#papacest

The bald man, like all of them, was a liar. They did leave me alone. I spent the fourth day by myself, my only visitors those strange man-like servants bringing me food.

Every time one of them made an appearance I was more certain that “human” wasn’t a probable answer as to what they could be. Light itself seemed to bend inward toward them, something like a shift in gravity occurring every time one entered the room. They would move through the space with movements disquietingly silent and disturbingly smooth, like a cloud of coal-black smoke that had somehow coalesced into the shape of a man. The eyes that I could occasionally glimpse behind the metal mask, however, looked all too human.

The third time it- he? appeared, this time to collect my dishes, I worked up the courage to ask, “What are you?” but it merely cocked its head at me and left without a word.

Much of my solitary day was spent pacing around my cage, forced captivity apparently making me a little restless for some weird reason. I suppose they wanted me to relax here, on this insidious vacation of sorts, and I instead started throwing things around the room in a feeble attempt to rebel and feel some modicum of control.

The books I spent five or so minutes chucking at the door were all favorites of mine —Terzo did say they learned about me before they sent him— as were the DVDs I snapped in half and threw at those unsettling servants.

Finding out my favorite books and movies and foods was easy. Terzo also said he dreamed of me for weeks before seeing me.

This was a viper pit, though, and I was surrounded by liars here. The taciturn little bald man and his irritating brother were both liars. Every second Terzo spent with me was only to manipulate me.

I just had to remember that. I just had to remember that I didn’t want to be here.

The servant mutely returned the literary projectiles to the shelf and collected the scattered pieces of plastic when they brought my next meal. When it came back, I threw my plate at it and the porcelain bounced harmlessly away as it stared at me. The next time I ate, I tucked myself behind the door clutching another DVD shard, lying in wait until it came to collect my dishes again.

When the door swung open, it immediately popped its head around the corner —somehow aware that I’d been hiding and plotting— peering at me and letting out a confused chirrup when I tried to stab it. It cocked its head to the side and easily batted my weapon out of my hand, then swiftly grabbed it and went about its business. When I tried to simply run out the door it had left open, my way was blocked by another one. Another one that might as well have been a wall for how well my attempts to shove past it went.

It looked behind me, making another unnatural noise as it apparently communicated with its partner. The strange clicks and chirps sounded amused to my ears, and when I shrieked with rage and try to claw at its stupid, piercing eyes I could tell it was laughing at me, even though the sound was like nothing a human could make.

In the hallway behind the thing, I saw the long shadows and soft colors of sunset.

The knowledge that another day was drawing to a close with me still trapped was unacceptable. Enraging. I threw some more books about it before angrily settling into bed and glowering at the ostentatious details on the ceiling. Everything here was infuriatingly classy and tasteful and luxe, including the stupid, beautiful leaf-patterned wallpaper I was glaring at.

All the dark wood paneling and shelving was firmly attached to the walls, impossible to pull off, no matter how I’d tried to dig in my filed-down fingernails. Even the plush rugs were so thoroughly tacked down that I couldn’t rip them up, though with how feeble I still felt it was doubtful I’d even be able to lift them. I was wondering if I could climb high enough to start ripping that expensive paper off the walls when the door opened again.

With an irritated sigh I sat up, readying myself to find something new to throw at one of the stupid demon butlers —the thought suddenly occurring to me that I might try blocking the door with that comfortable sofa— but to my surprise, it was one of the men this time. I vaguely remembered him, with his light, wavy hair, nose you could ski off of, and skeezy little pencil mustache. He’d had weird black and white paint on his face before, like all of them had, but instead of a clownish representation of a skull he now had simple black circles around his eyes.

“Buonasera,” he said, looking at me expectantly. When I only pursed my lips and stared, he added, “Good evening,” as if a language barrier was what kept me silent. He came closer, his hands awkwardly fidgeting at his sides until he stuffed them in his pockets.

“Did you...enjoy your day?” he tentatively asked. “We- I thought you might want some alone time.”

There was nothing within reach that I could throw at him, but I tried to make it to the nightstand to grab a lamp anyway. He wrestled it out of my hands and pushed me back onto the bed.

“Calm- calm down,” he panted, breathing out a relieved, shaky laugh when I went limp.

“What...what is that?” I whimpered, “What did you do?”

It came back to me immediately: Terzo had done that too. And said we would talk about it later. The same day he’d pointedly kept me from being alone with my thoughts for any length of time. Hadn’t I remembered that before?

