in their blood—a siren call of relentless need. The sight of Noelle, presented so perfectly, her body offering both the evidence of Bright’s possession and the promise of her own sweet relief, was a temptation neither of them could resist.
They moved together, helping Noelle to raise up onto her knees, her back straight. She was trembling, her skin flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded. She made no protest to what they were about to do—instead, she thrust her breasts out, as though offering herself to them both.
Neither Bright nor Burn could resist the invitation. Without a word, as if drawn by an invisible force, they both bent their heads to her chest.
Bright took the right nipple into his mouth, the familiar, honeyed taste of her nectar exploding on his tongue, richer and sweeter than ever before, fueled by her arousal and the recent, intense orgasm. He heard Burn groan as he latched onto the left—a sound one of pure, primal satisfaction.
They sucked, gently at first—then with increasing hunger—drawing the sweet relief from her body, their hands stroking her back and hips, anchoring her between them as she cried out, her body bowing between their mouths, lost in the dual, relentless pleasure of having her nipples sucked and her breasts emptied by two eager mouths.
Bright wondered when this would end…perhaps never.
For now, he was lost in their mutual pleasure and shame.
59
BURN
The taste of Noelle’s nectar rolled across Burn’s tongue—a cloying, honey-sweet reminder of the violation they were all enduring. The pink drink was a fire in his blood—a relentless demand that warred with the cold knot of self-loathing in his gut. He was still sucking her breast—it was a tender, intimate act twisted into a public spectacle for the monster who was filming them.
When Thune grew tired of watching the two of them nurse from her, he waved a dismissive hand.
“Enough of that. Lower her to her hands and knees again,” the middle head commanded. “You,” he pointed a thick, filthy finger at Burn. “Get behind her. Let’s see how the little female handles a thicker cock. Spread her thighs wide and fuck her deep and hard.”
A red haze of pure fury descended over Burn’s vision. He straightened up, his body trembling not with fear, but with Rage. He met the Trollox’s six-eyed gaze, his own eyes blazing and his vision obscured by a curtain of blood-red.
“I’m not going to fucking hurt her just so you can get your rocks off, you sick fuck!” The words were a guttural snarl, ripped from a place deep inside him that still clung to honor.
Thune’s three faces contorted into identical expressions of displeasure. He raised the silver remote, pointing it directly at Burn. The low hum from the collar around his neck intensified, a promise of agony.
“Do what we say, piggy-wig, or we won’t just shock you—” he swung the remote to point at Noelle, whose eyes widened in terror, “—We’ll shock her, too.”
The threat was a physical blow. Burn’s fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms as the Rage inside him roared.
I’ll kill him! I’ll tear his fucking heads off!
“Burn, please!” Noelle’s voice was a desperate whisper, cutting through his murderous thoughts.
He looked down at her. She was still on her knees…her body trembling…her big brown eyes pools of naked fear.
“Please, I don’t want to be shocked,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I…I’d rather be fucked. Even if you have to be rough, it’s all right—I can take it.”
Her plea shattered him. Her willingness to accept his roughness to avoid pain was a testament to her terror, and it made him feel like the lowest form of scum.
She’s begging for a lesser violation. Gods.
“Not without help,” Burn growled, the words torn from him. He couldn’t do this alone. He couldn’t be the only one holding her, forcing her. He looked at Bright, the Light Twin’s face a mirror of his own torment. “It’s your turn—help her take it.”
“Of course.”
Bright’s response was immediate. He moved quickly, coming around to kneel in front of Noelle as she assumed the position on her hands and knees. He pulled her upper body against his chest, cradling her, one hand stroking her hair while the other anchored her hip.
“Shhh, it’s all right, my lady,” he murmured into her ear, his voice low and soothing. “Just try to tilt your hips back and open your pussy for Burn the way you did for me. It’s going to go easier if you don’t resist—just spread your legs and take it.”