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[Bunny]

 

[Bunny]

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[Lady Jace Beleren]

Traditions were everything when your family was royalty. So, when the crown princes, twins that had been seen as a blessing to the kingdom, had forsaken one of the oldest, it had come as a shock. Every human in the kingdom received a pet when they came of age. One of the non-humans of the realm, blessed with magic and gifts beyond the mortals that outnumbered them, was selected to serve as a companion. A tradition as old as time, bound in magic older than any living creature. Some simply kept them as friends and servants. Others bonded with them, took them as lovers, or simply used them as toys. Once you were given your pet, they were yours until death separated you. Some sought more pets, spend coin and favors to amass a harem. The princes had declined all offers for a decade, right down to the day. It had not been a protest or some higher moral choice. They simply found the idea of a pet, someone who served them without choice, to be incredibly boring. The crown princes of Westock were not saints or revolutionaries. They indulged in their share of scandals and uncouth behavior. More than their share, if one asked the ladies of the court. It was just that they were never cruel, never used their power to get what they wanted. Level-headed and balanced against one another, the kingdom thought they were the way to a bright, if chaotic, future. And part of that meant respecting tradition. So, deals had been made, conditions set. Their pet would he a volunteer, first and foremost. A woman, simply out of preference. A virgin, because teaching her what they liked was the most appealing part of all of this. Those were the requirements for someone to be offered. If they were displeased, then no bond would be made. If they were happy, then the princes would finally have their pet. That was all there was to it. And, today, their twenty-eighth birthday, was the deadline. The reward, aside from status, was a summer home on the coast of the kingdom, though that had been their mother's doing. And so, the parade of potential pets had been underway for nearly a full afternoon. --- "I liked the nymph that Sir Felton brought. She seemed like she really wanted it. And, well, you saw her." Amerey was sitting sideways in the plush throne that had been moved to their rooms for the occasion. He was always the honest one. The one who gave hard truth and kind words in equal measure whenever they were fit. He was the one who many insisted should be king one day. The brothers refused to entertain the idea of anything except equal power in every regard, but there were always dissenters. They thought he would rule more fairly than his brother. "If you find me a nymph who is a virgin by the time she's of age, I'll marry her. They lure men for sport brother. Not that she wasn't gorgeous, but she would be teaching us by the end of the day." Alsen was, despite the pair being twins, seen as the pretty one. He sat back on his throne, legs wide and chin resting on his hand. He radiated boredom with the whole affair, despite being the one who enjoyed games the most. He was no different from a nymph, luring in anyone who appealed to him. His tastes were much broader than his brother, though neither shied away from much. They had met almost two dozen pet candidates today. Some were brought in by their noble court, trained in luxurious academies to be perfect in every way. Others came from their homes, communities of non-humans that dotted the kingdom. They offered themselves because they wanted to, not for the prize their mother offered. The contract between human and pet was something powerful, deeper than marriage or family. The non-humans understood the magic in ways a human never could. Some yearned for it like food and water. Others tried to resist and failed. Those were the kind the twins truly wished to avoid. Not all pets were slaves to the bond, but some were and there was nothing to be done once it happened. Amerey was getting ready to suggest they settle for the nymph regardless when she entered their rooms. A mishmash of red and black hair, a pixie face with pouty lips that drew both brothers' eyes immediately, and a glow in her face that almost screamed she was dying to be here. Alsen sat up in his throne and Amerey smiled at her openly. They hardly noticed the man who had walked in beside her, did not even acknowledge him with a greeting. When she stood before them, they asked the same questions they had asked every other woman. "Who were you before you walked in here?" Alsen asked, face serious. "And why do you want to be our pet?" Amerey added.

