Page 30 of You Only Die Twice

Luka’s voice penetrates the fog, forcing me to confront the sensations he’s describing. Strong hands grip my thighs, pulling my body on top of a hard chest and abs. My fingers curl into the sheets as Jackson’s cock slides inside, his girth filling me in a way that it hadn’t before.

I knew he was large; I’d felt him fucking me before. But now? Now that I’m confined to the darkness with only my senses to guide me, he feels impossible, his thick cock already stretching me as he plows further inside, an unstoppable force. Did he somehow get even bigger than I remember?

Cool hands slide up my back, forcing me further down until my head rests upon Jackson’s heaving chest. It feels so familiar, so comforting. Almost as if he’s a respite from the sensations he’s pulling out of me. Every drag of his dick against my insides sends the desire to bow up barreling through me, but still, I can’t move.

Once he’s fully seated, I sigh, my breath skimming across his chest as we lay there, completeness filling the space where my soul belonged. This was right. This was where I belonged. His fingers entangle in my hair as he rocks his hips up, fucking me with exquisite slowness, as if he has all the time in the world to bind me to him.

After a few thrusts, Luka’s hands are at my ass, kneading the tight muscles, setting the rhythm of our fucking, as if he’s the grand orchestrator and we are merely his minions. His soft laugh brushes the inside of my skull at that thought, and my gut plummets with dread.

As if Jackson can possibly know the sensations swirling in my stomach, he wraps his arms around me, anchoring me to him as his own soft murmurs invade my brain, right alongside Luka’s. This has to be a dream. A fevered dream of someone about to die. Though the pain is no longer there, the feeling of life leeching from me still spasms every muscle, even as Jackson tries to drive those feelings out of me with his shaft pumping in and out of me with steady dedication.

Another cock, a bit larger, slides along the crack of my ass, grazing the sensitive skin of my bottom hole as Luka spreads my cheeks wide. Groaning, I bring my hands up to Jackson’s shoulders, holding onto him as Luka torments me with his dick. Every time the head passes over that hole, he pauses, as if debating taking my ass, but that’s not what the voice said.

Granted, in this dream of mine, anything can happen. He could change his mind if he wanted to. Just the thought of both of them filling me at once sends an aroused shudder through my body. I writhe on Jackson’s dick, my mind and body thrilling at the thought of being so inexplicably filled, of being the sole object of desire to two men.

It’s overwhelming.

Even in my wildest dreams, it never felt like this. The delicious agony of wanting both of them deep inside me until I can’t tell them apart. Both of them driving me towards that precipice that I’ll never come back from. My pussy flutters as the beginnings of an orgasm tease me. I’ve never been able to come from cock alone, so the sensations are both erotic and a little frightening.

It’s as if I have no control over my own body.

You don’t. Luka and I own you now. Give in. Don’t fight us. Let us in, Little One. Be a good girl, and let us own you completely. Let us fill you until you can’t even breathe.

Jackson’s voice is like a balm as it washes over my mind. It’s reminiscent of warm nights on the beach with the ocean water lapping at my body. It’s languid, decadent. Everything hangs on his words in my brain, and I want nothing more than to merge with him, for us to become one.

Oh no, my dear, kotenok. Not just you two. Mine as well. Or have you already forgotten the dick that teases your asshole? You both belong to me, and no one will ever come in between us. Not if they want to live. Your life, your body, is now ours.

Luka punctuates his words by sliding his tip down further and holding it at my entrance, rubbing against Jackson’s cock and my pussy. He really plans to force himself in where there’s barely room for one?

“Don’t worry. Your body will accommodate me,” he whispers against my skin. “You were made for this. Made for us. Will it hurt? Oh, I plan on it. But don't worry, Solnechnyy Luchik. What doesn’t kill you will certainly make you stronger. Now, moan for me. Scream for me. Let me know just how badly you want my cock in your pussy, warring with Jackson’s as we take you together.”

I can’t. Any protest I wish to make dies on my lips as his fingers dig into my ass, holding me still. Even Jackson pauses as Luka forces his tip past the tight ring of my pussy. The pain is almost blinding as he pushes forward. It’s hot, searing, the only warm sensation that fills my body. I can’t move away as Jackson grips me to him, murmuring inane words that do nothing to decrease the agony of Luka forcing me open.

My body tears as it accommodates him, and I scream, panicking as I hear each individual rip as he keeps moving forward. How can I hear that? It’s impossible! Liquid drips down, smearing against us, and I don’t even have to look to know it’s blood. It has to be.

“Shhh, my love. We got you,” Jackson murmurs against my skin, a moan dancing along his breath. It must be from Luka’s cock sliding against his, adding to the pressure my pussy was already giving him.

“Just another inch, my pet. I haven’t heard enough screaming yet.”

I lie there, immobile, unable to think, unable to breathe. This should be life-shattering, painful beyond all ability to think or reason, but it’s not. The bite of pain has drifted away, the tendrils lessening as I lie there. With one strong jerk, Luka slams into me.

I scream.

Not because of pain. The pleasure is intense, immeasurable. The moment he seats himself fully, my eyes snap open, locking with Jackson’s. It’s as if my body is healing itself, wrapping around Luka, hugging him tightly. I’m so full, to the point where I can’t even move if I wanted to.

Jackson stares up at me, wonder in his eyes, as if he’s seeing me for the first time. And maybe he is because none of this feels real. I don’t feel real. I’m a broken shell tumbled along the shore only to be knit back together to be broken once more. With both of them still, I can drink in the sensations, the stretch, the pulse of their dicks deep inside me.

It’s as if I can somehow feel every vein as it throbs against my delicate insides. And then, they move. Once more, the opening splits to accommodate their movement, but soon after, it starts to heal again. It’s the oddest, most erotic sensation I could have ever dreamed up.

Closing my eyes, I weep onto Jackson’s chest, willing this dream to never end. The last thing I want to have happen is I wake up and find myself back in the bedroom with Chet, his loud snores peppering the air as I lay there desperate and wanting. Agony blossoms in my chest at the thought of all of this being just some erotic dream. The ship, the vampires, Luka, Jackson, all of it. There’s no way I’d be allowed such pleasure any other way.

Both Luka and Jackson snarl, their fingers digging into my skin. They both fill my brain, battering it from the inside out, twisting my thoughts to their will. And once, their movements become frantic, hurried, and possessive. Their hands are a brand on my skin. Every touch is laced with both anger and passion as they claw at me.

Both of their lips skim my body as their teeth dig into me, marking me, branding me as theirs. I cry out, my voice hoarse and soft, barely audible above their grunts and snarls. I should be frightened. This should be considered a nightmare, but I can’t bring myself to think of it in those terms.

It’s consuming, overwhelming, but not scary. If dreams could ever come true, I would want to stay in this moment forever, locked between the two men that crave me, allow me to wallow in the darker desires of my heart instead of pushing it aside for their better good.

That’s how I know it’s all a dream. No one could ever want me like this. Chet threw me away, not even coming close to understanding the deep-seated needs within me that scared even myself, but these men know. They live in my brain, reacting to my thoughts. It’s not possible.