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The building for the aftergame party was dark and gloomy, in a way that attempted formality but felt more like a cheap funeral. Every single time it had been hosted here, and although they’d learnt by sheer willpower to be more relaxed after each season, it still felt like the edge of too much.
Cleo held her glass of whiskey on the rocks with a white-knuckled grip. It had been a long season. A long, stressful, unfair season. She could recount each time she’d lost her nerve during their games with ease, and she’d been able to let that pent up anger out without any remorse. It left a bitter taste in her mouth that she had to wait until now to take matters into her own hands.
Tied up to a chair, blindfolded, bent on himself was Martyn, his body as forcefully relaxed as he could muster. He was still wearing the same clothes he had on when dying during their last session, and if everything went according to her plan, he’d stay that way. Cleo ran a hand through his blond hair, thumb caressing his cheek, and with a deep satisfaction she watched him fail to stop himself from leaning into her hand.
“Isn’t this a bit too much?” Martyn asked, grinning through the nervousness showing in his rigid posture. “C’mon, it was all in good f–” Her hand came down to grope his dick, just beginning to harden up. “Fuck, slow down, slow down—”
“Did you have fun?” Cleo asked, gripping his member just a bit too tight for it to be pleasurable. “Bet you did, didn’t you? I can’t wait to wipe that smile off your face.”
“Gotta keep the audience entertained, somehow,” Martyn said, grinding his teeth as Cleo stroked once more the head of his dick.
Cleo turned around and looked at the people dining at the tables, quietly chatting as she prepared her show on the scenario. Everyone was well used to this by now, with a couple even looking forward to the post-game shows she’d built. To the left of the scenario someone had brought a double bed per her request, and in it was Ren, face twisted in worry yet his tail was wagging nonstop. When she came closer he raised his arms and wrapped them around her waist, face deep within her cleavage. She smiled once she heard Martyn gasp at the phantom feeling.
Even while mouthing at her breasts, Ren’s brows were still furrowed. She sat on his lap, pushing him backwards on the bed, as her hands tangled with his long hair. “Trust me,” she whispered, feeling herself grow excited alongside Martyn. “He wants this just as much, I can feel it.” Her hips ground down on his erection, rubbing her clit against the beginning of a knot. “Just give it to me.”
Grabbing her waist, Ren turned them around and slammed her back against the bed, growling as his clothed dick thrusted against her sex. From where she laid she could see Martyn tensing up against the ropes, hips twitching in place while trying to get away from whatever Ren was doing to Cleo. Sitting on his own chair at Martyn’s left, finally joining the show, was BigB, legs spread and fully clothed. His hand was slowly rubbing down between his legs, fingers rubbing circles against his dick, and his eyes were locked on hers, waiting for her approval. It sent a sharp stab of lust right down to her cunt, just as Ren shifted away, lips and hands trailing down her body. She nodded at BigB, and with a full body shudder he went back to looking at Martyn struggle against his bindings.
Ren lifted her skirt up, biting at the soft skin of her inner thigh before pulling down her underwear, exposing her pussy out in the air. Her hands tangled in his hair just as he surged forward, tongue lapping her from her hole up to her clit, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. Cleo’s loud moan mixed with Martyn’s, feeling the edge sneak up to her in increasing speed. This is it, she thought, feeling the pent up lust of a season of sabotaged releases traveling through her skin. This is my revenge. She smiled, watching Martyn fight against a release he did not want, all the way until the world turned white and she came down Ren’s mouth.
Her legs trapped Ren’s head against her lips, body tensing up as tremors wracked her body. It felt like everything finally setting into place, cunt pulsing as she covered his chin with her juices. It took a couple of seconds to focus her sight on Martyn, but it was enough to almost get her ready again. He was bent over, hips twitching in aborted thrusts as he came in his pants, a wet patch spreading on the front of them. Through their shared bond she could feel it too, like a second orgasm underneath her own, intoxicating and clouding her mind. Even though his face was red, bent down to hide from the cheering crowd, shame running through his veins, he couldn’t hide how much he was into it. Not from her.
A tongue pressing against her clit brought her out of her thoughts. Sharp overstimulation travelled up her thighs, but it was just the ghost of Martyn’s own pain. Cleo smiled, watching him sob as he tried pulling away from a sensation not his own, and with sick satisfaction she ground herself even more against Ren’s tongue. This is where the fun begins.
“Fuck me,” she snarled. On seeing Ren’s hesitation, she dug the heel of her feet in his back. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll make sure you don’t come for the rest of the night.”
BigB’s pained look from afar must have been a better argument, for he moved to finally get some of their clothes off; finishing pulling off her skirt and underwear, then taking care of his own clothes. Once Cleo haphazardly dragged her shirt and bra off her body, Ren claimed her lips, the saltiness from her own release still lingering. It helped stroke the flames building up in her, fighting against the sharp overstimulation threatening to stop her.
“Stop!” Across the room Martyn shouted, face twisted in pain.
