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It was 9 pm on a Tuesday, and Ghost and I went to a local pub to unwind. It was dimly lit, uncrowded, and the floorboards creaked with every step. The faint smell of booze wafted through the air as a couple of patrons stumbled out the door.
“Shit, I really hope they’re not driving.” I sighed, finding my way to the bar with him.
“Two pints, please. One for me, one for the lady.” Ghost was curt and straight to the point, and you could tell he just wanted some goddamn alcohol.
“Thanks, Ghost.” A small smile spread across my lips as the bartender handed us our beers.
“Great job out there, rookie. You’ve been doing fantastic work; brings a tear to my eye.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. Don’t overthink it. Tonight is about letting go; we deserve it.” He clinked his glass against mine, causing it to reverberate through my fingertips.
He was right; tonight was about celebrating our successes and loosening up. However, that was short-lived when he walked in. I watched as he ducked underneath the doorframe, clearly going unnoticed. His frame towered over every patron as he slid onto the barstool next to mine.
“Fucking hell...” Ghost muttered under his breath as he brought the pint to his lips.
“You look familiar; have we met before?” the stranger asked, his hands dwarfing the size of my body as he scanned the menu.
“I’m a member of Taskforce 141. We both are.” I nodded to Ghost, who was mid-sip.
“I knew a girl growing up who looked just like you. Maybe you’re her. I haven’t seen her for some years, but she was always so kind to me.”
Then he whispered my name. I froze, realizing it was my childhood friend, König. He had grown into someone more confident but still wore his anxiety like a badge. He was much larger now than he was back then, and anyone who chose to bully him now was asking for a death wish. His arms were more than just toned; this was a 300-pound man made of pure muscle.
“Guess you never stopped growing, König.” I giggled as the foam from my beer bubbled against my lips.
“So, it is you.” His eyes softened behind the sniper hood that concealed his face.
“Ahem.” Ghost cleared his throat, idly tapping his fingers against his glass.
“Ghost, this is König. We grew up together.”
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Both men stared at each other with barely concealed contempt. Ghost leered at the colossal man as if comparing himself to him. Ghost had a resting bitch face and an intimidating presence under the mask, but this was something new. Envy, maybe? As for König, he seemed anxious, just like I remembered. While he didn’t back down, he had that look in his icy-blue eyes that begged Ghost to leave him alone.
“Easy, guys. Let’s not have a meltdown.”
“Another pint, please.” Ghost slammed his glass against the counter while never taking his eyes off König.
“I’m sorry about him; maybe once he has a few pints in him, he’ll chill out.” I giggled awkwardly.
Thank God, I was right. Some time had passed, and both men were acting like old friends.
“You know, you’re not so bad, König. I can see why she likes you.” Ghost downed his third pint, wiping his mouth on his gloved hand.
“Ja, I’m surprised she wants to hang out with us. She’s way out of our league,” his words slurred.
My cheeks flushed like two cherry-red tomatoes; I wasn’t used to this type of attention. I couldn’t tell if I was blushing or if it was the alcohol flooding my system, but I could feel the room getting hot, and the heat between my thighs only grew with it. We bantered for another 45 minutes before stepping out into the cool night air after Ghost had called a taxi to our location, leaving the stench of booze and wobbling frames behind.
“You’re so pretty, you know. Ghost, isn’t she pretty? She’s like... the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” König slurred into my ear as his hands found my waist.
I knew it sounded romantic, but I couldn’t help but giggle at his clumsy, drunken state.
“She’s beautiful, and I don’t say that often enough.”
He’s never said that at all.
“I want to show her how much I appreciate her. Do you think she’d like that?”
My heart raced in my chest as they drunkenly bantered. I tried to tell myself it was the alcohol talking—because there was no way in hell either of them had gone so long without telling me how they felt. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand this.
Thankfully, within minutes, the taxi finally arrived. I sighed with relief as both men slouched onto the leather seats, clicking their doors in place as the sounds of impatient traffic and the cityscape faded into the night. However, it was far from over.
König’s hands tightened around my waist, pulling me into a tight hug. His cheek pressed against mine as the fabric of his sniper hood brushed my face.
“You smell so good. Like fresh peaches,” König hummed into my neck, refusing to let go of me.
“Now I’m going to think of her every time I see a peach. Ripe, juicy… sweet for the taking.” Ghost snorted. “Good thing I like the taste.”
I gulped, my body squeaking against the leather seats. It didn’t help that I was between them—let alone dealing with all the flirtations. My panties grew wet with every physical touch, innuendo, and compliment.
“I think we’ve flustered her,” Ghost said, sliding his arm around the back of my seat—merely inches away.
To be honest, I thought they were all talk until the driver dropped us off. The car halted, leaving us at the hotel Ghost and I had booked.
“Wait—König’s coming with us?” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
That was when Ghost realized he fucked up. He forgot to tell the taxi driver we were taking separate routes. And honestly, the driver probably assumed we were all together, judging by how much they’d gushed over me in the car.