“We have, well…what can I tell you...” He placed the lamp back where it belonged, thoughtfully rubbing his chin and smoothing his stupid little mustache. He sat on the edge of the bed, chewing at his lip as I weakly tried to shrink away.

He finally looked back to me. His face had been carefully kept neutral this whole time, but he looked almost embarrassed saying, “The ritual...linked you to us. In a few ways. That is one of its purposes. Giving us some...eh, control. A little.”

Even with the evidence weighing down my useless muscles my first instinct was to scoff.

“It makes things easier for everyone,” he said with a faint smile.

“Coward,” I sneered, and he shrugged.

“You are probably right.” He brought his knee up onto the bed and leaned over, resting his chin on his hand as he studied me. After a moment, he said, “Calm,” again, his mustache twitching into a grin as I sagged against the pillows with weak, helpless moan.

“It is better if you do not fight us,” he said. “Pleasuring you is an act of devotion for us.” He took my limp hand and wove his gloved fingers between mine. “And if you will not willingly allow us to serve you, then...we must force the issue.”

“O-okay…” I faintly said. He closed both his hands around mine, buttery leather so smooth against my skin, warmth radiating from his touch and spreading throughout my whole body as a comforting fog settled over my thoughts and senses.

“You will let us serve you?” He pressed his lips to my palm and began to move them down my wrist.

“Okay…”

A different voice said, “She’s so susceptible,” and I managed to roll my head toward the source. I remembered the American accent, and now saw it came from the one with the dark curls I’d managed to pull out a handful of.

“Sì,” said the first one. “Brother said she is promising.”

Where his brother’s faces had clearly been painted to appear skeletal, his was something different, more abstract and dark, like a face that was missing half its skin. I only had a moment to wonder why Terzo and the bald one had come to me bare-faced when the dark one walked around the bed, standing behind the other one and looking me over with a hint of a smirk on his long, angular face.

There was a hunger in their eyes, the same mismatched eyes they all shared, and my heart thumped hard enough to hurt. Set above his sweet smile, the strange eyes were charming on Terzo’s face, but the two pairs of them now peering at me shot tremors through every nerve, ice through every vein. There was no kindness there, no warmth; only the clinical appraisal one would give a specimen. When the dark one took another step closer, I finally put two and two together —or one and one together— and realized what else was wrong here.

“What are you-” I swallowed hard, attempting to collect the myriad hazy thoughts floating away from me at an alarming rate, “it’s just supposed to be one of you…”

“It is.”

“We know, tesoro,” the lighter one squeezed my hand, “but my brother and I think there is a better way.”

“We’re twins,” the dark one said.

“We were separated.”

“We spent years apart-”

“Not understanding why we always felt incomplete-”

“Why there was always something missing.” He placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder, and the light one looked up at his twin. With a shiver, I saw that they were indeed capable of warmth, of true affection; they just hadn't deemed me worthy of it. They gazed at one another with such fondness, something bordering dangerously on infatuation. The light one had said pleasuring me was an act of devotion for them, but the only devotion I saw was shining between the two of them. The same ardor —the same love that shone from Terzo when he looked at me.

“Now we think we are meant to do everything together.”

"To make up for lost time.”

"Rekindling the bond that was ripped away from us."

"Reaffirming our connection."

"Existing together-"

"The way we were meant to."

They were speaking almost as one, all their words joining together, flowing into the next without pause, like they shared both a mind and a voice, forming a united sonic front that there was no hope of standing against. With every statement it became more difficult to follow who was saying what.

It didn’t seem like my head was attached quite right anymore.

“We have been performing this ritual for years now, and never succeeding.”

“We thought about it, and perhaps we have failed so many times in the past-

“Because we did not listen to ourselves-"

"To what our hearts were telling us.”

I stared at them, dumbfounded, trying my best to snap my attention between the two of them, but my eyes couldn't seem to consistently focus now. A strange vibrating blur of colors was creeping along the edges of my vision, the two of them haloed in the new light filling the room, two angelic things growing more unfathomable with each thing they said.

“The world has gone rotten, dolcezza-”

“Maybe so rotten that a single Antichrist isn’t enough-”

“Maybe the world needs two saviors.”

“Realizing we were twins changed us-”

“Saved us-”

“Maybe in order to change…”

“The world needs twins as well.”

They kept talking in circles, their voices joining and overlapping, meeting on certain words and parting again as they drew near. The two milky eyes bore into me, a pair of sickly moons wearing away any resistance I may put up. Corroding my edges like salt; crumbling my will like rust.