Her fingers moved down, carefully circling around her clit. Through the sharp pain she could feel, faintly, bits of arousal sparkling up. “No.”
“Shit,” Martyn gasped, legs flexing and harshly tugging at his binds. “Shit, shit, okay, okay.”
“BigB,” Cleo said, watching him struggle to pull his fingers out of himself. Almost in unison she felt Ren move her hand away and press his cock against her clit. The pain came back stronger, and for a moment all she could hear were her heartbeat and Martyn’s broken gasps. She forced herself to focus on BigB again. “Sit on his lap. Use him.”
“But no…?”
“Don’t touch him, no.” She smiled, grounding her hips against Ren’s, feeling his cock slip down and position himself against her. “He has to earn it.”
The head pressed against her hole, dragging against her folds and slowly stretching her, sweat falling down her neck as she felt something give, his dick entering her at last. She felt her cunt squeeze hard against the intrusion, and knew it was her muscles responding to Martyn clamping down his body. By now their shared feelings had become one, and if she closed her eyes, she could feel his dick twitching, filling up once more, the harsh texture of his pants painful against his body. Yet, when she ground down, meeting Ren’s thrusts as they got deeper inside of her, she could see Martyn copying her, hips twitching forward in search of stimulation.
BigB stood in front of Martyn, lower body naked and giving his back to the public. His fingers kept rubbing slow circles against his clit, eyes focused on his soulmate's movements. Whenever Ren pushed deeper BigB's legs shook, and whenever he pulled out he'd speed up his movements, dragging along the feeling of tightness from her cunt. She wondered, as much as her mind could let her, if they'd fucked during the season. If BigB knew what it felt like for Ren to carve his way into someone's body, cock hard and thick and pressing against all the right spots, knot just shy of pressing in alongside the rest. Once his eyes locked back on Cleo, he let his hands rest on Martyn's shoulders, before lowering himself and straddling his thigh. The results were immediate; Ren moaning and gasping in her ears, twitching forward and thrusting faster and harder inside of her. Martyn gasped, once again fighting the ropes as he thrusted forward, feeling BigB's folds dragging against his leg through the fabric of his clothes.
"Cleo...?" Martyn asked.
"Dude, you can't just ask for someone else," BigB answered, quickly frotting his dick down. "That is so rude."
Cleo was about to comment when her vision got covered by Ren's hair. It was then she noticed his eyes focused on the other two, gaze trailing BigB's movements inches away from Martyn's dick. With a groan his thrusts grew quicker, the bed rattling slightly as he pounded deep inside her. Once again the pain became close to too much, but that only spurred her on, nails and heels digging hard against his back as the feeling intensified on the pit of her belly.
"Close," Ren growled, sharp teeth inches from her face. "'m close, I-"
"A bit more," she said, her own hand sneaking between her legs and rubbing her clit. The response was immediate, Martyn's back bending forward as his pleas turned into babbles. "Fill me up. Let him feel it."
His hips harshly thrusted forward, knot pressing insistently against her. Her entrance expanded slowly, dragged around the skin, and just when it was about to turn into too much, Ren pulled halfway out, fist wrapped around his knot as he came inside her pussy. Cum kept flowing inside her, spilling around her unplugged entrance. She suddenly felt a stab of lust, her insides clenching hard against his dick, and with giddiness she watched Martyn moan loudly, spilling once more inside his pants and carrying her over the edge.
The world turned white once more, everything reduced to the feeling of her cunt spasming against Ren's member, milking every drop of release inside of her. Her whole body was on fire, legs trembling as her orgasm washed over, a sharp prickling sensation covering her from head to toes. She could hear cheering and clapping, an ovation to her release. Then the pain came, sharp and overstimulating, making her clench harder. She couldn't help but sob, a single tear falling down her eye as the feelings clashed with each other, too much for her mind and body. And yet she pressed on, fingers rubbing herself off until she felt like she'd given everything in her and more.
Ren collapsed on top of her, hand still wrapped tight around his knot. For all that was worth he looked out of commission, entertaining himself by leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. Cleo ran a hand down his hair then focused her attention back on their soulmates, sitting barely an arm length away. BigB had completely entangled himself with Martyn, arms wrapped tight around him as he slowly dragged out the last bits of his orgasm. Shaking, gasping for breath, Martyn hid his head on the bent of BigB’s shoulder, pants completely drenched in both of their releases. There was a calm where their emotions linked, almost lethargic in a way. When she dragged her fingers through her clit, raw and overly sensitive, she watched his body response, spasming like her hand had been instead between Martyn’s own legs.
“Can you handle one more?” she whispered to Ren. Once he tensed up, she added: “Not even through your soulmate?”
That made him hesitate. A smile broke through his face, cut by a small kiss placed on Cleo’s lips. “Hmm, that I could try.”