 

[Bunny]

The bond was well known. Human and otherworldly bound together, to offer a balance of sorts. The wild, untamed power, tempered by the mundane blood of humans. To hear it said so bluntly would perhaps make one think less of the human component of the bond. Those who thought so were fools. Wild magic was voracious and dangerous if left untempered. It consumed. Not a smoldering, slow burn. Ravenous and wicked, burning through the vessel of power leaving nothing but a husk behind. Not all were blessed with such power, but those who were, needed to be bonded. Araxie was in need of a bond as she came of age. Some of the otherworldly creatures could wait to find the perfect match, she could not. While many were trained to be slaves, willing, buxom partners in whatever way their humans desired. Lover, friend, servant or toy. Not all however were taken into the programs. Missed or refused to join the government programs. Araxie? She’d entered into the protection of her provincial lord at the age of ten. In those eight years, she was allowed to grow wild and free. Manners, lessons and the like were taught, but he didn’t restrict her otherwise. Encouraging her precocious behavior, with a plan in mind. To give her to the princes. Not choosing a slave had been the talk of the kingdom and still was a decade later. It wasn’t that they were prudes. No, they had a fair number of scandals under their belts. Lord Karstien though had a theory when he’d taken Araxie under his wing, one that would either be proven or discredited this day.. -- Toying with her hair, Araxie waited in the corridor. The men and women before here were all beautiful, dressed in rich outfits to barely there clothing. She’d chosen something that blended the two perfectly. At her left shoulder, black diamonds gathered, flowing over her breasts and stomach, slowly fading into black mesh. It showed the hints of her sex, and her pump ass, but still hid her. Her black cherry locks fell down her back and around her shoulders loose. Her pale features left unadorned. Her ruby eyes almost glowing. Time slowly passed as they moved up. One by one, people entered and then left. As her time came. She felt the butterflies in her stomach. Her name was called, along with her patron’s and she walked into the room to find the two princes lounging before her. One of them shifted, sitting up further while the other smiled at her. A smile curled on her lips, shy, but eager to before them finally. The questions made her head tilt, kitten-like as she watched them. “I was who I am now.” her eyes flickered to the door. “Unless the doorway is spelled?” her eyes cut back to them and she smiled, fangs flashing. “But I somehow doubt that. I am Araxie.” She inclined her head to them both. “As to why I am here, that is not exactly an easy answer is it?” Shifting she moved a step closer. “Part of it, because I must find a partner.” She lifted a finger, a singular flame flickering to life. “Power, great power, needs to be tempered.” Her eyes found theirs. “But I wouldn’t have chosen to come here, if that was the only reason. Being bound because I need it to survive? Boring.” She looked from one twin to the other. “I asked to be presented today because I want to belong, I want to explore all the things I’ve been denied.” Her lips curled wickedly. “And why not with a prince or two?” her smile grew. “I want to play and be played with.”

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Ameret gave her a curious look for her curious reply. Not exactly what they had intended when they thought it up. It was meant to be final, to remind her that this was all or nothing. If she was here against her will, it might startle her, make her admit something. Once the bond was made, they could not simply get rid of her. One could have many pets, though it could become exhausting, or even dangerous, if they had too much power. However, once the bond was made, it took a monstrous effort to undo it, which always involved passing the bond to another. Humans always seemed to have the better half of the deal, including the ability to escape it. However, this new arrival showed no distress, no worry about the possibility of being bound. She looked from one twin to the other. They could be told apart easily by their face, but made an effort to make it as difficult as possible by wearing the same clothes, the same hair. It worked infrequently, but amused them nonetheless. Today, they both wore simple white shirts, cut low in the front. Black slacks covered their legs, the most basic garments they owned to counteract the opulence of their home, of these silly thrones. Amerey did not even wear boots, bare feet dangling off the arm of his seat. The rest of her reply, though, was far more interesting. She seemed like she was more interested in the fun than the bond itself. That was not a new response, but most of the more eager candidates were nymphs and succubi, who craved sex like food or treated it like a game. Araxie seemed to want to play, but because it sounded fun. Because he had always wanted to try. Aslen stood up from his seat, which was already a first, but before he spoke, he turned to his brother. There seemed to be a moment of wordless communication, with each giving the other nothing but a twitch of the mouth or a slight raise of the eyebrow. Then, Aslen turned back to the pair and said calmly. "You can leave." There was a pause, a moment where he just let the words hover. Then, he added. "Tell them you can have the prize. We will be keeping Araxie." With that, Amerey turned himself in the chair, keeping his attention only on the woman they decided would be their new pet. He stood with a smooth grace and crossed the room to stand towering above the little demon. Aslen was behind him by only a moment. Standing together, each at least a foot taller than their new companion, they almost looked intimidating. Almost. Instead, they were appraising her more closely. Looks mattered when they planned to spend all of their free time ravaging the little thing, but it had not been the most important thing. Now, they planned to inspect her more thoroughly. No sooner had the door closed, her patron vanishing like magic now that he had what he wanted, than the two of them began to touch her. Not rough or claiming touches. Not yet. Amerey put a hand on her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair, looking at her startling crimson eyes and pretty little mouth. Aslen was more blatant, finding the side of her throat and running his thumb along it while he turned his head to appraise her. There were a few ways to form a bond, all involving a willing exchange. A drop of blood was traditional, but there were plenty of things you could make your pet swallow. "We already said yes, but you are willing? And you have no experience with a man?" Amerey moved another hand to lift her chin and run his thumb along her bottom lip. She was beautiful, for certain. He could not blame her patron for getting curious. Aslen moved to walk around her, fingers still trailing along her throat. He stood close, matching his hand with the other. "And how would you like to take your oath? Blood? Kissing? Something else?"

