Page 7 of Taken By Aries

Moisture gushes out of me and the watcher smiles, but the Aries beside me don’t stop their gentle stroking, their stretching. Despite their gentleness, my body aches at the new attentions, and they've put only two fingers inside each of my holes.

The gaze of the watching Aries grows heavy and a pearl of pre-cum sits on the tip of his cock. I’ve never found men’s pleasure so arousing before, but I find Aries’ body utterly addictive, and my mouth salivates at the sight.

“Almost ready, my sacrifice. Come, drink me.”

The men beside me move aside and I crawl to him, my body too heavy and sensuous with pleasure to risk standing.

He holds my head firmly this time and moves slowly deep down my throat. My eyes water from it, but I don’t choke. The Aries behind me haven’t stopped. They’ve slipped out of my orifices, teasing touches instead now across my breasts, along my sex, lending an erotic pleasure to the service I’m giving.

He comes quickly, filling my mouth with so much fluid I’m left choking, liquid spilling all over my chin and neck.

But when I pull back, he leans forward and those golden eyes fill my world as he kisses me gently. “How do you feel?” he asks, and reaches around to push a finger inside me.

My eyes widen, and I smile. The soreness from the stretching is gone. His fingers feel good - superb. And I somehow knew they would. Because Aries simply wouldn’t continue if I were in pain. The realization of trust releases something inside me - a tension I didn’t know I was holding. Soon I’m writhing against his hand, desperate for something inside me.

Behind me, more fingers breach my anus, and hands reach around and rub in the liquid that’s spilled all over me onto my swollen breasts.

The hands are less gentle now, since the numbing effects of his seed, and they pinch and squeeze at my nipples. Soon my legs are quaking due to a rising orgasm, and the Aries on the couch leans over to wrap a hand around my throat.

“Will you remember me now, sacrifice?” he asks, and there’s a ferocity to his playfulness now. The Aries on one side of me presses two fingers into my anus, slick with the combination of our juices. The other presses three fingers into my dripping sex. And the third Aries, the watcher… he squeezes his hand tighter around my throat as the orgasm rips through my body.

When I’m spent and gasping, he still has his hand on my throat, a smile on his lips and a question in his eyes. “Yes, my lord,” I say.

“Then bend over.”

The pain I feared from tonight hasn’t eventuated - only pleasure. Pleasure like I’ve never known. I should be exhausted, but instead I want to know how much more pleasure there is to come. I bend over, my face near the watching Aries’ knees.

The watcher’s cock is erect and in hand again, eyes riveted on my face, as another version of him breaches my sex for the first time. The watcher reaches out a hand to cup my face, keeping my eyes open and fixed on him as the sense of fullness makes me gasp.

I feel every inch of him going in, while the other one behind me strokes at my clitoris, at my breasts, and kisses at my neck and throat.

I can’t tear my eyes from the watcher, while the other behind me moves slowly in and out, getting my body used to the fullness of him.

Despite the sedative of his seed, my body doesn’t enjoy it until a few strokes in. The sensation is too new, too strange - as if my body is unsure whether to let him in. He moves slowly, letting me adjust.

And then it feels good. I close my eyes, moaning, and he takes the cue. He speeds up, and the sensation goes from good to incredible. Soon he’s rutting me like an animal until he gushes inside with a shout of pure joy.

My arms collapse underneath me, and I rest. After holding my virginity as precious for all these years, I can’t quite believe it’s finally done. And not only that, I enjoyed it! A sense of lightness flutters in my chest and I remember that I’ll come away with a whole other life after tonight.

I laugh out loud, getting back up to my hands and knees.

And then the other one lines up behind me.

I must look shocked because the watcher lifts my chin with a finger. “Are you ready?” And I remember that I'm losing both my virginities completely tonight. My eyes are wide, and I’m not sure if I am ready, but I am committed to this. And I know if I’m ever going to do this in my life, it will be now, under his gentle guidance.

“Yes, my Lord,” I say.

This way isn’t as easy as the first. His cock can only fit partly in, punctuated by my panting at the strain. The pain isn’t intense, but it feels tight back there, like my body is resisting. Sweat dots my brow by the time he pulls back.

“Easy, my sacrifice. You’re doing well. Here.” The watcher offers me his cock again, and I suckle on it gratefully, remembering the sedative effect of the first time.

Behind me, a tongue explores my anus, soothing the area.

By the time the watcher comes in my mouth, I’m squirming again, another orgasm rising.

When I lift my head from the watcher’s cock, the one behind enters me in one smooth motion. I cry out in surprise at the suddenness, but there’s no pain.

A few quick thrusts, with the Aries on the side thrumming my clitoris with his fingers, and my body finds its pleasure again, and brings the one inside me to his own climax.

When Aries pulls me into his arms on the couch, I’m filthy and exhausted, and his duplicates are gone.

“Sleep now. You have served me well.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” I murmur, and I drift gratefully off to sleep in his arms.