“I may have made a mistake.”
“You forgot to tell the driver ahead of time that we were going to different locations, didn’t you?”
“Does that mean we get to appreciate her tonight!?” König beamed—just a little too loudly.
“Oh my God...” I slapped a hand to my forehead.
The hotel had already screwed up the reservations. We didn’t have travel insurance, so they refused to swap things out without charging us a fortune for another suite. In other words, Ghost and I had been sharing a bed for the past couple of nights.
“Well, we’re all tipsy—some of us more than others. Let’s just call it a night and settle in,” I sighed, knowing I couldn’t keep my dignity intact around these men.
The rest of the night was anything but relaxing. Both men fought for my attention in different ways. In hindsight, this would be any girl’s dream—but the alcohol had already taken its toll on me.
“What do you think of us?” Ghost chimed in, voice more bristly than usual, with a hint of seduction.
“I think that’s a loaded question.” I picked up the remote and flipped through the channels on the widescreen TV.
“I saw the way you squirmed in the car. You were trying to hold back, weren’t you?” he rasped, tracing slow circles along my arm.
“You know, we could make you feel... good,” König added, lifting his hood as his hot, boozy breath hit the back of my neck.
These men were reading me like a book. No matter how much I pretended I didn’t want them, it was like they could smell my arousal.
“Give in, mein Engel.” König’s fingers danced along my waistband, causing my stomach to flex.
I huffed, trying to stifle a moan as he tugged at the fabric that hid my most intimate parts.
“I think she already is,” Ghost chuckled darkly as he toyed with the hem of my shirt.
I bit my lip, giving them a look that said, Help me undress. I wasn’t fighting it anymore—I wanted this just as much as they did.
“Take off my shirt... and pants. I feel hot.”
Both men exchanged a knowing glance and nodded, their movements deliberate as they began stripping away the layers that still separated our skin.
“What a beautiful body. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding it for so long.” Ghost smirked, slowly unzipping his pants.
“I can’t wait to be inside her...” König licked his lips, no longer subtle about his growing desire.
Within seconds, shirts, pants, and boxers hit the floor, leaving little to the imagination. My eyes widened as their toned bodies glistened under the soft glow of the television. They had me wrapped around their little fingers, and they knew it. Their hands glided effortlessly along my frame, worshipping every inch of me. Ghost kissed up my thighs, while König took my eager bud between his teeth, rolling the sensitive flesh with his tongue.
“Ghost... König... That feels so good,” I whimpered.
“You know what else will feel good?” Ghost teased, his voice low and cheeky, distracting me from what he was about to do.
“Hmm?”
Without a second thought, his fingers slid between my thighs, leaving my sticky essence on his glove.
“You’re wet. Flip over.” Ghost ordered, leaving no room for interpretation.
I nodded, exposing my glistening folds to both men. Their monolithic frames loomed over me like predators about to consume prey. I was face down, ass up, for them to mount and use at their disposal. I was vulnerable, yet my body betrayed me. My pussy clamped down on their hardening cocks like a Venus flytrap ensnaring its carrion. I groaned as their hips snapped into mine. They fit perfectly, like my pussy was meant for them. Slowly, I could feel myself growing cock drunk.
“You take us well, Liebling.” A low, primal growl laced with possession erupted from König’s throat, like a man starved.
I moaned, eyes rolling into the back of my skull as his cock slipped in and out of my drooling slit.
“We want to break you in until you're a tongue-tied mess, until your legs can no longer walk. Our dear little pillow princess—I love watching you unravel. So, will you become a slave to your desires and beg for more?” Ghost moaned in my ear, letting me know the pleasure he felt as he used my pussy as his personal fleshlight.
A part of me wondered if I’d be discarded after tonight, like a piece of trash being stomped on in an open walkway. Maybe it was the way their hands caressed my breasts like I was the only woman in the world who deserved it, or the filth they whispered in my ears. It felt like a fantasy, and I didn’t think I’d want to live without it.
“God, I’ve got to bloody piss, but her cunt feels too good to pull out of.” Ghost squirmed above me, dark orbs boring into me with desperation.
“I wonder if she has a piss kink? I’m sure it’d feel nice to let go.”
“Are you drunk out of your mind!?”
“I am, and I don’t want to pull out either,” König grunted, rolling his dazzling blue eyes underneath his sniper hood.
I could feel the tension between the men as they fought over whether it was morally right.
“Think about it, Ghost. You have a personal urinal right in front of you, and you cum. It’s the best of both worlds.”
Ghost groaned but knew König had a point. So, he gave in to peer pressure.
“I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about doing this...” Quick and deliberate, they hoisted my hips up, cocks eagerly twitching inside me.
I whimpered, eyes watching them wearily as both men sighed in unison and let go. Both men cursed in their native tongues as pleasure washed over their protective forms.