She pried herself from the bed, legs barely holding her up as she made her way to the chairs. A small trail of cum slid down from between her legs, and although Cleo managed to remain her composure, she watched Martyn’s head sag forward even more. When she stood against his back, chest a breath away from him, her hands slowly untangled BigB’s from his hold, watching Martyn follow them like a lost dog. It made his reaction even worse when she caressed his cheek once again, face seeking her touch even while pulling at his ropes.
“Oh don’t think I forgot about you,” she whispered, her free hand slowly sliding down Martyn’s chest. Her hand reached the zipper of his pants, his body tensing up and fighting against the constraints once more. “C’mon, don’t be difficult. Just one more.”
“Can’t—”
“Can’t what?” she asked, feigning obliviousness. Slowly she unzipped his pants, hand wrapping around his limp erection. A single stroke was enough to almost bring her to her knees, sharp and painful with overstimulation.
“I’m done, I’m done, I’m—” Martyn gritted his teeth, sobbing as his body thrashed against the pain. “Stop, I can’t—”
“Can’t. What?” She emphasized each word with another stroke, her other hand slowly rubbing Martyn’s cheek. “Speak.”
“Can’t cum,” he whined, and this time tears fell through the cloth over his eyes. “I can’t, I’m done, please, Cleo…”
She kissed his forehead, slowly trailing downwards until reaching the corner of his mouth. Her hand kept jerking him off, and against his words, against the numbing pain, she could feel him get hard once again. When she looked up she saw BigB looking up at her, hand slowly circling at his dick in unison with her hand. He was uncertain of this, she knew that well, but when his eyes cast downwards, to Martyn’s dick inches away from his folds, it wasn’t that hard to push him to it.
“I think you can, Martyn,” she whispered, pulling his dick down and rubbing it against BigB’s. He lifted himself up, hips hovering right on top of his erection. “You just need a little push.”
BigB lingered for just a moment, before firmly pressing down, popping Martyn’s dick inside. His groan was covered by Martyn’s pained wail.
It took all of Cleo’s strength to grasp his hair and pull back, arm wrapped around his neck as to stop him from thrashing. The overstimulation was fogging her brain so badly, it threatened to pull her under as well. BigB rested his hands against Martyn’s chest, hips slowly sliding downwards until he was fully seated, dick rubbing against Martyn’s stomach. Seeing both of them overwhelmed with feelings was enough to drag Cleo back in, separate her own feelings from her soulmate’s.
Martyn was embarrassingly close. She fought the urge to dip a hand between her own legs, knowing that what was dripping between her legs was no longer just Ren’s release. If she held off long enough, she knew it would be worth it. Martyn no longer fought her, body limp as he simply took what he was given. Whatever he was saying was lost in incoherent mumbles, drooling with an open mouth. The sheer pride of reducing him to nothing was strong enough to bring her closer to the edge as well, nails tangling in his hair and wrapping around his throat.
“Come for me,” she demanded, and with a gasp he obeyed.
It felt like her veins were set on fire, fuelled by a ghost feeling so strong, their bodies became one for a second. Her knees gave up from under her, managing to stay upright only through her hold on Martyn. It felt like their orgasm dragged on for ages, then all of the sudden was ripped from under them, pain clear and sharp through their bodies.
“Sorry, sorry,” BigB mumbled, fingers rubbing himself off hard enough to look painful. “‘m close, sorry.”
His ankles curled up on the legs of the chair as he went still, his hole pulsing around Martyn’s dick. Cleo gritted her teeth, their bond still sensitive and alive after their show. It took everything in her not to push BigB off and to the floor.
“Yellow,” Martyn mumbled, head still tilted backwards.
“Ssshh, it’s done, he’s pulling out,” she said, throwing a glare at BigB. With shaking legs he quickly moved back, letting Martyn’s limp dick slide free. The cold air was barely a relief, but enough to make their bodies relax. “You did good, you did good.”
There were claps coming in from the audience, although Cleo could see most were keeping their hands busy with each other. It was for the best, considering Martyn’s current state. Her hand kept petting his hair, soothing both of them from the sudden ordeal. His face once more sought the affection, arms twitching as if trying to get free from his holds. It took a quick look at Ren to get him up and ready, picking BigB up and letting him rest on the bed.
Soon more people joined the stage, as the curtains were drawn to give them a bit more privacy. With the lights turned off Cleo dared to take the cloth covering his eyes. She was met with half lidded eyes, Martyn’s body relaxed while looking at her slowly take the ropes off, from his hands to his chest and downwards.
“I told you it was possible,” she said, kneeling in front of him while untying his calves.
“Fuck off,” Martyn said.
“Oh really? Is that how we’re going to be?” Her hands dragged up and to his inner thigh. Under her fingers the muscles trembled in anticipation. “Do you want to go again?”
“No.” When she glared at him, he added, begrudgingly: “Please, no.”
“You’re starting to learn,” Cleo whispered, standing up to kiss Martyn’s forehead. She could feel his body relax once more. “Good boy.”