 

[Bunny]

The pair didn’t look like princes, but Araxia assumed that was part of the plan. Surrounded by opulence and to look almost down to earth and they lounged in their thrones. One of the princes even had bare feet, and her eyes swept over them unabashedly. Curious with them as much as they were with her. Bonding could happen with any human, it was a simple thing in truth. It wasn’t as if they offered her more, in that realm than the stable boy who had taken their horses. While her lord had encouraged her choice, the whole thing subliminally pushed since he’d taken her in, it in the end had been her choice. Tales of their deeds, their scandals.. All had made her want to meet them. Tales of their prowess had not been well guarded and in a world where sex was was not frowned on, or thought of something dirty, it had opened a world of curiosities to her. One stood and turned to look at his twin. Ataxia watched with the same innocent curiosity. They seemed to communicate without words before her lord was dismissed. He left without a word, the door swinging closed behind her. The man who had been an almost father figure vanished without a second thought, leaving her with them. Not that she minded. They towered over her, she was almost five feet tall, but just barely. They didn't scare her however as they gazed down at her. They were taking stock of their new pet. Slave. Toy. Whatever they decided on. A hand slid to her cheek as the door slid closed and she leaned her cheek into his touch. A purr left her as her lashes lowered for a moment, soaking in the comfort. When a second hand joined the first, her lashes lifted, a thumb running over her pulse. Even as the first hand tangled into her soft, thick locks. They touched her, explored her. She belonged to them now, no matter what else happened. “I am.” The words vibrated against his hand and she smiled. “I chose you, or I suppose, chose to take the chance on you.” A brow lifted lazily. “I am a virgin, if that is what you are asking. I have seen things.. That makes me squirm. But I don’t know the touch of anyone else beyond myself.” How did she want her oath? The idea of tasting them appealed, but she didn’t need to feed. “I am not particularly hungry.” her cheeks heated, her lashes lowering shyly once more. “But I wouldn't mind tasting you in another way..” She knew about sex, had watched people fuck.. Knew things she wanted to try, but when it came to outright asking to be face fucked? Araxia was shy.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

