Patient B-2

Chapter Seventy-Three: Avalyn

I take a deep breath, finding it difficult to keep resisting. I want to push back, but instead, I find myself instinctively following his command. My fingers fumble beneath the fabric, pulling it down gently. I lift my hips to get it completely off before spreading my legs wide.

"Fuck, look at that pretty pink cunt," Cierien purrs, speaking as if he's in awe.

Even upside down, I can see the twinkle in Aren's eyes as he looks down at me. I watch as his hand rises to rub at his own bulge, before swiftly pulling himself out, running his fist up and down his shaft.

"Think it'll be okay if we fuck her first, Rennie?" Cierien asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I think I can't find it in me to care about the birthday boy right now," Aren murmurs shyly, his hand bobbing up and down, matching the pace of his heavy pants.

"Mm," Cierien hums, pulling himself free as well. "Perhaps it can be our little secret, yeah? Can you keep a secret, Avalyn?"

I nod, running my hand down my abdomen and circling my entrance. Gathering my wetness, I coat my fingers and lift them toward Aren, my eyes locking onto his as I beckon him closer with a sultry smile. He bends forward, his fist still wrapped around his cock as his lips envelop my fingers, sucking them clean. He groans, his hips jerking involuntarily.

Cierien lets out a whimper, pleased with the sight. "How's she taste?"

"Like heaven," Aren answers, his eyes locking onto mine as they pop open.

Using the same fingers that were just in his mouth, I quickly push them past my entrance, burning with the need to get off. They're so good at what they do- getting me hot and ready in mere minutes. My belly rolls with a desperate need for something to fill me. I want them deep inside me, and if they don't hurry up, my fingers will have to suffice.

"Someone's getting impatient," Cierien rasps as if he himself doesn't have his hand jerking at his cock. "Should we make her feel good, Rennie?"

"Please, fuck me," I moan out, bucking my hips, trying to get deeper, though my fingers can't reach the places they can.

"She's asking so nicely," Aren muses, his breath ragged and uneven. "You're so sweet, Avalyn. That politeness is going to get you fucking ravaged."

I moan out a couple more pleas before they kick into action. Cierien is at my back, yanking me up as his chest presses against my back. Aren stands at my front, kicking my knees open to give Cierien better access. As he slides in and bottoms out, I nearly lose all sense. My mouth drops open, eyes bulging. No matter how many times I take them, I can never fully get used to the stretch.

I feel Cierien deep in my belly as he begins thrusting into me, his strong arm gripping my waist while his other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. Aren stands still, his eyes locked on mine, his hand tenderly caressing my face. He doesn't move to put himself in my mouth, savoring the moment as I writhe between them, completely at their mercy.

I'm too caught up in the moment to notice the glimmer of metal as he brings it to my cheek. It takes a moment for my senses to catch up, and then the sharp sting of the knife cuts through, making me gasp as he pulls back.

He just sliced into my cheek.

Blood trickles down my face, searing as it flows freely. I swiftly heal the wound, wincing as the skin knits back together. Aren watches with a frown, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. His gaze holds mine as Cierien's fingers press into my mouth, gagging me. "You bleed so pretty, won't you let me cut you open, sweet girl?" Aren asks, ever so polite.