Weekend Wake-up Call – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue (M/?/F)

Daagiis adjusted his hips, bringing his avid cock to her opening once more.  Raven caught her breath.  Where there had been only softness before came this strange intruder, hard and demanding.   The startling juxtaposition made her eager for the invasion.  Male and female all at once, Daagiis was thwarting her taboos.  She warbled a strange cry, a kind of pleading that should never have come from a human throat.
“So glad you approve, my darling,” Daagiis said.
He slid inside, moving easily into her.  Raven arched against him, again feeling the softness of woman while being impaled by the demands of the masculine.  She cried out as Daagiis filled her, bumping into her cervix to send shivers of erotic delight through her body.  His silky, pliant body moved against hers as he rode her.
There was a shifting next to Raven.  She knew without looking that Vendeen had risen from the bed.  There was an odd sense of loss, as if missing his presence right next to her.  Then she saw him looming over her and Daagiis.  He looked at her over the face-changer’s shoulder.  His clothes were gone, and he looked magnificent as he moved behind Daagiis.  The Paatiin suddenly froze, his cock buried deep inside Raven.  His expression, so eager a moment before, remained avid but anxious expectation crept in around the edges.
“Hold still,” Vendeen said, his voice deeper than usual.  He licked his lips and grabbed one of Daagiis’ shoulders.  “Tighten for me, my servant.  That’s it.  Good.”
As Vendeen’s eyelashes fluttered and a sigh left his lips, Daagiis shivered.  His jaw tensed.  While he didn’t seem to be moving of his own accord, his cock ground tighter into Raven.
She realized Vendeen had mounted Daagiis.  Raven didn’t know for sure if the face-changer had concocted himself a pussy or if Vendeen was using his ass.  Judging by the pained euphoria on Daagiis’ face, she suspected his back door was involved. 
Vendeen grabbed a handful of the Paatiin’s hair and tugged his head back for a kiss.  Raven watched the exchange, feeling herself getting more excited to watch them together.  It was obvious Daagiis was not quite happy about being beneath his master, but judging by the occasional jerk of the cock inside her, he wasn’t exactly miserable about it either.
Their kiss ended and Vendeen stared into Daagiis’ golden eyes.  “My pace.  Not yours.”
“Of course,” the face-changer agreed, his tone holding a hint of coldness.  “Is it ever any other way?”
“Not if you want to keep your lovely shifting hide from being torn by my whip.”
Vendeen reared up again, kneeling behind Daagiis’ apparently impaled buttocks.  His hands gripped the Paatiin’s hips.  He moved, and Daagiis went with him, sliding his swollen cock through Raven’s sheath.  She groaned and arched as the friction against her hot spot turned searing.  It was delicious, but much too slow to bring her to nirvana.  She trembled with need as the two men reversed course, Vendeen moving into Daagiis and Daagiis moving into her.
Vendeen fucked them with methodical deliberateness, make the pair moan and writhe beneath him.  His cruel half-smile was very much in evidence as he listened to their combined whimpers of need.   Raven could only imagine the pleasure Daagiis felt, the deep satisfying ache of a cock moving in and out of his back passage as his own prick slid through the honeyed warmth of her channel that gripped him in desperation.  For herself, the weight and power of two men working against her, the sensation she was being fucked by both, was maddening.  Her pussy clenched at Daagiis’ cock, sucking him in deep to force that delicious contact with her cervix.  Her sheath swelled so that his every motion dragged in gorgeous torment against her g-spot, grinding against his groin to delight her engorged clit.
She hovered near climax, her body needing only more speed and power to realize bliss.  She keened in want, and Daagiis added his own wordless plea.  Vendeen’s smile grew.  
“So, my two pretties wish for a bit more?  You may beg.  I may or may not hear your pleas.”                                            
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