The feeling of her little purr against his fingers made Aslen feel a little surge of desire. Her outfit alone had been enough to make him want her. Then, her cute face and absolutely wild attitude toward all of this had him starving to try her out. The purr, though, struck something different. A more primal need to make her do it again. She wanted this badly, wanted to find out what the twins were like. Their reputation was well-known, yes. Sex was not exactly taboo when tradition dictated almost every keep a sex slave on hand. The king and queen kept their pets on hand, made no effort to hide what they did. And if they did not hide it, no one else would. So, the twins were well-known for taking any partner that struck their fancy, along with their pets. The fact that she was a vampire had barely even occurred to the twins. After all, letting her feed was not an inconvenience when they planned to let her put her mouth wherever she pleased and killing your bonded human was suicide. When she said that she had seen things that made her squirm, though, Amerey leaned down and bridged the gap in their height to hover close to her lips. She was so small, and that made him want her even more. "You will have to tell us what made you squirm the most." Somehow, she managed to make them seem almost tame in the way they were touching her. She was a virgin and a vampire. Just a small bite would have been enough. Natural, even. Instead, she offered herself up just like a pet should. Alsen, still holding her throat on both sides, leaned down to whisper in her ear. "That is an amazing reply, Araxie. You are going to fit right in. Lucky you, my brother and I love teaching good girls how to do all the worst things." His hands moved from her throat to her shoulders, pushing her down to guide her. Amerey moved his hands from her, pressing his lips to her forehead as she moved to kneel. They did not revel in using their royalty to control people, preferring to make them bend for other ways. Araxie, it seemed, would need exactly zero encouragement. Aslen finally led her down to her knees and followed her down, pushing his fingers into her hair and scratching at her scalp gently. He wanted her. Wanted her so fucking badly from just those few things she had said, but the shyness was what drew him in the most. Despite everything, she was shy. "My brother can start. I'll stay here and teach you. You want him to fuck your mouth, don't you? Want him to try to fit the whole thing in your throat? Ask him nicely, since you want it so badly." Amerey moved a step closer, shamelessly putting himself in position in front of her. His interest was obvious from the subtle bulge in his slacks, though he was hardly at full size just yet. He put a hand on top of Araxie's head, stroking his fingers through her hair. "Such a cute vampire and you want us to do such naughty things to you? Should I assume you don't want us to be gentle just because you are a virgin?"

 

[Bunny]

One of them knelt closer, his mouth so close,s he could kiss him if she wanted. He’ see the way her cheeks deepened, and the lustful thoughts entered her mind, her ruby eyes darkening a fraction the little gasp that left her lips. The one leaned closer, his lips brushed her ear, his voice and breath making her shiver. When he began to push on her shoulders, she knelt with ease. Bare feet resting against the scratchy mesh of her dress and the cool black diamonds that fell down the back of the dress. Lips pressed to her forehead and her eyes closed, a happy hum leaving her. “Tell me your names?” Of course she knew their names, but which was which. She wanted them to tell her. When fingers slid into her hair and nails brushed along her