Their forced luna

Amanda

I stayed in bed, watching. Zale got rid of my supposed daughter first. I still found it difficult to just accept that she was mine, she looked to be the same age as me. The wizard was powerful, but was he capable of something like that?

"Out," Zale ordered her.

Javier groaned. "I've got her. Come on, extra. You're probably hungry. I doubt you get to eat anything decent in that hellhole you came from. My spirit is more than willing to go on a fuck-a-thon, Luna but my body is still recovering from breaking through a magical shield. Forgive me, I promise to make it up to you later."

Clara walked with him as he hobbled out of the room. Bo glanced between the two of us and wiggled farther in his own bed. "I'm not going anywhere, and you can't make me, Zale."

"Oh?" Zale asked with a smile spreading across his lips and silk in his voice. "Are you sure about that? Because you're not allowed to get off that bed if that's the case. You're going to be forced to sit there and watch."

Bo paled. "Asshole," he whispered.

Zale smirked. "On second thought, stay right there, Bo."

"No way, I'm not about to let you torture me like that."

The dark-haired man smirked. "Too fucking bad, because I'm ordering you to do it."

Bo scowled. "Come on, I didn't almost die to have to watch you fuck my mate."

Zale shrugged and pulled his shirt off with one hand, tossing it in the corner. His muscles rippled under his skin and I couldn't tear my eyes away. I really couldn't stop thinking about what sort of delicious torture he would introduce next. Though I was a bit worried how he was going to be able to do anything with the amount of injuries he had. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his injuries that still left his body bloody. They'd healed enough he wasn't bleeding anymore, but he still looked like a mess.

"Zale?" I questioned.

"Don't even try to lecture me. I'm going to drive you fucking wild and feast on your body, then I'll fuck you until I'm ready to release. I could be missing an entire fucking arm and my plan wouldn't change."

Was he not going to bring a toy? My lower lip jutted out in a pout. The things they'd used on me before had been more than I was used to, but they'd made me feel so good, to the point i couldn't think straight.

He smirked at me, pulling my covers off and tossing them to the side. "Amanda, you're going to do everything I tell you, aren't you? You want to be a good girl for me?"

My thighs clenched. The arousal surging at me from three sources was going to drown out every other thought in my head but climaxing. I licked my lips, eyes focused on Zale. I felt bad about it, but I ignored Bo. He could just sit there and enjoy the show.

"Take your shirt off," Zale commanded.

I didn't waste time, I pulled it over my head with a wince, and tossed it to the side. My breasts sprung free since I'd neglected bras upon entering this kingdom. They turned hard in the chilly air, and under Zale's heated gaze.

"See? You can be a really good girl, Amanda," he purred. "I'm going to give you the best reward if you continue obeying me."

Bo moaned from his bed. He slipped his hand under his thick covers and they bobbed up and down as his eyes locked on my figure.

"Did I say you could get off while watching her?" Zale growled at him. "Amanda, grab your breasts with one hand and squeeze, and with the other I want you to grab your nipple and pinch it hard while pulling."

I didn't waste any time. For some reason having Bo watching me wasn't a turn-off, but turned me on. It wasn't like the situation I'd been in before. I pinched hard, the edge of pain making me shudder and whimper with need. My thighs got wet, my arousal scenting the room. Bo's hand moved faster.

"If you're going to insist on getting off like that, you need to do it in full view," Zale corrected. "Take the cover off."

Bo scowled, but did as ordered, pulling it off his body and revealing his glorious cock. He returned to stroking it, eyes hooded while watching me.

"Amanda, take that underwear the healers put on you off. I want us to be able to watch your pussy drip."

Even his commands were making me soaked. I hooked my fingers into the bands of my underwear with one claw. The other was too intent on torturing my breast for their pleasure. It felt so good. My body throbbed like a heartbeat, every thump sending my pleasure to a higher level. A spiral leading up to the ultimate bliss.

The panties clung to my body, pasted against me with my arousal. I peeled them off and my sticky mess was revealed.

"Good job," Zale praised me again. "Spread those legs wide, lean back on the pillow, and play with yourself. I want you to torment yourself until you reach the point of squirting for me. Think you can be that good of a girl?"

I moaned. I wanted to be a good girl for him. I spread my legs wide, pulling my knees up and setting the flat of my foot on the bed so they both got a good view of me. The lust that surged through our bond made me pant. Would I survive this slow tease? I wanted them to fuck me. Both of them, either of them, it didn't matter. I needed my mates to be inside me and this torture was worse for me than it was for Bo, it had to be. Whimpering, I slid a finger into my desperate pussy. It wasn't nearly big enough, but I angled it and moved my hips and up and down, swallowing it. Fuck, I needed more.

"I didn't say you could do that," Zale scolded me. "Spread those lips open, I want you to take your time. I want my Luna to be filled with so must lust I'm overcome, and I'm not there yet. Torture yourself, now."

I whimpered but pulled my finger out, dripping with my juices. This was going to be a slow hell, but at the end of it my heaven awaited and I'd endure everything for a taste of it.