Mated by Twilight (True Match)

Chapter 30

Leah

No, no, no !

She hadn’t just said that.

She hadn’t!

But she had. Because she was a whore. And right now, the spot between her thighs was burning so fiercely, aching deep in her lower belly, that she didn’t even care.

It was unfair to have two such attractive males touching her freely like this. At the same time, she didn’t want them to ever stop. She wanted more. Skara told her she should express that. But she couldn’t believe she’d just blurted ‘dicks’ like a fool incapable of making complete sentences.

That wasn’t sexy or seductive at all. Maybe that’s why her mom said, in the bedroom, women should just humbly accept their husband’s attentions and not ask for anything for themselves.

But the change that came over her males was immediate and unquestionable.

Sollit locked his arms around her torso and picked her up, allowing Tillos to pull her pants and underwear off in one motion so smooth and easy, it was like they practiced it. Before she could be jealous about that for longer than a second, Tillos was spreading her now naked legs, face right in front of her pussy.

“Look at this cute little hair,” he purred, hand running up through her bush. She’d never shaved – only whores did that, according to her mom – and she didn’t even have time to be self-conscious about that because Tillos’ eyes were gleaming with approval as he spread her lips.

Sollit put her down. Not back against his chest like she had been before but laid out on his lap so that she wasn’t folded over, giving Tillos easier access.

But doing so meant that she could feel his cock right there against the side of her neck. The heft of it, the way it pulsed in Sollit’s pants. She couldn’t get the memory of how large and ribbed it had been out of her head.

She was so focused on his dick, finding herself actually leaning against it, that for a moment, she forgot about Tillos between her legs. But it was only for the briefest moment before he suddenly shoved his whole face into her pussy, taking a deep breath like he was trying to inhale her.

She let out a cry, raising her head, shocked that he would do that. But when he released the breath, it was with a low groan of pleasure, his hips rocking against the bed. Like even the smell of her was enough to give him some satisfaction.

“How is she?” Sollit asked, voice full of dark joy. “Good, right?”

“Incredible,” Tillos purred, leaning in again.

But instead of taking a deep breath, he licked her. With a full, broad, flat tongue. Stroking all the way up from her butt to her clit.

“Oh, brother,” he moaned, eyes rolling back. “You didn’t say it was this good.”

“Don’t tease,” Sollit chuckled, adjusting his dick. “Get her ready for us. She’ll need it.”

She’d need what ?!

Before she could ask, Tillos was burying his face into her curls, his tongue spearing into her, as he feasted like a pig at slop. Messy and loud and eager. His whole body shuddering as his fingers dug into her thighs, as if daring anyone to try to rip him away.

But she only got a brief glimpse of him like that because her head fell back, mouth opening in a scream that was caught in her throat.

When Sollit did this, he’d been slow and sweet. Like he was getting her used to it. But Tillos was enthusiastic and eager – like eating her out was more for him than her.

Despite that, it was incredible. A rush of hot pleasure each time his nose brushed across her clit. From the heat of his tongue stretching her out. From the press of his dulled claws into her thighs.

She grabbed onto Sollit’s arms, her body wiggling. But Tillos’ harsh grip kept her trapped in place. Oh, that’s who he was afraid might take her away from him – herself.

She was no more prepared for this the second time than she had been the first. The scream finally left her throat when she, very quickly, broke her peak. She thrashed against Tillos but, unlike Sollit, he didn’t stop. Even when the sensation became too much, he just pushed her hips deeper into the bed, his tongue wriggling inside her, gulping her down like she was a drinking fountain.

“Such a loud little thing you are,” Sollit chuckled. “I think you need something to plug this little hole, don’t you?”

His longest finger traced along her lower lip, then past it. Into her mouth. Teasing her tongue. Her sounds became muffled as she shivered. His skin didn’t taste salty like she expected. He didn’t really taste like anything, but the little scales on his fingers were smooth and hot.

“Feed her, brother,” Tillos said, his voice also muffled. But the vibration of it against her pussy made her shiver and groan.

“You think I should?” Sollit smirked, adjusting his dick again. “You want this, aevea ?”