scalp, Araxie moaned, softly and that purr started again. “Mmmn, that feels nice.” Willingly her body pressed against the twin’s beside her. “I’d like that,” she whispered softly, looking up at the man before her. The lust in her eyes was laid bare before them. “Yes.” She whispered again, her eyes on Amerey. The small squirm was answer enough to the last bit. Yes,s he wanted him to try and fit his entire length down her throat. Wanted to feel him, struggle to breathe and be used for his pleasure. Her eyes slipped from ho to the twin beside her. “Yes, very much so.” Naughty things, dirty things. Ataxia wanted to be fucked used and to come screaming around them. Her head tilted to one side. “No.. I don’t want gentle. It has its palace, I am sure, but I.. I want to struggle to breathe… To be a drooling mess.” Her cheeks pinked again and she smiled shyly, but proudly at her own admittance.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Aslen, kneeling so close beside her, was the one who answered her request first. "I'm Prince Aslen. You won't be required to use our titles, of course." Amerey was focused on that little hum. It seemed she craved affection, despite all the lustful thoughts that were currently filling her head. That was fine with him, his fingers moving back up to stroke through her hair again. "I'm Amerey. We usually like to play games and make people figure it out themselves, but you have more important lessons to learn." Aslen moved closer to her ear, so near now that his breath brushed over the little point that marked her as a non-human, along with her eyes and teeth. Then, she said the most naughty thing yet and he groaned softly for her, fingers tightening into her hair to pulled it hard enough to jerk her head back. He moved to be completely behind her, placing his knees on the sides of her feet and pressing his body close. She could feel the curve of his length against her lower back through the thin fabric of her dress. "You can start with him, but we need to finish together, or as close as we can, if you want to bond us both. So, once you will need to take us both, take turns swallowing us back and forth. How does that sound?" Amerey was done waiting and playing games though. While he kept his hand on top of her head, fingers running back in her hair until he met his brother's hand, then starting again. The other hand found the waist of his slacks and tugged them roughly. They slid down a little, then snagged on his growing need, springing free a moment later when he forced his pants down further. And he was everything the rumors had said. Thick and long, big enough to look almost ridiculous compared to the her cute face so close. And he was getting bigger right before her eyes, clearly loving how Araxie was acting for them. With a small nudge, he pressed his cock against her cheek, which twitched with excitement, hot against her skin. "Still think you can fit the whole thing down your throat? Being twins means what you think, so Aslen won't be giving you a break. He can give you a distraction, though." Amerey seemed to be waiting for his brother to do exactly that, and he seemed happy to do so. He held her hair tight still, but the other hand moved to the loose shoulders of her dress. With a small push, one shoulder was suddenly bare, her black diamonds flashing in the light from the high windows. The other side he kept in place, his hand moving to stroke over the soft skin he had exposed. He nipped her ear just at the tip and pushed her closer to his brother's cock. "Show him how good of a pet you can be. You can take him all the way, I'm sure. After all, you don't want to be able to breath. But, don't rush. You are learning. Enjoy yourself."