The walls between us, the barriers —no, the confines, I was sure of that now—of personal space, social nicety, basic consideration; these all melted away until they were lying on either side of me, all four leather-gloved hands on my body. They seemed of one mind, both sliding a hand down my belly and pulling open my thighs, both mouthing along my neck and shoulders and warming my skin with soft, searching lips.

“I-I don’t want to…” I whimpered, unsure if it was my own will or simple reflex that made me say it, but the dark-haired one smothered my protestations with a kiss, surprisingly tender for its pitiless intent. The other one was still stroking my thigh, tracing long lines across my skin while his brother started unbuttoning my shirt. He pulled away for a moment and licked his lips.

“You want to,” he smiled, taking in my flushed cheeks and quickening breaths, “You want your Papas to make you feel good, and we’re going to.”

“Better than you can imagine,” the other one murmured before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. He bit down, just hard enough for me to flinch back into reality.

“What do you mean ‘papa?’ You- you’re not my father,” I managed to say, “I’m not supposed to be here! I don’t want to be here, I-”

“You want to stay here.”

“You’re safe here.”

“Who treasures you out there?”

“Who loves you out there?”

“No one.”

“No one.”

“No one else in the world will cherish you-”

“They way we do.”

They said, “You are meant to be here,” together, and both sets of hands pulled up my skirt.

“N-” I tried to protest again, but the light one kissed me this time. Together, their hands gently teased me, rubbing my lips and coaxing them apart before sliding inside me and taking turns plunging their fingers into my cunt, slicking their matching gloves with traitorous, undeniable arousal. One started stroking my clit while the other fucked me slowly, the sound of wet leather filling the room almost as loudly as my cries.

“Doesn’t that feel good? So nice and wet for your Papas, so inviting,” the dark one purred.

“Why would you want to be anywhere else? You’ll be so much happier here."

"With us, you can feel like this every day.”

I whimpered in protest but it was futile; the light one’s tongue was in my mouth again, intoxicating and insistent. My eyes rolled back in my head as my head spun, floating in spite of the cement in my skull weighing down all thought, all judgment.

The two of them were nestled so closely against me, so comfortingly. A pair of faithful protectors flanking me like guard dogs; had I ever felt so safe? Had anyone else ever adored me like this?

Maybe staying here would be better.

My hips had started rolling, desperately chasing the pleasure of rapidly-approaching climax being pulled from me one smooth, sure motion at a time, and when the kiss broke I found myself following his lips with mine, immediately needing more.

The two of them were so close, both staring intently into my eyes as I came, both cracking identical, wicked smiles as it rocked through me.

I’d put up a fight, a respectable and proper amount of denial, and now the facade of Not Wanting It had been utterly destroyed. They descended on me like a pair of wolves, hungry mouths and tongues intent on consuming every bit of me, not caring that I would give it to them willingly now, if they only cared to ask. 

It all became a blur of kisses and exploring hands, fingers in my mouth and cunt and ass, the two of them working in tandem to pleasure me, moving me somewhere beyond reason, so overwhelming that rational thought simply melted away. By the time I started begging for their cocks I’d lost count of how many times they’d made me come —not that there were many clear divisions that could be tallied.

They denied me for so long that eventually I started grabbing at the two of them myself, desperately palming their lengths through their pants, begging for relief, release, anything, and being soundly ignored. It would have been bad enough —how much I needed— with just one of them but two hard, unavailable cocks pressing against my thighs was maddening, like dying from thirst 10 feet from the oasis.

Finally, with an enigmatic stare between them, each pinned one of my hands above my head as I pleaded for them to let me taste them, for them to fuck me, for them to fill me however many times they wanted.

“We will,” their whispers surrounded me, one after the other in a thrilling echo, “We will take you, we will fuck you and love you and fill you with our seed.”

“You want it, yes?” the light one smiled down at me, “You want to be ours?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You want to be our carrier?” the dark one nuzzled into my neck, puffing an amused breath when I whimpered an affirmative.

“We want to give it to you, we want to make you our prime mover, want you to receive the gift of our seed.” I had no idea who was speaking anymore. Their words, their voices, their unsettling pale eyes; all worked through my muscles and nerves, calming me —molding me— into a happy, compliant plaything as physical reality became less important.

All I knew was that everything I needed was here.

