Burn It All Away

"Ja, it's too sweet. I'll need another cup. Plain.

"You know, Liebling, you should be careful drinking too many of these. It's maybe why your sleep is so poor."

You glared at him at his sudden audacity. "Fuck off—"

He was quick. As always. He knew, tightening his grip on your trembling hand right before you pulled it away.

"Nein, I'd rather fuck you instead."

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Nikto made you lose your fucking mind, but Krueger took you like you never had a brain, to begin with.

Your pussy had gone numb ages ago, and that ass was broken. You weren't sure if you were screaming, crying, or throwing up, but you sure as hell knew that your voice was shot, and you were akin to a rag-doll, the way they manhandled you.

You just took it because you had to. They were both see-sawing in and out of you at their own pace, their own manner, holding you up as you went boneless. What orgasm number was this? Number seven? You couldn't tell or remember, and you weren't sure whose fingers were rubbing your clit again.

You could only wail as your cunt clenched, along with your asshole. A deep, masculine grunt behind you massaged your brain. If you had one, that was. All you could think about was choking on dick and the dick that was enjoying your pussy for the fifth time.

Okay, so maybe you could think a little bit. But if Krueger's giant fingers kept plugging in and out of your asshole while he beat your cunt up from behind, you'd be down to one percent of one braincell. There wasn't really a way to process information if Nikto had you plugged on his end, also. There was only feeling and sensation and spit and cum and sweat and bodies on bodies on a bed that had half-collapsed onto the floor. There was the smell and the taste of man, hoarse grunts and wicked praise.

Euphoria. Dark mascara and lipstick smudged on the sheets and your face, and yet, Nikto looked down at you with silent adoration. Nothing but that. Even while you were fighting for your life, you inwardly purred at his gaze of veneration, of how gentle his hands were, even though thick inches had your lips stretched and drooling. Your little connection. Your little secret. There was no doubt your face was a mess with cum and drool and spit and mussed makeup, but the way he looked at you...

God, he fucking wanted you. And that was the true euphoria. That was what made this all worth it—

"MMmmmmph!!!"

Well, that and Krueger's need for constant interruption. Had you squealing when he took his body down to cover yours, fucking you prone-bone, one hand toying with your clit, the other squeezing your tits like he owned them. Because that was how it was, how he laid it all down. You were a goner once you shakily took his hand and agreed to this devilry as a curious cat that had to know what he seductively promised. You let the devil in.

Didn't you know the devil had his own terms?

"Krueger," Nikto finally spoke. More like warned, because it was a warning. The devil may have had his way, but no one outsmarted the devil's devil, the man who wrote the contract. "Ei."

"All right, all right. Not so rough. I get it. Relax. I got carried away maybe."

Liar!

"I'll be gentle."

Liar!!!!

He was a liar! And you meant to convey your objections to Nikto, but those fingers were going crazy on your clit, and that cock was beating up your guts like never before. Hot breaths fanned your cheek as he dropped his head down to utter filth into your ears. He wanted you to scream. To let them both know how you liked your titties played with and how much you liked dick and how much he loved your pussy and how he'd wanted to be buried in you forever and he'd give you everything you wanted—

How he was going to fuck you all night long during your R&R, and he'd give up everything to watch Nikto cum in you over and over and over and over...

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"Nikto, he's touching me!" you whined, swatting Krueger's hand away from your waist. "He's touching me!"

"Liebling, putting eight packets of sugar into your coffee is a sin." You hissed as the uncaring brute diluted your super special high octane coffee monstrosity with more java. He ruined it! And he didn't even care as he did so, drowning your sprinkles into the depths of the drink. "Hier. This is much better."

How was this much better? The latte was no longer a latte. It was nearly all black, and your whipped cream had deflated. You glowered as you begrudgingly took the drink so you could scramble up next to Nikto on the couch, gagging as you tasted it. Yup. It was indeed ruined. No more sugar, no more joy, no more colorful arrangements.

Just black coffee. Like the soul of the man over there, walking around in the nude in the open air. For a man who was very secretive about showing his current mug, he sure didn't care that he was as naked as a jaybird in the middle of winter. Didn't care that he'd interrupted yet again another R&R.

And you yourself couldn't resist his lurid call to work his way into your panties, all the while kissing Nikto. You had the worst self control on the planet. Everyone knew this. Nikto knew. Krueger knew especially. Yet this game of being coy and modest carried on, the pretense before getting your innards rearranged by some serious inches.

Maybe it was time to get a therapist. You sighed into the cloudy skies, snuggling closer to your man as you took in the mountainous view on the private villa's balcony.

You were never going to admit how sore you were. Nope. Never going to admit that the sore was most delicious, and you discovered new muscles and positions you'd never seen.

Never going to toss that horny dog a bone, especially.

"Haven't been to Estonia in a while, Nikto," Krueger casually stated, plopping down next to you, with a good chunk of his weight intentionally pressing into your side. He took a sip of his coffee and stretched out an arm before letting it stake its claim around your shoulders. "Not a bad idea to come here."

Nikto regarded him in silent amusement. "You know there are cameras here."

"Ja, ja. Das ist gut. You know, I don't mind giving you both free souvenirs. I'm a very generous man." A confident smirk graced the both of you, his brown eyes crinkling in dark humor, so much so that you bet they were darker than his cursed cup of coffee. "Feel free to finger yourselves to me all you want."

You wanted to clobber this idiot.

"But, it's just that," he lazily continued, smoothing callused fingers over your cheek, not even Nikto spared from his touch, "when the two of you fuck while watching me, and I know you both will, I want a camera there. Send a poor soldier a gift while he's hard at work.

"I'll be waiting."

Rolling your eyes, you glowered at the grinning buffoon, who nipped at your ear and playfully rubbed at Nikto's head. You heard Nikto snort and return to drinking his coffee. It was going to be a long, long series of days with Sebastian Krueger.

This R&R was a lot more complicated than you expected.