 

[Bunny]

Aslen, was the body pressing close to her. “Aslen,” his name was a sweet purr and she looked up to Amerey. “Amerey.” she echoed. The heat in her eyes matched with the tone of her voice as she gazed up his torso to meet his eyes. “If we do play, would I get a prize for guessing right?” While some might have wanted finery or gold, the wicked gleam in her eye told themes he wanted something more carnal. A gasp left her as Aslen moved closer, the warmth of his breath making her tremble pleasurably. The groan right next to her ear went straight to her core, making Araxia squirm. The feeling of his fingers as he pulled her head back, causing her to moan again. Pain and pleasure, a razor thin line that it seemed their new pet would happily walk. His body slowly formed an almost protective shell at her back, as he pressed behind her. Ataxia’s smaller body resting between his thighs. The words he needed never came as she squirmed and whimpered in response to the picture he painted for her. Petting, fingers slipping through her hair, Amerey pulled at his pants with his free hand. As they dropped, snagged and then fell again, Ataxia watched, unable to look away as he spring free. The twins were blessed, it had not been exaggerated. “Fuck,” her whisper was dripping with desire, not fear. The tip of him nudged along her cheek and she turned her head, licking at the edge of the mushroom tip. The front of her dress sagged and a breast spilled into view. Small, and pert. The nipple was a blushing pink and arching hard against the air and the arousal she couldn’t seem to escape. No that she had any desire to. Teeth scraped against her ear as he nudged her head closer to his twin’s cock. Her lips brushed the tip and she parted them, looking up. Show them how good she could be. Go, slow, learn. Enjoy. Her hands rose to his hips. Resting lightly as she licked along that tip. This was her first experience with anyone. She wanted to go slow, to tease, lick and learn and they seemed willing to allow her to indulge. Opening her mouth she slowly sucked at the tip of him. The pressure was gentle, testing. As she pulled back, there was a small flash of pain from her teeth. Ataxia didn’t break the kin, but tested to see if he liked it. She had never touched a man or women, but had been close enough to them while they fucked. Had questioned them. Had rough ideas of what needed to be done. But knowing and doing? They were vastly different and she planned on doing all of it.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Amerey could only smile down at her as she asked about playing games. Unfortunately, they were dissimilar enough that the game only worked on passing acquaintances. She would be their pet, their companion for their entire lives. So, he stroked her hair gently and gave her a smile. "I don't think that game would be fair. You can already tell us apart, can't you? If you want to be fucked, you don't need to play a game." The fact of the matter was that the twins had avoided having a pet for many reasons. One of them was that they felt like they would run them ragged with their sex drive. Based on how Araxie was acting, that would not be a problem. Feeling her press back against him only encouraged Alsen to do the same until they were completely molded against one another. Each twitch and pulse of his length was able to be felt while he made a game of showing her exactly how they would be using her, though it did not feel like they were the ones getting what they wanted. The reaction to his brother had him smirking. She really meant that she wanted them to be rough. Each time they tested her, she proved she wanted more. Amerey groaned at the feeling of her mouth, of the actual pleasure after all the waiting, all the time they had spent having possible pets try to appeal to them. Araxie had not been the only one to wear a revealing outfit. She was not even the first to be on her knees for them, though she was the first to actually get anything from them. So, just the feeling of her tongue had him groaning, pressing back against it. While she tasted him, Amerey put his hand around the base of his cock, helping to guide it into her mouth as she eagerly tried to fit the head of him between her lips. "Good girl. I think you can fit the whole thing if you..." He let out a small hiss at the feeling of her teeth, but he throbbed between her lips, a drop of precum rolling off onto her tongue. "Trying to get punished? Lucky you, Aslen is in charge of teaching." His brother was more focused on her at the moment, looking around her shoulder to see how she looked with the dress falling off. He moved a hand to her other shoulder, pushing it off and letting the whole thing fall to the floor. A moment later, it found her perky breast, fingers wrapping around her nipple and pulling. Then, his fingers tightened and he growled in her ear. "Biting without permission? You said not to be gentle, so I suppose you're asking for it." The hand on her head tightened even more. With a harsh push, he forced her further down on his brother's cock. He filled her mouth to the brim, yet Aslen showed no mercy, forcing her down until he threatened to enter her throat. He gave her a moment to feel it, to feel how full her mouth was just from that. He was aching against her, the dress still held up by his body. "I think I changed my mind. She can manage us both. She wants it so badly." Aslen moved to stand, the dress finally dropping away completely. He was swollen and aching, straining against his slacks even as he walked around to the front. He seemed to be completely out of patience, as he pulled them down immediately, revealing a cock just as large as his brother, pressing it to her cheek even as it bulged from Amerey.

