Oh God.
A whimper escapes me, and there's no longer any way for me to hide.
I want this.
I want them both.
And I want it now.?? Don't be afraid. ??RAYÉ CROONS THE WORDS out with a sly taunting tone that's achingly familiar, and a tumultuous mix of sensations bombard my body. One half of me leans towards stiff and nervous while the other half of me is inclined to ache and melt into his touch. My mind races anxiously with thoughts of dos and don'ts, but the moment he cups my cheeks, I feel logic quickly slipping away—-
"Trust us."
A whimper escapes me. I was expecting the were-tiger to speak again, but no, it's the Hatter this time, and a powerful tremor rocks my body as his low, rough voice caresses my ear. Haine's hands clasp my waist while Rayé's gaze captures mine.
The were-tiger's head starts to lower while the were-lion's hands slowly trail up, their movements so perfectly synchronized it almost seems choreographed. I want to make a joke of it. I even start to, actually, but the moment my lips part, Rayé's mouth swoops down to take advantage, and my words are lost in his kiss - oh God, my first kiss - just as Haine's hands cup my breasts from behind.
I gasp and shudder, my head falling back against Haine's chest even as Rayé moves forward to nibble on my lips. My blood heats up and my senses reel. I'm dizzy and breathless, but more than anything else, I'm so wonderfully confused. It's just the best kind of confused, with how pleasure is streaming through me from different directions, and I don't know which one to moan for first.
Haine starts palming and kneading my breasts just as Rayé drives his tongue inside my mouth, and the ache inside of me intensifies. I need to move. I need to respond. And even before the thoughts fully form in my mind, my body is already moving on its own. I'm moaning and writhing now, but it's still not enough, and soon I find myself clutching Raye's shirt with one hand while my other hand fumbles until I'm able to drive my nails deep into Haine's jean-clad thigh.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
The words start to echo endlessly in my brain as the two shifters consume me with their passion. The were-tiger is now sucking hard on my tongue while the were-lion is tweaking my nipples just as hard, and my thoughts slip further down its own rabbit hole of lust.
Moooooore. Please God, more.
It's what I'm moaning endlessly inside my mind now, the words reflecting my most secret and shameful desires as the two rulers of Winter continue to ruin me with the strokes of their tongues and fingers. I gasp for breath when the Cheshire Cat lifts his mouth off mine. I'm thinking he's giving me a reprieve, but instead things just become wilder—-
Oh God.
I can only whimper in a mixture of shock and excitement as Rayé yanks my blouse down while the Mad Hatter's fingers go under my skirt.
Yes. God. Yes.
I'm breathless and trembling, but the thought of resisting doesn't even cross my mind as I watch the were-tiger bend down while I feel Haine pull my panties to the side. By now, it's easy to figure out what they're planning to do next, but knowledge can never compare to reality, and when it finally happens?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
One cry after another rolls past my parted lips as Rayé starts sucking on my breast while Haine's fingers start stroking my folds.
It's too much. God, it's too much.
But even though this is true, I still find myself wanting more. I'm helplessly intoxicated, unable to get enough of the way the Cheshire Cat moves from one breast to another, feasting on one nipple while playing with the other, while the Mad Hatter is now slowly pushing one finger inside of my sex——
Yes. More. Oh God. Yes.
My cries turn into deep racking sobs as the three of us fall deeper into a stormy rabbit hole of forbidden bliss. As Haine's finger thrusts in and out of me, Rayé is also keeping pace as he sucks on my nipple, and it's just so good...so bloody good that I hear myself begging for more.
More. More. More.
My body is out of control now, writhing so much that I've backed myself into Haine's lap when I feel Rayé suddenly scraping one pouting pink tip with his teeth.
Please. Oh God please.
I find myself begging as my temperature turns feverish, and I clutch Rayé with one hand and Haine with the other when my body starts to tighten.
Anytime now.
God.
Any bloody moment now—-
And then it finally happens, one last sob rushing out of my throat as my orgasm sweeps me away.
God.
Oh God.
I can't seem to stop cumming, and with neither shifter ceasing to torment me - Rayé's mouth on my breast, Haine fucking me with his finger - I feel like I'm about to break at the sheer unstoppable gushing heat of it.