10. Chapter 10

Hasumi had lost their clothes while Ambrose was busy making me see stars, and I sat up, reaching for them, sliding my palm up across their slender hip and lean torso to cup one small breast and knead, as they continued kissing Ambrose. Hasumi"s beautiful body was a wonder to me, and one that I wanted to thoroughly explore. My other hand trailed across Ambrose"s chest and downward to his thick, straining erection. I grasped his cock and gave him a slow, firm stroke while I moved closer to Hasumi, so I could flick my tongue over one of their pert pink nipples.

Ambrose groaned, and Hasumi pulled away to murmur encouragement against his lips. "You did well," the weaver purred to the boogeyman. "You deserve a reward for pleasuring our witch so thoroughly." Then they smiled sweetly, full of evil promise. "But don"t finish yet, boogeyman."

Ambrose"s cock throbbed in my hand at Hasumi"s words, and my core clenched a little. Goddess save us both. I kept slowly stroking Ambrose while Hasumi held him by the hair, helping the weaver to torture the poor guy.

Ambrose"s breaths came short, and his chest heaved as he both chased and fought his own pleasure. It didn"t take long for him to gasp out, "Enough! Shadows and darkness, I"m going to explode right now if you two don"t stop."

I laughed as I released him, then leaned in and kissed his neck, since Hasumi still had his head pulled back, throat arched toward me. I pressed kisses along the side of his neck to his shoulder, biting down teasingly there. Ambrose"s hands came to my waist, pulling me closer, so I straddled his thigh, and my tits pressed to his chest. The pressure of my aching pussy against the hard muscles of his thigh made me groan. Goddess, if someone didn"t fuck me soon, I was going to get murdery.

"I"m pretty sure my dick is going to fall off if I don"t get to fuck someone," Ambrose said in a gravelly voice, echoing my own thoughts.

"Goddess, yes," I muttered, rubbing against him with absolutely no shame, just desperate for some friction.

Hasumi chuckled, the sound musical and evil all at once. "Poor loves, am I being too cruel by making you wait?"

I didn"t trust that tone of voice for a single second, since it was way more saccharine than anything Hasumi ever said. "Yes!" I said adamantly, lifting my head to meet those beautiful turquoise eyes. "So mean. You should make it up to us with orgasms. And dick. So much dick."

Hasumi smiled for real then. "As you wish." They ran a hand down Ambrose"s back, then tilted their head to look up at the headboard as they spoke. "Go sit up there, Ambrose, if you would."

They shared a glance that spoke of complete understanding before Ambrose moved around me to go sit against the headboard. He watched me and Hasumi with hooded eyes as he gripped his own cock and stroked himself, slow and teasing, like he was just begging me to go climb on top.

Before I could move, Hasumi"s long fingers wrapped lightly around my throat, and they tilted my head back for a slow, deep kiss. My hands came to rest on their slender waist as I felt their feelings bloom around me, melding with my own—want, adoration, wonder and awe… love.

I pulled away from those soft lips to catch my breath, my eyes never leaving Hasumi"s as I trailed my hand lower, gently stroking over their two hard, eager cocks. Then I slid my fingers lower still, tracing backward, dipping ever so slightly into their slit. Hasumi had told me before that they enjoyed both means of having sex, with their male or female parts. They also said that they usually preferred to be the giver. However, we did have a glorious male specimen over there just awaiting our pleasure and I wanted Hasumi to know that I wasn"t going to judge, no matter how they might choose to enjoy themselves.

Hasumi smiled gently. "While I do appreciate the invitation," they whispered in that musical voice that made my toes curl. "I have other plans just now." They kissed me again, then winked and pushed me back toward Ambrose. Then the weaver paused and reached out to gently grip the nape of my neck again, making me look them in the eyes. "Do you trust me to guide you? Are you comfortable with the two of us using you in any way I see fit, my witch? Any limits? Is there anything you aren"t ready to do?"

I considered that for a moment, took in the possibilities of where this was going. But the truth was, despite my concerns over the sheer size of Ambrose"s cock and the number of Hasumi"s dicks… yeah, I trusted them, and I was game for anything at this point.