 

[Bunny]

It made sense, the reasoning but there was a flash of a pout in her features. She liked games, they’d find another though. Now that she knew who was who, they were right, it wouldn’t be a competition. Aspen and Amerey looked similar, but there were stark differences. Amerey’s eyes were a shade brighter than Alsen’s. Aslen’s hair was a shade darker than Amerey’s. There was also the shape of their jaws. Though, by far the quickest way to tell the pair apart was the vitiligo that Aslen had. It was as if part of her own skin, milky pale, had melded to his tanned, sun kissed skin. As if.. She’d always been a part of them. “Maybe I want to play games before being fucked silly,” she countered with a sweet smile. Pushing back against Aslen, she felt his body eagerly mold to her own. It was pleasant and she snuggled closer still. Like a kitten, she found her spot and was stilled. She could feel his body twitch in excitement, a dark thrill spiraling through her. The hiss and then the way his cock throbbed and precum spilled onto her tongue told her he’d liked it. While Aslen might have been in charge of teaching he was far more focused on baring her body. The other shoulder fell and both breasts slid into view as the cloth fell. A warm hand cupped her breast and fingers found a nipple. The growl and tightening of the nub had her gasping around Amerey’s cock. The hand in her hair tightened and then pushed her down on Amerey’s cock. Her jaw ached as she was forced to open her mouth wider. He pushed till the tip of his twin brushed her throat and the first gag was heard, her body reacting violently against the intrusion. Tears sparked at the edges of her lashes, but she didn’t fight, but leaned in. Giving up on waiting, the warmth at her back left and she pulled back, slightly along Amerey's cock. Her hands flexed on his hips and she bobbed her head, once, twice,each time he brushed against her gag reflex. Her hands slipped along Amerey’s hips and as her eyes rolled up watched them both, two things happened at once. Amerey slipped into her throat as Aslen’s cock brushed her cheek. She fought against her body and its reaction before she pulled back gasping. Amerey popped from her mouth as she drew ragged breaths. Shifting she knelt between them, one hand on each of their hips. Opening her mouth, tongue out, she looked up at Aslen, as if offering herself to him.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Amerey was already enjoying the feeling of her mouth while his brother teased her. What he did not expect was for Aslen to push her down so suddenly. They had intended to take their time, and the sudden rush of pleasure had him groaning, gripping her hair just as tight as his brother did. "Fuck, that feels good." He could feel her throat around the head of his cock, constricting and gripping him. He expected her to retreat, to give up from the way her body lurched. Instead, her hands found his hips and held him in place while she did her best to work deeper and deeper. When she finally managed to get him down her throat, he bucked, barely aware his brother was standing beside him. They both watched as she pulled away, tears in her eyes and drool ready to drip off her offered tongue. Aslen grabbed a rough handful of her hair again, this time guiding her toward his own cock. He was certain that Araxie would be upset if they did anything less. So, with a growl of lust, he pushed the huge head between her lips and forced her down. "You certainly learn quick. So..." Amerey was forced to let go as Aslen put both hands on her head. He pushed his hips forward while he shoved his cock past the barrier of her throat. Immediately, he felt it constricting and squeezing, giving him so much pleasure while it tried to force him out. They watched her gag and struggle, watched tears stream from her eyes as she looked nothing but content. It only made him throb more, swell to fill every bit of empty space as it cock curved down her throat. When he pulled back, Amerey was already waiting, cock so thick and needy that he had begun to stroke himself slowly while he waited. Araxie got a few seconds to catch her breath, drool dripping onto the floor from her open mouth. Then, Amerey was taking his brother's place. They swapped completely, Aslen letting go while Amerey pushed her down to the base of his cock, legs shaking a little from the pleasure of being completely engulfed. He hands stayed tight, making her stay with her nose pressed to his body for a few long seconds until she finally was released. The pair repeated this for a bit, giving her a few moments to breath and speak before one took her roughly by the hair and shoved their cock into her throat. As she gagged less and less, became accustomed to how they filled her, they began to give her what she really wanted. Amerey was the first to fuck her mouth like a toy, holding her in place while he moved his hips, groaning wildly as the sound she made, the pleasure of her throat. When he was afraid she might be ready to finally lose consciousness, he tried to pull back, only for surprisingly strong hands to grip his ass and pull him deeper. He watched Araxie's eyes roll back before she finally let him go. That set the pace, had them fucking her mouth in ways they had never thought she would allow, only to be held deep until she was on the verge of collapse. It lasted for a few minutes, making a mess of their floor and their pet. Each twin stroked their cock furiously now, trying to keep close to the edge until the other finished. Finally, when Aslen pulled out one last time, and both press the head of their cock against one another before they both erupted into Araxie's waiting mouth, filling it to the brim and watching it run down her chin. Both were panting, but it was Amerey that reached down to stroke her chin with him thumb. "Was that what you want, pet?" His thumb stroked against her lip, making sure she got the last of their cum.

 

[Bunny]