They descended again, more than just kissing me; claiming my mouth, invading it. All three of our tongues dancing in a sloppy whirl as both of them drove their fingers into me. They moved in tandem, both of a mind with one another and me, breathing and moaning together, a single unit motivated by a shared desire. Both my legs thrown were thrown open across their thighs, splayed wide and shameless when they released my hands at last.

The light one touched his forehead to mine as he unfastened his pants and finally let me grasp his cock, thick and flexing in my hand. He smiled and let out a shaky breath when I shivered in anticipation.

“Please,” I whimpered, “put it in me, put this inside me, please, I need it, I need you, please-”

“Soon,” he said, “We want you to be ready for us.”

“I am ready,” I whined, “Fuck me, please.”

The dark one raised his head from my breast and grinned, “We haven’t even tasted you yet.”

“I don’t need that, I need-”

The light one put his hand over my mouth and hushed me, saying to his brother, “She is a greedy thing.”

“The best kind,” he chuckled in reply. “Maybe she needs to see what else we offer besides stuffing her cunt full.”

Just the words made me moan, my eyes rolling back at the memory of the first night and how good they’d all felt inside me when the terror wasn’t drowning out the pleasure. At the time I’d been so conflicted, unsure why I didn’t wholly hate what had been done to me, but the answer was so simple: The cock in my hand was hard and fat and eager, and I’d gotten to feel five of them in a row.

Why had I cried so much? Wasn’t I lucky to get fucked so well by all of them? To take the gift they so generously gave me? One of them had been so big it felt like I’d tear in half, but after he made me come he slid inside me so easily, it barely even hurt when he-

There were tears in my eyes again and I shook my head, blinking them away. The light one tilted my face to his, snapping me back to the present.

“Is that all you want, treasure?” he kissed my cheek with a soft laugh. “Just want your Papas to pump you full of cum? This is all you would ask of us?”

“Yes,” I pleaded, and he laughed again. When he pulled away I stretched out for him with a cry, missing the feel of his dripping cock the second it left my hand. The dark one pushed me back against the pillows with a firm hand on my chest, holding my gaze as he slowly unlaced his pants and freed himself.

“You’ll have it soon. There is more for us to do.” He stroked his length slowly, smiling down at me as he kept what I wanted more than anything out of my reach.

The light one shifted between my thighs and they each moved one of my legs out of the way, the dark one leaning over my body and trailing wet kisses down every bit of sensitive skin he could as the other made his way up, their mouths working closer to one another. Just as before, one of them pushed his fingers inside me while the other played with my clit. Any composure I may have had was long gone; staying still and maintaining any dignity was impossible now. I whimpered with mad need as their lips and tongues slowly drew nearer, and finally the fingers that had been so deftly stroking me pulled back, spreading me open to allow his brother’s tongue to take over.

I dimly heard the dark one say, “Good,” and thought he was speaking to me, but he continued, “She loves it, keep going,” as though the way my hands were tangled in his brother’s hair and keeping his mouth on me wasn’t enough encouragement. The light one groaned with pleasure when I tightened my fist in his soft brown waves, and he pushed another finger in with his brother’s as he sucked my clit between his lips.

“Are you going to come again, angel?” the dark one was suddenly inches from my face, grinning excitedly, then laughing as I greedily pulled his lips to mine and nodded. I moaned into him, bucking against his brother’s heavenly mouth as the heat built, and when he grabbed my nipple and tugged hard it pushed me over the edge. Screaming as it surged through me, almost agonizing in its intensity, in how long I’d been so very in need of it, I arched off the bed and tried to close my legs, tried to shut out the light one, but together they kept me spread open. The tongue stayed on me even as I shuddered and tried to break free. They were nowhere near done with me, and what I wanted mattered less than it ever had with them.

“Again,” I heard the dark one laugh, “Give her another.”

The two of them together were too much to fight, and even as I bucked and writhed beneath them I couldn’t escape another orgasm. I heard them both laughing, and when the light one rolled his tongue against me again I started kicking him to put an end to it. I wanted it, wanted more, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. They were loving me so intensely, and my traitorous body wouldn’t accept the gift so freely offered. Frustrated tears flooded my eyes again. 

Why can't I take it? They want to give me so much, so much that I want and I'm not even good enough to accept it, I don't even deserve this but they're trying so hard to take care of me, to show me love-

The dark one hushed me, brushing away my tears with a gentle touch as the other moved over me, both of them running their hands along my body in soothing strokes until I finally stopped shaking.