“Mmf,” she agreed, tongue wrapping around his finger. Yes. That was what she wanted. The taste of him, the heat of him. She wanted a chance to suck his dick.

Even the thought made her entire face burn. But she didn’t want to take it back. Tillos’ ceaseless efforts between her legs had made her hungry for more again. Her shame was quickly being buried by the sheer force of pleasure and desire ripping through her in equal measure.

“So eager,” Sollit praised, moving her head gently so that her body was twisted just a bit – so she could meet him face to face without disturbing Tillos. He freed himself just enough that he could press the seal on his pants, pulling them down just far enough that his dick could pop out.

She was more ready this time.

She thought she was more ready this time.

She definitely wasn’t. Because the sight of it, the head so hot pink and angry, the entire thing throbbing, the blatantly inhuman shape of it, made her squirm. It was scary, but in a way that only enhanced the white-hot pleasure that came with each flick of Tillos’ tongue across her clit.

She was scared of it, but she wanted it. She wanted to pull back, to ease some of the pressure in her belly, the heat in her chest, but she craved the taste of him like it was fresh water on a hot day. She needed it to put out this blaze burning her up inside.

“Open,” Sollit told her, even as his finger pulled on her jaw, prompting her to do just that.

And good thing he did, because she didn’t think she’d have the courage to do it herself. Or to keep it open as that strange, pointed cock head came towards her. Her entire belly cramped – with nerves, with desire, with an impending climax thanks to Tillos’ efforts.

This was so wrong, she thought to herself, staring with wide eyes at the alien cock coming towards her lips. She felt the heat of it, then the pressure, then the flavor of his warm pre-cum. That indescribable flavor that was so good, it easily beat back any lingering uncertainties.

Sollit groaned, removing his finger from her mouth. Causing her lips to close over his cock. Just the head was inside her, the rest of the rounded, ridged body sticking out so obscenely, her entire vision filled with his rippling torso as he cradled the back of her head.

“Suck it, aevea ,” he ordered. “Lick it. Enjoy it.”

She did.

Like having the command made it easier to do, like the permission was all she had been waiting for, she let her tongue roll over the head. Enjoying the strange shape. The taste of his precum, so warm and thick on her tongue. When she sucked, Sollit made such a delicious noise, she did it again just to hear it one more time.

All the while, Tillos was playing with her entrance. He slowly pressed two fingers into her, stretching her out in a way that was just bordering on uncomfortable – but that sting somehow added to the riot of sensations running through her.

“There you go. Good female,” Sollit groaned, his hips barely flexing. The barest hint of movement against her lips. Like he was resisting the urge to fuck her face.

Oh. She liked that thought. She liked it a lot. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to take it, but she really wanted to try. To be a good girl. To be a good mate.

Someone was pinching her nipple. She couldn’t see who, not with Sollit’s abdomen taking up her full field of vision. Just the fact that she didn’t know made her shiver.

Tillos suddenly stopped licking her. Which made her whimper in protest. He chuckled as she felt him moving between her legs. His fingers pulled free, and as uncomfortable as it had been having them inside, she missed the pressure already.

She whimpered on Sollit’s dick, and he groaned, pressing just a bit deeper. Stretching her lips, caressing the flat of her tongue. She could feel Tillos’ thighs pressing against the back of hers as he got into position.

Position for…

Oh. It was about to happen.

She tensed, anticipating what was to come. What she had expressly asked for. That desire to run rushed through her again, but this time she was pinned down by both of them, her mouth full of Sollit’s throbbing flesh, as Tillos began rubbing something hot and ridged against her entrance. A place that seemed so indecently wet as he moved against her

But even as she had that thought that she wanted to escape, that she couldn’t breathe because everything was too overwhelming, Sollit’s hand tightened against her hair and he groaned, shallow thrusts fucking her mouth. Her only warning before he suddenly went still, every muscle tight. Hot and thick cum lashed against the back of her throat. Filling her with that amazing taste, that indescribable flavor that she needed. She suckled on his cock, sucking more of it out-

-as Tillos suddenly pushed forward. Filling her in one smooth, rushed movement.

And it hurt.

