Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Finally, I collapse against his chest, panting and breathing hard. My hair’s stuck to my forehead, and every part of me feels worn out. But Drake merely kisses me tenderly before pushing a tendril of red hair behind one ear.
“Do you think you can show them what we’ve done together?” he murmurs. “Let’s finish off the ceremony in style, shall we?”
At first, I’m startled and shocked, but instinctively, I know what he wants. The knowledge turns me on too, and I bite my lip before nodding.
“I can do it, Daddy,” I whisper. “Anything to please you.”
Then, I slowly lift my hips as his double cocks slide out, the massive shafts reappearing, slick and gooey with our combined fluids. My legs are still parted and my holes are visibly gaped for the visual pleasure of the men around us. But I don’t get off Drake’s lap immediately. Instead, I giggle a bit before petting my pussy with one palm, my hips positioned about ten inches over his thighs. A sticky string of goo drops from my secret spot until it hits his top cock, making a slithery mess. Then, another string of fluid drops from my asshole, glistening and silvery in the light, before breaking off to puddle on his thighs.
“That a girl,” Drake rumbles approvingly. “Show them how you’re filled with my seed, baby. Show them that Strawberry’s made the ultimate sacrifice, and how your orifices are dripping with my jizz now.”
I merely seize his sculpted lips in a hungry kiss while I waggle my hips, still oozing his fluids for the other men to witness. I know what it must look like: both my pussy and ass, gooey and gaping, overflowing with Drake’s virility as it streams down my thighs. But this is what I want … and I don’t mind making the sacrifice in the least.
CHAPTER 11
Amy
“Is that what you do during all sacrifices?” I ask breathily. Drake and I are now safely ensconced in a shack on the island. It’s more than a shack, actually. Maybe there’s only one room, but there’s a small bulb overhead as well as a faucet, sink, and a threadbare mattress cushioning my weight.
“What do you mean?” the massive alpha male asks, shooting me a look. “Are you okay, by the way?”
I stretch languorously on Drake’s narrow bed. My insides literally feel like they’ve been jumbled about, and my breasts are full and tender. But in fact, I feel better than I’ve ever felt before. There’s happiness pulsing through my veins, as well as a feeling of total satiation. This man made me ride his double appendages rough and hard, and to my surprise, I liked it.
Now, we’re in Drake’s home. There’s fishing gear scattered about, as well as some rough watercolors on the wall. A stove and a mini-fridge fill one corner, and to my surprise, there’s a collection of books along the window ledge. Naturally, they’re all about the sea.
“I’m talking about the sacrifice,” I clarify. “Do you claim all women by taking them in front of your peers?”
Drake chuckles, his blue eyes dancing. The loincloth is back in place, but I can see the tips of his double appendages dangling from below the hem. The tips are purple, hard, and shiny, and I lick my lips as a tingle shoots through my sweetest spot. I wouldn’t mind getting more of that, and Drake winks when he catches me staring.
“Like what you see?” he teases.
I snap back to the present.
“Oh you! Don’t embarrass me!”
He chuckles while stirring something on the small stove.
“I think we’re past the point of embarrassment, Straw. We’ve done some pretty dirty things out in the open already.”
I nod and giggle again.
“We have. But seriously, Drake. Are the sacrifices always public? Do you always claim women while your friends watch?”
Drake shrugs and then nods.
“Pretty much,” he acknowledges. “It’s our way of demonstrating possession. I know sex on the mainland is mostly a private affair, but here on Deux, it’s different,” he shrugs. “We want the world to know that this woman has been claimed, and what better way than to do in front of all to see?”
“Hmmm,” I muse. “So I belong to you now?”
Drake shoots me a long look, one black eyebrow arched.
“Do you want to belong to me?”
I pause for a moment.
“I don’t know. Do I?”
He blows out a breath, looking irritated as he pours some liquid into a cup.
“You know, Strawberry, I have a hard time believing you’re a prisoner sometimes because your smart mouth is incomparable. It deserves to be cleaned out, in fact.”
I giggle.
“Oh really? And how are you going to do that? But yeah, I think I could belong to you. It’s something I could see myself getting used to.”
“I see,” he says in a droll tone. “So being on a secluded island in the middle of nowhere, and living among a race of double-dicked men doesn’t scare you?”