“We are going to give you much more,” the light one said, cutting off my reflexive, despairing protest with a kiss —why? Isn’t this what I want?— his lips and tongue still covered in the taste of me.

The dark one nipped at my ear and murmured, “As much as you can take, sweet,” and I whimpered into his brother’s mouth as both their hands started moving slowly down again.

I finally broke away and gasped, “T-too much, please-” but the light one silenced me with a finger on my lips.

“My brother still needs a taste. That is only fair, yes?”

“Please,” I moaned, “Just- let me- I-I don’t want-”

He interrupted again —he knew, surely, that I couldn't articulate what I wanted anymore. Did I even know?— pushing his fingers into my mouth as the dark one started trailing kisses down my belly. 

“You want it,” the light one smiled at me as I moaned around his fingers, “And we want you to be ready for us.” My eyes filled with tears again, confused this time, and he made a sympathetic sound before softly kissing my cheek. “Soon, tesoro. You will understand how your Papas love you.”

My body jolted when the dark one’s tongue swiped across my clit, still swollen and sensitive and making me let out a muffled cry for mercy. He swirled his tongue through my folds and started merely grazing my clit, moving it everywhere else to keep me hot and keyed up but to give me at least a little break.

The light one finally freed my mouth to say, “You taste too good, tesoro,” cupping my cheek and looking adoringly into my eyes. “We are going to be spending much of our time there, worshiping you at the altar of our faith.”

“It- it’s too much,” I managed to say, and he smiled again.

“You will learn to take it.”

Fingers pushed inside me again, pressing insistently at a sweet spot that made my eyes roll back as the dark one’s tongue returned to my clit. The light one patted my cheek, then moved back between my legs with his brother.

More fingers slid inside me, my cunt so wet and willing that I barely felt them. Both their tongues slipped eagerly against my clit, both of them echoing my wild moans and whimpers as all three of us grew more frantic. They made me come again, so easily it took me by surprise, and this time they stopped licking me and instead kept their hands working on me. I clenched so tightly that they struggled to push their fingers back inside me, but they wouldn’t give up.

I realized my hands were in both their hair, clutching the dark curls and lighter waves like my life depended on it, and without fully realizing what I was doing, I pushed their mouths back against me.

“She wants more,” I heard them laugh together before they started working their tongues again. I felt another finger inside me, then another, and finally felt the stretch as I wondered exactly how much my cunt was taking. Their mouths were moving differently, as if they had lost focus, and when I looked down between my legs I gasped.

Their tongues were still on my clit, yes, but also on one another’s. Panted breaths and groans of pleasure came from both of them as they shared my taste with each other.

“What- what are you-” I whimpered, unable to form a coherent thought. Both their eyes locked on me and they breathed together,

“We share everything,”

and then they were kissing one another in earnest as they fucked my cunt harder together. The light one snaked a hand up my body and squeezed my breast.

“Everything,” they said, and then moved to include my clit again in the messy kiss they made me a part of.

This is wrong, this is fucking crazy, how can I-

Scattered thoughts whirled around my mind, unable to coalesce into anything useful. The whole world was their mouths and hands, their determination to pleasure me, to draw me into what they had decided was pleasurable. And at this point, what they wanted and what I wanted had started to bleed together so intensely that what I thought I wanted might as well have been this.

This was what I wanted from the very moment they both climbed into bed next to me, I was sure of it.

“-could probably get both our hands in,” I heard one of them laugh.

“She is ready.”

I was lying with my eyes closed, panting for breath and trembling through aftershocks, only dimly feeling their arms around me, pulling my limp body on top of one of them. A mustache tickled my cheek. The light one was underneath me, coaxing my lips to his for another kiss as his brother positioned my body to his liking.

I moaned softly as the light one finally slid his cock inside me. There was no need for patience or gentleness; he immediately buried himself to the hilt in my cunt, sopping wet and in desperate need of filling, growling out what sounded like a curse in another language. He started thrusting slowly, as if he thought I needed to adjust to him and didn’t want him to fuck me senseless the moment he entered me. His twin was leaning over us both, whispering things to me in English and to his brother in another tongue.

“His cock feels good, doesn’t it, prime mover?” He grabbed at my breasts as he mouthed along my shoulder, “We told you your Papas would take care of you, hmm?”

“Harder,” I moaned, tipping my head back to let him slip his hand around my throat.

“You want more?” the light one laughed, “She wants more.”

“She wants it,” they said together, and the light one pulled me back for another kiss. His thrusts slowed for a moment, and he moaned with me the next time he pushed inside me, his brother’s fingers joining his cock sliding inside me.