Taking time had been expected and while she’d nibbled, curious, she was not against her ‘punishment’, unexpected as it was. The tightening of the hand in her hair, the groan, the words, all encouraged her to stay. Her body protested vehemently against how she lingered. The sound was wet and throaty as she struggled with the tip of him in her throat. Hands slipped to his hips, not to push him away, but to hold on to as he slipped deeper into her mouth and throat. The buck of his hip had her moaning, the movement going straight to her core. Pulling back, her eyes misty, she panted, looking up at them. Aslen’s fingers curled into her hair and he pulled her to his own cock. Pulled as she was, Araxie didn’t fight, but opened her mouth like a good girl. His cock pushed past her lips and with her hair as his handle pulled her onto his cock. Inches vanished into her mouth and down her throat and the process started again. The struggle to breathe, her body rejecting the intrusion and her fighting it, more than a little turned on. They began to use her, in a way that made her ache. It wasn’t pain, but a desperate need. She liked this ‘abuse’ as the twins used her mouth and throat for their pleasure. Between each they gave her a moment or two, to draw greedy gasps of air before the next shoved himself into her mouth. Drool and precum frothed at the corner of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. Nose to Aslen’s stomach, Araxie gagged on his cock, her eyes rolled up to him. No fear or anything but lust filled her eyes. Each new turn made the reaction less severe, as if her body was starting to understand, to learn. Soon, it was just the way her throat squeezed them and the sweet little glugging noises as Amerey face fucked her for the first time. It was heaven, the way it felt. Her own arousal was now dripping onto the floor along with their seed and her drool. When he tried to pull back, Araxie let him know she wasn’t done with him, grabbing his ass and holding him to her. A second, then two, then three before she let him go, allowing him to pull back. It felt like hours passed, but in truth they’d not been at it long, though how long Araxie couldn’t have said. By the time they pressed their tips together and spilled their seed into her mouth, their pet was a mess. Ragged breathing, drool and seed spilled along her lips, chin, breasts and the floor. Swallowing their gift, and their bond. They belonged to her as she belonged to them. Amerey stroked her chin, his thumb pushing the last of their seed into her mouth. Sucking on the digit, Araxie rolled her eyes upward and licked along the pad of his thumb before pulling back. A soft pop and her almost drunk little smile. “Yes..” Her brow wrinkled cutely as if she was trying to figure out a problem. “But.. I have a problem.” She looked back to them both. “You have cum.. But I have not.” And with that, their pet pouted playfully at them. Clearly expecting them to fix her little problem.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Lucky them, the twins had found someone who appealed to them on the most basic level, met their strict requirements for a companion. They were known for their rampant desire, for ruining those they picked for other partners. Araxie seemed to be intent on doing the same to them. Neither had so thoroughly enjoyed someone's mouth the way Araxie had almost forced them to. It certainly set the tone for their relationship. There was likely nothing they could think of that they could enjoy and Araxie would not. She was wild and lusty, the fact that she was a virgin almost unbelievable. She was a mess, covered in drool and cum, tears streaked down her face, but it was a beautiful mess. Even those last drops of seed that Amerey slipped between her lips were cherished as she cleaned them off with affection. Even after all of that, she seemed to have no interest in stopping. Instead, she demanded that they give her satisfaction. It was likely a test. Rumors or not, humans were a varied species. Some might strike her for being so impertinent, others leave her to suffer in her need because they were pleased. The twins, though, would never leave her wanting. It would he embarrassing if the pair could not satisfy her together. The only question was how each twin would react. Amerey was always straightforward, however, and showed it by leaning forward and scooping Araxie off the floor. She was so small that he barely showed any effort as he tossed her over his shoulder, her dress falling to the floor as he lifted her. He kicked his own pants away and greedily squeezed her ass as he carried her. "That isn't a problem, pet. We aren't even close to done." He was already walking her across their receiving room and toward his bedroom. Aslen sighed, fixing his own slacks and collecting the clothes off the floor. He liked to play games, liked to drag things out, but they could both have what they wanted. Despite the twins sharing almost everything, they had their own rooms. On each side of the receiving room was a large door that led to their personal chambers. Amerey carried her through the doorway to a surprisingly simple room. The bed was massive, of course. It had to be with how often they entertained guests. There were a few chests tucked into the corners of the room, and just as many armoire full of clothes, but it was comfortable and plain. That is, excluding the massive glass door that flooded the room with sunlight. Amerey decided to walk directly over to it, standing close enough her rear was nearly pressed to the glass. "Would you like to go out on the balcony and greet everyone as our official pet? You could tell them how you chose to swallow our seed instead of asking for a kiss." Amerey seemed more than amused with the idea, spreading her ass toward the open courtyard below, though no one would be able to see them from here. Aslen entered a moment later, throwing their clothes aside and sitting on the bed. He began to unlace his boots, seemingly happy to take his time. "Put her down, Am. I want to play with her and she is dying for it." Aslen kicked off one boot while his brother turned and walked over, tossing Araxie into the soft mattress.