Page 12 of Flesh & Divinity

I didn’t expect him to care that I wasn’t wet. I thought he would have just continued and not given a fuck about causing me any pain. That’s what the men back home would have done. I’ve seen my fair share of women being taken roughly in the palace against their will. You can see in their eyes they didn’t want it but they are too scared to say anything in case they lose their standing in the community. Fucking stupid bitches, that’s what they are. They would rather be seen as high standing rather than stop a man from touching them against their will.

“Look at me.” I snap my head up, only to lock eyes with both of the black-haired guys. I’m itching to look back and watch as the blond one devours my pussy, but I manage to refrain… just.

When he pushes his sinful tongue inside my pussy my eyes roll back and I slump against the cool wood of the counter and moan. I should be fighting and kicking his ass or telling him no but… This is what I’ve always wanted.

To be owned, used and taken control of in the bedroom. Finding a man that’s good with being in control behind closed doors and okay with you being free to be yourself outside of that is unheard of.

I flick my gaze to watch as the other two grip themselves in their hands and begin to stroke their beautiful cocks. I know some women cringe at one another when you call a cock beautiful, but if you were to see these men you would understand.

The fact they live on an island and are clean, shaved and even smell nice should surprise me but with how heavy-handed they are, I’m not. Any man who can claim control in a bedroom is a man who cares for themselves. They have shown me that last night when they made sure I got something out of the sex.

They made sure I enjoyed every moment, even when I said stop I didn’t actually want them to and it was like they knew that. They forced me to endure them and showed that they could handle me in ways I’ve never experienced before.

The blond continues to tongue fuck my pussy and drive me insane. I’m on the verge of combusting. Being on display and having the others watch me is a kink I’ve always wanted to explore. Voyeurism is something I have always loved the idea of. The thrill of being caught at any moment only serves to heighten my desire.

I feel the orgasm building. It’s not fast or hurried, it’s a slow gradual build but it doesn’t feel any less intense. I’m on the cusp of exploding and coming all over his face and forcing him to taste my release, but just as my stomach begins to tighten, he withdraws his tongue.

“No!” The word bursts out of me before I can stop it. The two at the table shake their heads as if they know something is about to happen. When the one behind me stands, his shadow engulfs me and I suddenly feel cold. I refuse to look back. I keep my focus on the other two but neither of them offer me any support.

“No?” The word is asked so quietly, yet it holds the weight of a thousand shards of glass slicing through me.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stutter.

“Oh, you will be.” I open my mouth to protest but he shoves a… zucchini in there, silencing me. “Suck it, make it nice and wet or you’ll be screaming in pain.” My eyes widen to the size of a saucer and I don’t think his threat is empty. I wrap my lips around the vegetable and lather it with my spit, making sure it’s nice and moist. I have no idea what he plans to do with it but a dark part of me is eager to find out and obey.

If this man is into Sitophilia and willing to teach me, then so be it. I’m at his mercy and eager to please my teacher.

Forgiveness is not something you would grant, Father. I know you hated it when I played with my food, but please excuse me this once and grant me mercy. Because your little girl is dying to find out what this devilish man is going to do to her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

DUKE

She takes the vegetable all the way to the back of her throat, the image of her lying out on the counter like a snack is fucking perfection. My cock is rock hard and begging for release. It wants to be wrapped in her wet cunt, and feel her clamping down on it as she comes apart at the seams, only for me to piece her back together wrong.

Anger takes root. This bitch sent us here.

We never knew who she was or that she even existed. I was thrown on this island as collateral damage because of Jaq and Gus being my boyfriends. Their father hated that his sons enjoyed the company of another man. He is a power-hungry piece of shit that only cares about his fucking crown. We were never told what crime the guys supposedly committed, only that it was bad enough for their titles not to save them from punishment.

When you’re sent to Sinners Island, you’re given a sentence. Many hope to make it to the end of that, but no one has survived long enough to know if you are actually released or doomed to spend the rest of your life on this fucking rock.

I yank the zucchini out of her mouth. She sucks in a deep inhale and starts panting, but I don’t give her a chance to catch her fucking breath.

With her leg resting on the edge of the counter, I have a clear view of her ass and pussy, the latter is dripping wet and begging to be fucked hard. I push the tip of the Zucchini against her asshole and take pleasure in the sound of her strangled gasp. I don’t give her a chance to protest as I push it inside her. I expected her to fight and try to escape, but the filthy slut lifts her leg as high as she can, giving me better access.

I flick my gaze up to see Gus and Jaq sitting there with their gazes focused on her and waiting for her reaction. Food has always been something I enjoyed and being able to use it to bring pleasure to my guys and now doing it to her is a fucking win.

Moans slip past her lips as I push it further inside her ass. Her body flushes red and her eyes glaze with need as she peers back and watches me fuck her tight little asshole.

“Oh my God,” she breathes out when it’s halfway inside her.

“That bastard doesn’t exist on this island,” I snarl.

“I want to hear her scream,” Jaq growls as he fists his cock tighter. The sight of both brothers sitting side by side, stroking themselves has me almost busting a nut. I fucking love the sight of them both on edge and eager. Those men are my life. They keep me grounded and help me stay focused.

Without them, this island would have consumed me.

“Fuck!” she screams when I bury it all the way inside her. I don’t give her time to adjust. I push my pants down and free my dick. I glide the tip through her wet folds, making her cry out. I give no warning as I thrust inside her. Her scream bounces off the walls and echoes through the ruined cabin like a siren's call.