Chapter 8

We don’t respond to Everly, and I feel a wave of guilt as Rayth simply moves to her with a smile and starts binding her wrists. But honestly, what can we really say to her?

The weight of unspoken truths presses heavily on me. If we were to reveal everything, the secrets we harbor would surely send her fleeing into the night, leaving us alone once more, and I’m not ready to let her go yet. The thought of losing her, of releasing her from our grasp, fills me with a sense of dread I cannot bear to confront. We know we will need to eventually, but not yet. I want to enjoy the time we have her in our lives – however brief that is. Each moment with her is a precious gift, a fleeting glimpse of happiness in an existence defined by shadows and solitude.

I watch as Rayth skillfully adds another length of tinsel to the section tied around Everly’s wrists, securing the other end to the leg of a nearby table. The festive decor now serves an unconventional purpose, allowing her some movement, but restricting her enough to intensify the sensation of vulnerability. The soft glow of holiday lights casts eerie shadows across the room, lending an otherworldly atmosphere to the scene unfolding before me.

As Rayth works on the makeshift restraints, Killian takes advantage of the situation. He slides down her body, his strong hands holding her legs wide. Then I watch as his tongue explores, licking, sucking, and biting at her pussy with a fierce intensity.

I can hear Everly whimper, a blend of pleasure and the subtle resistance of someone torn between surrender and the primal instinct to escape. Her body arches against the floor, and she rocks her hips, a silent struggle visible in the movements that seem unsure whether they seek to be closer to Killian”s mouth or to escape the sensations he is invoking.

Killian”s actions are brutal, a calculated assault on her senses that leaves no room for hesitation. He feasts on her with an unbridled hunger, his tongue exploring every inch of her folds, teasing and tormenting her. His mouth moves with a relentless rhythm, each flick and bite sending shivers through her restrained form.

Rayth has already started stripping clothes as we both keep an eye on the scene in front of us, so I follow suit. With my clothes discarded onto the ground, I wrap a hand around my aching cock, the anticipation of what is to come sending a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins.

Watching Killian thrust two of his fingers into her pussy with no preparation or restraint has my cock throbbing. She hasn’t experienced us fully unleashed on her, and she won’t tonight with still not being fully healed, so we need to make sure that Killian doesn’t go too far.

I glance at Rayth, our unspoken communication signaling the need for intervention before things escalate beyond the boundaries we set. While we enjoy the pleasure we can provide, there is a fine line between ecstasy and potential harm, especially considering her recent trauma – and Killian doesn’t have a line.

Killian continues, thrusting his fingers into her with a force that has me contemplating interfering. Everly’s cries fill the room as she arches so high that it becomes evident she is not only enduring, but seemingly enjoying the intense sensations.

Killian”s biting and sucking at her clit, combined with the relentless thrusting of his fingers, pushes her to the brink. Her orgasm shatters her, and she screams as pleasure consumes her. The intensity of her release seems to fuel Killian”s actions, and he continues to lick and bite at her.

She whimpers and moans, caught in the unrelenting grip of ecstasy.

As Killian adds another finger inside her, the intensity of her moans heightens. He keeps thrusting his fingers hard, each movement deliberate and calculated to push her towards another explosive climax. Her cries echo in the room, and the raw, unfiltered nature of the scene is both captivating and overwhelming.

Her body trembles with the force of the pleasure, and I can see her reaching the edge once again. After another shattering orgasm, she starts to whimper and moan, her cries now accompanied by pleas for mercy. She begs, though the words are fragmented, her voice a blend of desire and desperation.

Seeing Everly in this state, caught between pleasure and the limits of her endurance, I exchange a knowing glance with Rayth. It is time to intervene before Killian pushes her beyond what she can handle.

Rayth moves forward, his touch gentle but firm as he places a hand on Killian”s shoulder. ”Killian, ease off,” he says, his voice a calm command. ”Let her breathe.”

Killian, however, seems lost in the frenzy of desire. He looks up, his eyes darkened with a primal intensity. ”The taste of her makes me fucking feral,” he growls, the words laced with a hunger that borders on desperation.

Rayth continues to apply gentle pressure, coaxing Killian away from Everly. Eventually, with a lingering look at the trembling woman on the floor, Killian relents. Rayth guides him away, giving her a moment to recover.