Leah let out a cry, popping off of Sollit’s dick, reaching down to grab Tillos. She caught his arm, wanting to push him out.

She didn’t like that at all. Why had no one warned her that sex hurt? Oh, no. What if this was what her mom had been talking about? What if sex really wasn’t supposed to feel good? She had been deluding herself this whole time and-

Sollit was purring.

Tillos was purring.

They were both stroking her. Sollit’s hand over her hair, rubbing the back of her neck. Tillos along her thighs, along her belly.

“Don’t be afraid,” Sollit purred, rubbing his still-hard dick along her lips. Spreading more of his seed, prompting her to tongue the ribbed flesh. And it still tasted so good.

“We’ve got you,” Tillos promised, his pelvis pressed against hers. Remaining still as he waited for her to adjust to his size.

But she couldn’t even remember the pain, much less the fact that she had been nervous. They calmed her down so easily and, as she relaxed back against the bed, releasing Tillos’ arm, their purrs died down with her until it was just them looking at her. Waiting for her permission to continue.

“Are you alright, aevea? ” Sollit asked, and she realized that it came from a place of genuine concern. He looked so worried by her reaction.

Between her legs, Tillos was shaking with the effort it took him not to move, but he was looking at her expectantly. Waiting for her to gather herself.

Oh, right. These were her males. They hadn’t meant to hurt her. They were going to take care of her. And even if it didn’t feel good to her, it felt good to them. And she did understand what her mother had been telling her. She wanted it to feel good for them. Even if she had to bear a bit more discomfort. It would be worth it to see them enjoying her so much.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, smiling. The taste of Sollit’s cum on her tongue, on her lips. “I’m okay. Don’t stop. Please?”

Tillos groaned, eyes rolling in time with his hips as he slowly pulled out then pushed back in. Again and again. Building up speed until their bed was rocking, her body bouncing against him as Sollit leaned over, taking one of her nipples between his lips and sucking.

And it felt…

Good .

As the discomfort of something new and strange inside her began to fade, the aborted ecstasy began to build again. She grabbed Tillos with one hand, Sollit with the other. Clinging to them both as Tillos pounded soft, gasping moans from her throat with each thrust.

Oh, yes. His dick felt very good. The ribbed edges stroking inside her, pulling at her entrance, stuffing her full. So very full. She could feel him deep in her belly. Hitting parts of her that she didn’t even know existed.

Sollit chuckled, lifting his head, tongue lolling out to circle around her nipple as she stared, enchanted by the way they made love to her.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sollit told her, grinning. “Look at how beautiful you are when you’re getting fucked. I bet I can make it better.”

Better? How could this get any better?

Sollit reached down, keeping his eyes on her, as he began circling her clit. All the while, Tillos didn’t even pause. He just kept moving as Sollit’s slow circling sent white hot pleasure shooting up through her belly. Destroying her as she cried out, her entire body locking up.

Tillos groaned, going still as his fingers dug into her hips. Something warm filled her. His seed. He was coming inside her. Leah whimpered, fingers digging into their flesh, as her legs shook and her toes curled.

“Beautiful,” Sollit moaned reverently, leaning down and kissing her on the open mouth. His fingers still circling around her clit as she trembled.

“ Hurik vat, Sollit ,” Tillos groaned, speaking in a tongue she didn’t recognize. “ Tut ski ve iks ette .”

“Wha…?” She panted, looking between them.

Sollit smirked. “He says you’re fucking good. And I have to feel you.”

“Huh…”

Leah was too drunk – on pleasure, on fatigue – to figure out what they were saying. But she put the puzzle pieces together when Tillos pulled out. She whimpered, the tender flesh pulsing around nothing now, something hot and slick trickling down her butt.

Tillos moved to the side, Sollit quickly taking his place before she had a chance to close her thighs. He chuckled breathlessly, staring between her legs. Whatever he saw made his eyes wild as Tillos crawled up to her side.

“Clean me,” he ordered, taking her by the back of the neck.

Once again, a thick, ribbed dick was coming towards her face. Only now, it was shiny and slick with their combined juices – white and glittering gold trails dripping off him. And it should have been nasty, right? So why did her belly cramp with longing?