"I trust you," I said honestly. "Both of you. And fuck, I want you so bad. Whatever you want, I"m here for it."

That was all Hasumi needed. They moved with fluid grace, retrieving the lube from my bedside table and passing it over to Ambrose in the blink of an eye. Then Hasumi was there in front of me, nipping along my throat and lavishing attention on my tits, slipping one hand down to toy with my clit, while Ambrose started prepping my ass.

I refused to let myself tense up, and just lost myself in the sensations. All our auras twined and rubbed against each other, and I was awash in scintillating swirls of darkness and brilliant bursts of light, all while they played my body like master musicians with a well-tuned instrument.

By the time Ambrose was gripping my hips, urging me back onto his thick cock, I was begging for it, ready to welcome the uncomfortable stretch that meant that pleasure was coming. He eased in slowly, guiding me back so that I sat with my back to his chest, my knees on the outside of his, stuffed full, and spread wide open for Hasumi.

The beautiful, ethereal water weaver crawled up between our legs, sliding their hands along my inner thighs in a slow, languid caress as I adjusted to Ambrose"s girth. The boogeyman"s hands came around to toy with my breasts as Hasumi hovered over me. Hasumi"s eyes never left my face as they gripped both of their hard cocks in one hand and dragged them over my sensitive clit and through my dripping folds, drinking in my reactions.

Then Hasumi began to slowly, carefully press both cocks into my pussy.

I gasped and writhed, wanting everything they could give me, overwhelmed by the sensations, but also freaking terrified for the state of my poor, over-stuffed body. Ambrose whispered encouragement in my ear, his hands coming to rest on my upper arms, pulling me back against him and pinning me while Hasumi worked their dicks into me with a confidence that I certainly didn"t feel.

When Hasumi finally slid all the way in, Ambrose and I both groaned, me so overwhelmed that I was about to come right then, before they even started moving. And Ambrose because he could probably feel Hasumi moving against him through the thin barrier of my flesh.

Goddess. I could die now and die happy.

But then they started moving.

I was pinned between them, unable to do much myself with the way my legs were spread and how my weight rested on Ambrose"s chest. Trapped as I was, I gave myself over to sensation and just let them fuck me, the pleasure building inside me with blinding speed and intensity.

They picked up an alternating rhythm, Ambrose thrusting deep into my ass, then withdrawing as Hasumi thrust into my pussy. Ambrose finally released my arms, and I reached for Hasumi, pulling their weight more firmly into us. "Harder," I gasped. "I"m fine. I promise. Fuck me harder."

Then, all bets were off. They were done treating me like I was a fragile mortal. Ambrose squeezed my tits as he surged up below me, while Hasumi pulled back and thrust in so hard it shoved Ambrose even deeper, impaling me further. I came with a scream, my entire body clenching as pleasure like I"d never felt before washed over me.

And they just kept going.

I mewled and writhed between them, sure I couldn"t possibly stand another orgasm. And yet the two of them drove me toward it with sure strokes and husky, breathless encouragement that just went right to my core. "That"s right, little witch," Ambrose growled in my ear. "That"s it."

"Again," Hasumi commanded, their smooth voice losing some of its calm. "Come for us again and we"ll fill you up with our seed."

If I was even the least bit coherent, I would have laughed at Hasumi"s cheesy words. But at that moment, I did not care one fucking bit how cheesy that sounded. I wanted them both to come inside me. I wanted to be absolutely fucking gushing come when they were done with me, spent and used, and unable to think. My back arched, and I gasped, too wrung out to really make a sound, as I came again, in long, warm waves of pleasure that felt like they would never end.

Hasumi did something with their magic, and this sense of absolute euphoria filled the room. Ambrose growled and sank his sharp teeth into my shoulder as he pulsed deep inside me, painting my insides with his release. Hasumi"s head bowed and their whole body shook as the water weaver slammed home once more and came undone as quietly and beautifully as everything they did.

Coming back down to earth after that was kind of impossible. So, I didn"t even try. I simply let them take care of clean-up, then cocooned myself between them and fell asleep. The outside world and all of my fucking problems could just wait. I was going to soak this up as long as possible.