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Rin gasps and tries to grab onto the posts of the bed to not loose her equilibrium, but her hands tied with her own sash make the task quite difficult.
“Stop moving around so much.”
“I wouldn't need to move if you hadn't tied me up.”
She is mouthing off and she knows it. When the open-palm strike lands on her already reddened asscheek it is not a surprise, but she whines all the same.
“Don't make me use the other one to stuff your pretty mouth, you brat.”
The suggestion sets aflame the nervous endings of her already inflamed cunt- the idea of being totally at his mercy, not able to swat him away in distress or to complain, is tantalizing, but at the same time she knows he enjoys hearing what he calls her “pretty sounds”.
“No, please, I will be good.”
Nezha grins from under her, and the sight makes her whimper just as much as his tongue on her.
“I don't believe that for a second.”
Still, he takes into consideration what she said and holds onto her hips tighter, grounding her into his welcoming mouth. He is unrelenting on her, sucking on her clit until it feels swollen and on the verge of bursting. Tears rush to the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by both the sensations and the knowledge that if she comes without his permission, there will be hell to pay.
The door opens on her back, and the unexpected sound sets off a rush of emotions- excitement because she knows who is the only person who would enter her chambers without knocking; humiliation for the position he is finding her in: naked except for her sash around her wrists and wrecked by the tongue of a foreigner on her cunt- that make it impossible for her to not crush into a shameful, stuttering orgasm.
“Fuck you, Trensing, she was doing well and you set her off,” Nezha snarls and Rin can only reply with a sob.
“Fuck off, Yin, I don't work on your schedule.” His tone is vicious but there is a smile- cruel, but a smile all the same- on his face when he approaches Rin. “Besides, it was your fault you couldn't control yourself, wasn't it, sweet cousin?”
The finger he is pushing inside her mouth makes forming words hard, but it is harder to force her to stop sucking on it long enough to reply, “Yes, yes, it was my fault.”
The strike Altan lands on her ass is harder than any of Nezha's, not only because her flesh is already tender, but because he has had longer to learn where her limits lay.
“Say sorry to the princeling, Mai'rinnen.”
“Sorry, Nezha.”
She can feel Nezha manhandling her to get out of under her, but Altan's now two fingers inside her mouth don't allow her to look down at what he is doing. She should be relieved by the respite of the stimulation on her cunt, but the cool air on her swollen clit feels like too much and almost automatically she starts rutting on the sheets, desperate for any kind of contact.
Altan lets go of her mouth at the same time that Nezha pulls her back and down onto his lap; he has moved to sit against the headboard and with a strong pull and good enough aim, he has managed to slide his cock inside of her dripping cunt in one smooth movement. Rin almost screams, overcome by too many sensations- surprise, vertigo, overstimulation, borderline pain from the massive cock being impaled inside of her- but her attention is promptly commanded by Altan.
“Why are we sorry, Mai’rinnen?”
She freezes. She remembers parroting Altan’s words at Nezha mere seconds ago, but she can’t for the life of her remember what has happened before to prompt them; being filled to the brim with Nezha’s cock doesn’t leave her with much brain power available.
“I-I-”
Altan uses his fingers still coated in her own saliva to twist her nipple in a vicious motion until he pulls a trembling cry out of her. He is always unwilling to let Nezha pull the full focus of her attention too much.
“Repeat after me: we are sorry the Yin can’t make you cum properly without me being here.”
Nezha huffs in indignation, but keeps quiet otherwise, only trying to prove Altan wrong by fucking her harder, and Rin finds herself being torn between telling a lie and disobeying a direct command.
“I said say sorry”, Altan reiterates in a quiet snarl and to drive the point that his patience is tapering off, he pushes his two fingers inside of her cunt along with Nezha’s cock, stretching her to a new limit.
Nezha lets out a half-bitten moan while Rin cries sorry, sorry, sorry, delirious with both pain and pleasure, the statement trying to make everything in her power to leave Altan happy while asking Nezha for forgiveness for this unwarranted humiliation.