She lies there, her body still quivering from the aftermath of her orgasms. I go to the bathroom drawer and retrieve some condoms, reflecting on how fortunate it is that we keep them there, even if we never had need of them here before Everly arrived. Along with the condoms, I grab the lube that we do use when the need arises, usually after a hunt.

Returning to the scene, I find Killian has stripped out of his clothes, his muscular form radiating a primal energy that I know he wants to unleash. Everly is lying there, her eyes half-lidded, a mix of desire and vulnerability in her gaze.

Approaching her, I kneel down and place the condoms and lube on the ground nearby. Gazing into her eyes, I ask with genuine concern, ”Are you okay? Ready for more?”

She whimpers, rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache between her legs. Her body still trembles, caught between the intense pleasure she has experienced and the desire for more.

”Y-yes, please,” she moans out, the words a breathy plea that hangs in the air.

I take a deep breath, opening a condom and rolling it onto my aching cock. Laying down on the ground next to her, I turn her so she is facing me and lift her over me, making her straddle my hips. The makeshift restraints tug on her bound hands as she adjusts, but there is enough room for her to sit up.

Slowly, I begin lowering her onto my cock, inch by agonizing inch. With each movement she slowly takes me in, she whimpers and shudders, the sensitivity of her overstimulated body evident as her body yields to mine. Her moans fill the room, a symphony to my ears and my new favorite sound.

Her pussy feels incredibly tight, wet, and hot, enveloping me in a sensation that is both intense and intoxicating. I watch her closely, gauging her reactions to ensure that this next step brings pleasure rather than discomfort. As I am buried deep inside her, I whisper, ”Ride me, precious. Take what you need while you still have control, because that won”t last long.”

She hesitates for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her gaze like a flame in the wind. But then she moves, her hips rocking in a primal rhythm that mirrors the beat of our hearts. It”s a sight to behold, her body moving with a grace and power that leaves me breathless.

The makeshift restraints tug at her wrists as she moves, adding a hint of constraint that only seems to heighten her arousal. Every grind and undulation sends waves of pleasure through both of us. I watch her closely, my eyes tracing the contours of her body as she moves above me. There is a wildness in her gaze, a hunger that burns bright like a flame in the darkness. It”s a sight that fills me with a primal need, a longing to possess her completely and utterly.

I hold her gaze, my hands gently guiding her hips, offering support as she explores the pleasure of being in command. The vulnerability in her eyes transforms into a growing confidence, and I can sense the empowerment she feels in this intimate act.

”Yes, that”s it,” I encourage her, my voice a low, primal growl. ”Fuck my cock, Everly. Squeeze your pussy and feel all of it inside you.”

As she gains confidence, her movements become more deliberate, more controlled. She starts using the muscles in her legs to lift herself higher and then slowly lower herself onto my cock. With each movement, she moans, her cries echoing around the room.

”Harder, precious,” I urge, my voice a low growl of desire, my hands gripping her hips.

I can”t help but groan at the feeling of her tight pussy clenching around me. The rhythm she establishes is a perfect blend of ecstasy and control. I reach up, rubbing my hands over the slight swell of her breasts and teasing her nipples, adding an extra layer of sensation to the pleasure she”s already experiencing.

”Good girl,” I praise. ”You”re doing so well. Feel how you can take whatever you want. This is your pleasure, Everly.”

Her movements become faster and harder, lifting herself up and dropping back down. I move my hand down to rub her already oversensitive clit. The added stimulation pushes her over the edge, and she throws her head back, screaming in climax. Her pussy squeezes around me, and I grit my teeth, holding off my own orgasm.

”Fuck, you look stunning,” I groan, watching her surrender to the pleasure.

Everly slumps forward onto my chest, panting heavily from the intensity of her climax. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, providing a sense of comfort in the aftermath of her pleasure. I look at Rayth over her shoulder, who approaches and lowers himself to his knees behind her.

Rayth”s hands trail down her spine, making her jolt and attempt to look back at him. I hold her firmly in my arms, preventing her from turning. Rayth grabs a bottle of lube, pouring it onto his sheathed cock as he leans over her back.

”Has anyone been here before?” he asks, and when she jolts, I know he has touched her ass. She whimpers and shakes her head, and Rayth responds with a simple, ”Another time.”

Then I feel him start to push his cock into her pussy alongside mine.

Everly whimpers as her body tenses, a gasp escaping her lips. ”It”s too much, you won”t fit.”