Their bodies relaxed as two steady streams flowed into my thirsty heat, like an endless waterfall trying to fill the lake below. As their golden nectar quenched my insides and dribbled down my thighs, I whimpered. Both men laced their fingers with mine, keeping me in place, creating a truly intimate experience. My toes strained, and my legs quivered as I put all my weight into keeping my hips up for them. I was their personal urinal. The liquid was warm, and the acrid scent of urine filled my nostrils, yet somehow, it intoxicated me. I needed this.
“You’re doing well, love.” Ghost grinned beneath his mask as he emptied his bladder.
“If you don't stop clenching, I’m going to cum inside of you.” König groaned through gritted teeth as the last few dribbles escaped him. “Scheiße... Ich komme…” he huffed, trying his best to catch his breath again. His thrusts grew erratic, chasing for release.
Within seconds, the giant creampied my pussy, his cum mixing in with urine.
“Liebling, this is what you do to me... You make me lose control.”
Now, it was Ghost’s turn. He had finally emptied his bladder after downing several pints at the pub. However, he wasn’t the type to cum early.
“König, let’s set her down on the bed. I want you to hold her wrists in place while I fuck her until she’s screaming,” he growled impatiently.
Without a second thought, they both lowered me onto the bed, causing remnants of urine to pour out of me like a tipped pitcher. I lay there in a cold puddle as both men came to realize it wasn’t the best idea.
“Shit,” König said in his drunken stupor. “Guess we didn’t think about that. This place is going to smell like piss for a while.”
“Used to it. Reminds me of home,” Ghost snorted dryly.
“It was worth it though...” I squirmed as Ghost splayed his fingers on my waist, and König held my hands above my head.
“So, the princess does have a piss kink? Fuck me...” Ghost sighed as he rolled his hips into mine.
“I told you. It was all over her face when she started moaning.”
“I wonder what other things you’re into. Perhaps if we push the right buttons, you’ll go mad.”
“Mm...” I nodded.
“What was that?” Ghost stopped in his tracks, causing my body to stiffen.
“I...”
“I said I wanted you to scream my fucking name.” He rumbled in that deadly tone, slamming his hips unapologetically into mine until stars filled my eyes.
“Fuck... Ghost!” I yelped.
“Louder!” he roared.
“Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!”
“I’m going to make you cum, you understand me?” He gripped my chin in his hand and forced me to look at him.
I nodded, feeling both men tighten their grips on me. I felt like a piece of meat that was thrown into the lion’s den.
“Such a dirty girl you are. I want to hear you scream my name, too.” König looked at me, eyes glossed over like marbles. “Perhaps I can... I won’t be inside you, but I’ll make you feel pleasure in other ways.”
König lifted his hood, revealing a Cheshire grin that sprawled across his firm lips.
“Wh... what are you?” My breath hitched in my throat.
“Don’t worry about him. Focus on me,” Ghost demanded, making me feel overwhelmed.
He continued to slam into me, making my pussy ache. I felt like I was losing control of my mind and my body, and I didn’t know how much longer I’d last. Then, a piercing pain shot through the veins in my neck, causing me to scream. König bit a little too hard, causing me to feel faint. Fuck, it hurt as he sucked, nipped, and lapped at the wound he created. I thought hickies weren’t supposed to hurt.
“König!” I groaned, hips bucking wildly into Ghost’s.
“That’s it, Liebling. Call for me.” A dark chuckle escaped him.
His hands trailed to my neck, like a man possessed, as he traced over the newly formed bruise like sculpted art. It was clear he felt proud of it.
“I wanted to mark you in other ways than just piss.”
“It sounds like you’re the one with the piss fetish,” Ghost grunted, bringing my attention back to him.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it too, Ghost.”
“I will neither confirm nor deny.”
I could feel my head spinning from the sensations rushing through my body and the men arguing. I reached out to König, carving out his gorgeous features as Ghost fucked me into oblivion. He was quick and relentless, and I knew I’d be feeling the outline of his member for days.
“You two... are going to be the death of me,” I said between breaths.
“Silence her, König.”
And he did; König slid his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to obey. I became their new little plaything and couldn’t do anything about it. I let them ravish me until I couldn’t think of anything else but their cocks.
“Fuck... I’m close.” Ghost chuckled darkly.
I mumbled, unable to tell him I was close too.
“Ghost, I think she’s close,” König ran his fingers through my hair; it was soothing.
With one final thrust, Ghost’s brutal rhythm slowed — once violent and unforgiving — as his seed spilled deep into my womb.
“Wow...” he heaved, trying to catch his breath as he pulled my frame close to his.
The three of us lay tangled together, both men nuzzling into me like big teddy bears. It felt warm and protective—something I never knew I needed until now.
“Normally, I’d feel regretful in a situation like this,” König sighed, inhaling my scent, “but with you, it’s different. You still smell like peaches, even after breaking into a sweat.” He let out a soft laugh.
“You know,” Ghost smiled, voice low and amused, “I think I like peaches even more now.”
And that’s when I knew—I wouldn’t be discarded like crumpled trash.