“Fuck,” the light one gasped, “Yea, just-” he tipped his head back with a groan. The dark one was palming his brother’s cock, squeezing it with his fingers as they both slid in and out of my cunt.

“Taking it so easily, dolcezza,” one of them said, “Sweet little cunt’s so wet it’ll take anything, hmm?”

I pressed my face into the light one’s chest and moaned, lost to the world as they fucked me so oddly together, still wanting to get fucked harder but unable to deny how good it felt already. They spoke briefly, quietly, and then they both stilled.

When I felt the head of a second cock pressing against my cunt my head snapped up in shock, even through the haze of pleasure.

“What are you- no-”

“Shh,” they hushed me together, and the light one pulled me closer with a firm hand on my back of my neck.

“You are going to love it,” he breathed, his eyes sparkling excitedly as I cried out in agony.

“Stop, stop, no-” My eyes were brimming with tears and he gently wiped them away with his thumb as the other one continued to slowly push his cock in alongside his brother’s.

“We have to have you together,” the dark one breathlessly said, “Have to- we have to.” The light one snaked his hand between our bodies as his brother groaned into my shoulder.

It felt like I was going to tear in half. The both of them were thick, and all the groundwork they’d laid with their fingers and tongues could only mitigate so much of the pain, but to my shame it didn’t hurt as badly as I expected once the light one started stroking my clit again. When the dark one slid a finger into my ass and they started slowly thrusting together, my shame only compounded as it started to feel so fucking good.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I whimpered a stream of obscenities as they stretched me, filled me, used me.

“Prime mover,” their voices were distant, breathy and colored with wanton hunger, echoing and overlapping all around me again, like when they had first mesmerized me. “We told you it would feel good. You get to have both of us together inside you and then you'll be full of your Papas’ seed, together, always together, you are where we reunite the way we were meant to. You are the bridge, you are the medium, the vessel, the garden and soil, you are the means of the greatest transmutation.”

I’m a wet hole and a womb to you, I faintly thought through the haze. Their whispers were reverberating through my body again, rippling and slithering across my skin like thick liquid fire, filling me and the room both, replacing any will I’d one had with their joined reality, pressurizing the space so rational thought was sucked away.

There are worse things to be than a receptacle for something divine. If I was outside, if I was free, all I would really be is alone.

What am I fighting this for? If I have to —get to be fucked by men who are this intent on loving me, isn't that better? I'm cherished here.

“No one will ever hurt you again,” they said as they hurt me, “Isn't this better than how you used to live? Don’t you love it? We will make you so happy, you will be our treasure, ours alone, protected and kept so safe in our hearts…”

Somehow the words continued to pour from both of them, even as we kissed, even as they kissed.

"Why would you want to leave?"

The speech flowed freely alongside and through all our moans and cries of pleasure, the cacophony only stopping when one of them panted, “I’m-” and the other frantically said, “Me too, but she has to-” and moments later they both emptied inside me, coating and filling my cunt with the reward of hot, wet seed. Outside the grunts and curses I barely heard my own whimpering breaths as the light one rubbed my clit in a near-frenzy.

“Come for us,” I heard the dark one say, “Please, you- you have to, please.”

I might as well have been a puppet for how they controlled my whole body now. I came almost on command, clenching so tightly on both their cocks that I almost squeezed them out as I howled through it. It almost wasn’t even enjoyable anymore, tired and worn out and used as I was.

Almost.

They both sighed in relief, then slid out of me as one.

“Oop,” I heard the dark one mutter, “Gotta move- keep her up. Cum’s leaking out.” I felt his hands on my hips, tugging me into position with my ass up in the air. My body was so limp that I couldn’t stay up, and after a few attempts to keep me propped up the dark one gave up and simply held me place.

“You do not want to waste any, yes?” The light one kissed the top of my head when I moaned with exhaustion. “We will let you lie down soon, treasure. You have earned your rest.”

They were both running their hands along my body again, rubbing my aching muscles with a gentle touch, lavishing me with praise in soft, soothing voices.

“You did so well, amore. You must be the one, you are the first one to take us both at the same time. We finally found someone special, hmm? Didn’t we make you feel good? You made your Papas feel good, took such good care of us with your sweet cunt, and we will take care of you too, our treasure, our perfect prime mover...”

I felt a soft kiss from each of them, and right before I drifted to sleep I heard them say,

“We will see you again tomorrow.”

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