Project X [18+] [Fanfiction]

Chapter XXVI: The Breedmare

  My hands were locked together; tied several times at the wrists by the very bedsheets themselves. I was resting on my knees and elbows with my hands locked together, and my rear in the air; the tight frame of my jeans squeezing against the shape of my behind. I couldn’t talk; Shifter had seen to that by taking another part of the bedsheet and tying it around my head so that it separated my lips and squeezed so deep that it locked my tongue from moving.

  As simple and effective as a gag could be, I was left drooling around it while I gazed back at my lover with a growing look of desire in my eyes. The afternoon had gone from casual and lazy to soft and sweet, and was now moving into another wonderful phase. The rough, hard, and sweaty one.

  It was hard for me to pick a favorite, but it was a clear frontrunner.

  Shifter had left me completely clothed while he bound me and stepped up from the bed, walking back and forth and gazing over me with a thoughtful look in his eye. It was clear to me that my lover was improvising his performance, and he was doing it well. Our spontaneity had been a strength to us in the past few months, and we tended to do our best “work” when ideas randomly came to us.

  Already I could feel myself grow wet underneath the line of my panties and jeans, wondering what Shifter might have in store for me. Would he borrow Kitty Pryde’s powers and fuck me, phasing through the fabric of my pants? Would he borrow Nightcrawler’s and fuck me while we teleported around through the sky? Or would he simply borrow my own talents and rend the clothes from my body with his claws, before leading us into another fevered night of passion that left our room in ruins?

  Shifter closed his eyes briefly, and I had my answer with an aroused moan pressing into my gag. Where there was one Shifter, there was soon two, and then three, and then four.

Multiple Man’s powers.

  We had played with it once before and it had left me thoroughly satisfied and spent, with a stomach full of Shifter's cream both swallowed and pressed directly into my entrance. It had been a long, sweaty night that still aroused me when it slipped into my mind, and before the day came that we started spending our nights sharing a bed, I had masturbated while thinking about it several times.

  He had used a small army of himself to fuck me senseless that night, violating me and leaving me a wet, screaming mess. I had loved every minute of it, and the thought that I was near a repeat performance made me tremble in anticipation.

  The first Shifter stepped up behind me, and his hands landed hard against the sides of my rear. He squeezed me hard and dug his fingers deep into my jeans; enough to make me writhe and struggle in a futile attempt against my bonds. Bonds that I could easily break in truth; but ones I would never dare to. They were much too fun to wear for the afternoon while my army of boyfriends claimed me. While I wriggled in his grasp he started to speak up, and my attention was drawn back over my shoulder so I could look into his eyes.

  "Laura, we never use protection.” He mused, and while he did so his hands moved to the edge of my belt. He started to pull my pants down; squeezing them past my hips and moving them towards the edge of my knees. He didn’t remove them all the way, but while they were balled around my knees he started to pull my belt free of the fabric. “We never have. I’ve often finished right inside of you, and it’s wonderful.”

  The snap of the leather belt made my eyes shoot open in arousal as Shifter held it, smirking at me. Slowly he lowered it and began looping it several times around my closed ankles, binding them in much the way my wrists were locked. As he did, he continued with what he had to say, and I only felt my folds grow slick and aroused from the thought. He had left my panties on, but the wet spot against them was noticeable to the several duplicates of himself that were waiting and watching him work.