She stuck out her tongue, licking up from the base to the head. Cleaning up their combined pleasure – hers musky and salty but nearly undetectable beneath that rich taste of him that she craved like it was hot chocolate on a snowy day.

She was on her second, long lick when Sollit’s head began breeching her. They both groaned as she winced, too sensitive to take him.

Tillos began to purr. Him alone. Easing back the discomfort and letting her float in a wonderful sense of freedom as Sollit pushed deep so achingly slowly. The purr did nothing to take away from the wonderful pressure of him filling her.

“Open,” Tillos ordered, hand fisting her hair.

She did as she was told. Sticking out her tongue. Eagerly taking his slick and hot dick into her mouth as Sollit began to thrust wildly between her legs. Making a mess of her as Tillos used his grip on her head to begin moving her up and down his shaft. And his purr made it so that she didn’t even react when he began hitting the back of her throat.

She was stuffed so full of both of them. Their warm cum filling her from both ends. She wanted more of it. She was going mad. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure up her belly, centered in her womb. Her mouth was so full, and she hummed, making Tillos growl as his moves became frantic. It was his turn to reach between their bodies, stroking her clit furiously as Sollit rocked her body.

Their groans, their scents, the touch of their skin on her heated flesh – it was all too much. She was nothing more than a gasping, moaning, mindless vessel or their pleasure. Floating on a sea of ecstasy and need as their movements became frantic, wild, desperate .

Leah shattered first. Her body, her mind, exploding as the ecstasy broke her into a thousand pieces. Hot liquid filled her womb, her mouth as Sollit and Tillos came with her, their three bodies tense and grinding together as they pumped her full. And she grabbed onto both of them, not wanting them to pull away.

They collapsed together. Sollit over her body, Tillos across the pillows on top of her head. Their dicks fell out of her. She swallowed what Tillos left on her tongue, but Sollit’s load was wasted, leaking out of her. And she couldn’t even close her legs to keep it in her, not with him between them.

But to her surprise, even when he moved, she couldn’t gather the strength to do it. She was laid out on the bed, her muscles all weak and watery. The spot between her legs was aching, sore and tender. But only until she heard them purring.

She floated away. Not concerned with a single thing. Not about the fact that she’d just lost her virginity to two males at the same time. Not the fact that they’d come inside her without protection. The pain between her legs faded leaving only a wonderful glow from the lingering ecstasy. She just laid there as they moved around her.

Both of them left, but they returned quickly after. They had cleaning clothes in their hands. Tillos began wiping away the sweat on her forehead. Sollit pushed her legs apart to clean her there.

Then froze.

“Tillos…”

His brother’s head snapped up and he looked down. They both froze.

“She’s bleeding,” Sollit breathed, his eyes wide with horror.

Tillos cursed, leaning over her. Cupping her cheek.

“Leah? Are you okay?” He asked, breathless with worry.

Leah wanted to tell him that it was okay. That she was fine. She didn’t know it was going to hurt so much, but she knew that women bled their first time being together. That had been in the holy book and taught to her and the other young women. They’d told her that the blood was proof to her husband that she’d been pure all her life for him.

But she couldn’t say that because they were both still purring. The combined power was too much for her. She didn’t feel pain or soreness. She couldn’t even be concerned about their concern – she was just happy and floating.

“Should we stop?” Sollit asked, hand shaking.

“No,” Tillos answered quickly. “She could be seriously hurt. She might be in pain if we stop. We should take her to the med room.”

No, she didn’t want that. They must know she was untouched, right? Surely, they shouldn’t be surprised by some bleeding with her hymen broken.

But they didn’t want to stop purring, so she couldn’t bring herself to actually be worried about how hard they were overreacting. She had no energy to move her body after the way they’d taken her either, so she just laid there, kind of amused by the way they were freaking out about something so normal to her.

Even when Sollit threw a sheet over her, hiding her body, and Tillos tenderly picked her up, she didn’t really care. She just closed her eyes, enjoying the way Tillos’ purr rumbled directly through his chest into her as he and Sollit rushed from the room.