Such Brutal Fulfillment

Ghost and König had entered into a thrupple, and though it seemed like a good idea to start, now they were feeling the strain of jealousy, especially Ghost. Ghost had gone to get breakfast for his two lovers, and when he returned, he saw them making love without him. His jaw tensed and he looked on with jealous anger. "I see you decided to start without me." Konig looked at him, and blushed red. "Hey, just calm down, it's not like that."

König bucked his brows up eagerly into her punishing grip, swallowing every drop of her release as it flooded eagerly onto his waiting tongue. Her cry of his name and the taste of her climax sent him spiraling towards the edge with a guttural groan of his own.

Ghost swooped in to plunder her cries, drinking deep of the sounds as he dragged her hand up under his shirt to claw rapturously at his torso. His frenzied hips chased the ghost of release against nothing, cock swollen and engorged beneath his cargo pants to the point of agony.

As she came down, he broke away just enough to rasp against the shell of her ear, "So perfect for us, sweet girl...taste so fucking good..."

One large hand dove between them to finally give his cock the friction it so desperately craved, humping roughly into his fist with a growl. He was so damn close, it wouldn't take more than a touch to shatter him completely.

Ghost let out a wild snarl at her command, mouth hanging open as his lips curled fiercely. With quivering hands he tore at the fastenings like a man possessed, shoving down his cargo pants and briefs in one violent motion.

His weeping erection sprang forth, thick and throbbing with his racing pulse. Precome and sweat gleamed heavily along its engorged length, a testament to his utter unraveling.

Beside him, König trembled with barely contained need, shuffling swiftly into position on her right. His huge cock stood rigid before him, flushed and swollen to an almost painful degree from its long denial.

Wordlessly, both men sank to obediently straddle her thighs on hands and knees, waiting for her next bidding with feral eyes alight in worshipful hunger. Their cocks leaked in tandem, twitching relentlessly at her tantalizing closeness.

Ghost panted raggedly, "Please...need you so fucking bad, sweet girl. Tell us what you need..."

Twin bestial groans rent the air as she gave their cocks that first breath of reprieve. A lifetime of denial and pent orgasmic agony had accumulated in each swollen member, and her skillful attentions threatened to immediately cast them both headlong over the cliff's edge.

But her command grounded them, anchoring their unhinged lust through the lens of raw obedience. With staggering efforts, they rose to tower over her once more, great muscles trembling violently from overstimulation and the final strains of clinging to control.

Ghost’s fist moved in a tight, vicious pump, knuckles whitening around his engorged girth. Beside him Konig worked his massive cock with both huge hands, struggling to maintain his blistering pace.

Their hoarse roars climbed ever higher as completion tore towards them, balls drawing up tight to unload their seed in a deluge upon her bountiful breast. With a final strangled shout, they came in waves upon her flesh, jets of thick cream marking her for their possession alone.

Spent, they sagged forward to brace upon trembling arms, gasping for breath in the aftermath.

König whimpered weakly at the praise, still hovering upon the knife's edge in his haze of depletion. Beside him, Ghost tried to regain his bearings through the cottony fog enveloping his mind.

They watched through heavy lids as she cleaned herself so sensually, cocks twitching feebly at the fading stimuli. Their breathing slowly steadied, though tremors still wracked their massive frames in the wake of such brutal fulfillment.

This woman had unmanned them so completely with barely a touch, dominating their every urge and bringing them to heel with intoxicating ease. Her every demand drove them willingly into slavery of the highest devotional order, devoted to worshipping her pleasure above all else.

Ghost found his hoarse rasp first, graveled words steeped in sated reverence, "Thank you for letting us serve you, sweet girl...true gift, having you..." He fell onto the seat next to her, sated in his exhaustion.

König could only whine his fervent agreement, collapsing fully to sprawl at her petite feet in a wavering heap of obedience and adoration. His soul sang with joy at having been allowed to provide her such heights of ecstasy.