Thread: Royal Arrangement Surprise (Caleb Raines & LingeringDesire)

Sabella felt him lift her, her young limbs wrapped about her husband as he fucked her, taking her as a man should his wife. It was his right.. she belonged to BOTH men. She felt faint, mixed with the pleasure was uncertainty, fear. She felt Varrik's hands tighten as he lifted and lowered her onto his rigid length, a single moan left her mouth as the pleasure of her husband taking her hit her. This moan was followed by a whimper when her second husband shoved a single long finger into her ass. Yelping when the second was added and screaming out a cry when it was the third. Tears spilled over her beautiful pale cheeks, her eyes were closed. She didn't want to see them take her in this manner. It was the way of whores, not of women, to be taken this way. It made her skin crawl and she hated being put through this. Humiliated at her glee of such a farce of a marriage she clung now, desperately hoping that one or the other would change their mind. Please... don't... I... I am respectable.... please... She was most certain the staff members and other members of the household would know of the whore queen, married to two men. There was no reprise and no relief as one withdrew and the crazy prince took over. His large hands gripped her waist, hands holding her hips in place as he sheathed himself in her ass. Sabella reared her head back and screamed, spittle coming from her lips as she cried out for mercy. It wasn't fair of her to be in such a position, pleasuring two men on her wedding night. Her aching pussy was empty, spared for the moment as the other threatened to rip apart and spill blood over the princes' cock as he took her. Her eyes opened slightly as warmth wrapped about her from the front . Her hands which had pulled at his shoulders now slid behind his back. Her body welcomed him in, silky thighs wrapping tighter about him, begging him silently not to let her go. Her rammed into her, causing another strangled scream to leave her. The pace they set felt as though they were tearing her apart rather than enjoying what she had to offer. Each thrust was painful, bringing a scream to her lips. She whimpered when Davros gripped her breasts, his words making her cry harder. Something was overlooked or he was lying... could they have been that eager to rid themselves of her? With her throat now raw from screaming she was barely able to make a sound, only able to grunt while her tears fell. She was in misery and even when he told her to relax she couldn't, only whimpering pitifully into his ear as they continued in their merriment. At this point she only wished for them to finish so she could bathe and cry herself to sleep. From this point in her young marriage she wondered what would happen, if she carried a child would these acts still be required of her... would she be forced to service them alone... Her mind raced with uncertain fear and horror. In giving her mind over to other thoughts her body relaxed, although it didn't hurt it didn't feel good either. The poor girl was much too humiliated and ashamed to feel the pleasure Varrik had , before, brought on. She wished for pleasure but it never came, only tears. Fearing that if she enjoyed it she would be even more humiliated and disgusted with herself.