“Good girl. Now I can teach this poor excuse of a man how to take care of a Speerly woman.”
Rin could never say it out loud, but that sentence expresses exactly why this has started happening, why when Nezha began courting her, even if it was more of a political sham than an actual courting, she only accepted their relationship moving forward with her family's approval. Altan’s presence is as much of an approval as they would get, even if it comes with despise and degradation.
But that sentence also explains how her relationship with Altan evolved into this, even before Nezha was in the picture. Altan has known her long and deep enough to understand how to press her buttons, to know how she relishes the mixture of praise and humiliation. He knows that she enjoys having to stay on her toes with him, because she can never truly predict what he is going to do; she just knows he is not the kind to let go of an opportunity to keep her under his thumb- subjugated but also close and safe.
Nezha murmurs in her ear, “I will show him how I can make a Speerly woman come.” The comment is more meant to fire her up than to spite Altan, and Rin can only offer him a moan in reply to one of the lazy strokes of his cock inside of her and against Altan’s fingers.
But she should have known- oh, she should have known- that Altan wouldn’t allow them that moment of getting lost on each other, if anything because he is the reason they are allowed this intimacy at all. Altan takes his fingers out of her, but Rin doesn’t have time enough to catch her breath that he is replacing them with the fat head of his own cock against her already stretched-wide entrance.
“Altan, fuck.”
She knows there are many reasons why she is being punished: not offering him some attention the moment he walked through the door, not realizing his dick was already out and hard, focusing too much on Nezha right now and always, and probably some other slight she hasn’t even noticed. But the price to pay feels too steep: Rin has never been pushed to this limit before, not when Nezha inside of her by himself is big enough to be a struggle.
It is painful, but the pain is not even the main sensation: she feels pulled taut, stretched thin, choked full, burning too hot. Everything is too much. Not satisfied with pulling that mean move, Altan starts pumping his hips immediately, not giving her a second to adjust, and Rin’s mouth moves from the curse to a wail without pause.
“Watch out what you say to me, Mai'rinnen.”
He moves out until only the head of his cock remains inside her and thrusts forward again with unnecessary force, his fingers digging into her hips. Nezha curses under her but then starts complimenting Altan’s rhythm in shorter strokes, moving forward when Altan moves back, and Rin can not even complain anymore, reduced to a shivering, whimpering, messy thing that is only meant for them to fuck and get off.
Her mind turns into a blissful haze, utterly disconnected from her body except for the constant input of pain and pleasure and more , and she doesn’t collapse only because she is pressed in between Nezha’s chest and Altan’s arms. Barely a girl anymore in between these two men with golden and porcelain skin. A battlefield between fire and water. Her sun and her moon.
Nezha comes first, his face hiding against her shoulder, his teeth leaving a deep indentation on her collarbone that will leave a purpling mark for days to come, and Rin is not even certain if she comes with him or if her abused cunt is beyond the possibility of an orgasm, swollen, drenched meat that could combust at any second. Altan gives her a couple more powerful thrusts and pulls out at the last second, painting her back white with a grunt, only to soil his fingers on it and push them inside of her, stirring around ruthlessly until he has mixed his own cum with Nezha’s.
Rin is lying with her eyes closed on top of Nezha, exhausted, wishing only for a rest, but Altan doesn’t stop. He curls his fingers until he finds the spot that makes her wiggle her toes without even meaning to, and presses at it insistently, hard eyes focused on her. Nezha takes pity on her wrecked body and moves his thumb to draw tight circles on her clit, making her orgasm come sharper but also blissfully faster.
Only when she stops shivering after her orgasm that felt like a visit to the Pantheon itself, Altan takes his drenched fingers out of her cunt and moves them to her mouth, where Rin laps at them with all the determination of a famished kitten.
“And that’s how you make a Speerly woman come, princeling.”