”Shhh, little dove,” Rayth whispers, his hands moving soothingly up her spine. ”You can take it.” He keeps pushing inside as tears leak from her eyes.

The tightness of her pussy around my cock becomes almost unbearable, a sensation that borders on pain. As Rayth continues to push into her, her walls constrict around us, creating a vice-like grip that heightens the intensity of the experience.

The makeshift restraints tug at her wrists as she struggles between the overwhelming sensations. Rayth”s movements are measured, each push met with Everly”s gasps and whimpers.

I can feel every inch of him sliding into her, the heat and tightness creating a sensation that is both primal and intoxicating. There is a mixture of pleasure and pain etched across Everly”s face.

“Breathe, little dove. You’re doing so well, just a bit more. That’s a good girl.”

When I feel Rayth make the final push to fully bury himself inside her, both of us groan in unison. We allow her a moment to catch her breath, to adjust to the feeling of both of us inside her. When we feel her relax, Rayth moves slightly and her whimper transforms into a slight moan.

With careful movements, Rayth shifts Everly so that she is sitting up straighter, a position that then has us shifting deeper inside of her. Her responding moan is so fucking loud, erotic and filled with pleasure.

Feeling her relaxing into the new position, both Rayth and I grip her waist, lifting her slightly off us. The change in angle allows us more room to push back inside her pussy simultaneously. Her moans grow louder with each thrust, a symphony of pleasure that fills the room. As we establish a rhythm, the lingering pain in Everly”s eyes transforms into pure desire.

With a hand gripping his hard cock, Killian positions himself beside us. The air is thick with anticipation as he looks down at Everly, his eyes filled with need. His voice, though slightly less feral, retains a commanding edge as he says, ”Give me your mouth, angel.”

Killian threads his hand into Everly’s hair and he fists a handful, guiding her mouth toward his cock. She complies willingly, her lips parting to take him in. He groans as he slides his cock all the way into her mouth. “Yes, angel, take every fucking inch of me.”

Rayth and I continue to thrust deep into her tight, hot pussy as we watch her take as much of him into her mouth as she can, licking and sucking at him like I taught her. The sight has me thrusting harder into her, and she whimpers, trying to reach out for my chest but the restraint stops her.

”You feel so good, little dove,” Rayth says, his voice a low, guttural moan. His movements are harder and the sound of wet slapping flesh starts echoing along with our moans. ”You’re taking us all so well. Such a good fucking girl.”

Killian starts thrusting deeper into her mouth and throat. Everly initially gags, and I can see the struggle in her eyes. I remind her, ”Relax your throat, Everly. You”re doing amazing.”

As she adjusts and relaxes, I see her throat start to bulge with each thrust of Killian’s cock. I can”t help but groan at the sight. ”That”s it,” I praise. ”Let him fuck that pretty throat.”

The room is filled with a primal symphony of moans, wet sounds, and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. Everly, caught between the relentless thrusts of Rayth and me, and the forceful invasion of Killian”s cock in her mouth, is a vision of submissive ecstasy.

Killian starts fucking Everly”s throat with a growing intensity. The erotic sounds of her gagging and the sight of her throat bulging with each forceful thrust only fuel the flames inside me.

Everly”s pussy clenches even harder around my cock, the sensation becomes almost impossibly tight as we pound into her. The combination of her intense reactions and the explicit sounds of Killian taking her throat unleashes a primal urge within me. I reach out a hand, wrapping it around her throat, feeling the bulge created by Killian”s thrusts. Everly”s eyes flutter, struggling for breath, and her pussy clamps down harder on both Rayth and me as her orgasm approaches.

”Fuck, your throat feels so good,” Killian groans. ”I hated that fucking condom. I can”t wait to fuck that tight pussy raw. I want to fill it up with cum over and over and watch it drip from you.”

Everly”s eyes widen slightly at Killian”s words, and then they roll back into her head as his words trigger her orgasm. The feeling of her pussy throbbing and clenching hard on both Rayth and me drags us into our own climaxes. The intense tightening and tingling sensation shoots through me as I cum.

As Killian continues to fuck her throat with a voracious hunger, she chokes out a groan, a mixture of pleasure and the struggle for breath. Her body convulses with the intensity of her orgasm, amplifying the already tight grip of her pussy on our cocks.

Killian, unable to hold back any longer, groans loudly as he comes hard down Everly”s throat.

She takes it all so beautifully, like she was made for us, our very own good girl. It”s a pity that we can’t keep her.