Delirando

CHAPTER 2. The Ride

I jumped in just as the subway doors slammed shut behind me. Last car. Packed. It felt like I had just dived into a sea of suits, sweat, and cologne. I found myself facing the door, hands pressed against the cold metal, my back completely exposed to the crowd behind me. Twenty minutes. That’s all I needed to endure. Just twenty. But my shirt w...

CHAPTER 1. The Spill

Obedient by 9AM

I was running. Literally. My heart was pounding from the fear of being late on my first day at work. The city was still half-asleep, bathed in pale sunlight and the greasy smell rising from the manholes. I, like an idiot, had brought a hot coffee in a flimsy paper cup not made for running.

Just as I was heading down...

CHAPTER 29. Summer Breezes

He slapped me on the cage and began to move back and forth, thrusting his fat d*ck in and out, but not quite pulling it out. He increased his thrusts, and I was slowly starting to m*an. I felt like my *ss was already fully open and his d*ck was deep inside my *ss, touching the insides of it. The pain was extreme; his body creaked every time he s...

CHAPTER 28. Spring Dawn

After lubing my *ss up well, Nico brought the tip of his d*ck to my tight little h*le and began to thrust in very slowly. My *ss was about to be broken again. Theo held my legs as the tip of that d*ck entered very carefully. I moaned as Nico, moving his hips with animal strength, pen*trated me. He pen*trated my *ss deeply, quickly, making me see...

CHAPTER 27. Plucking Daisies

I could have came during that scene, but of course, that wasn't the point for them. Nico said he couldn't hold back any longer, and Theo said they had to do it quickly because it was time to leave. They lifted my legs, leaving my gaping, hungry h*le exposed. My gift was c*m, and I was hungry.

CHAPTER 26. Wet Petals

They threw me onto the couch, bringing me out of my trance. Behind me, Theo held my legs behind my knees, lifting them. I was exposed, my p*ssy wet, frustrated, and restricted. Nico let out a breath, and his large eyes met mine for a second. His mouth, full of saliva, slowly approached my p*ssy, and his hot breath flooded my most precious area. ...

CHAPTER 25. Sweet Nectar

They stood up, and I immediately knew my place. On my knees, I felt the throbbing heat of those fat, milk-filled d*cks. I took them without hesitation, as if they were my own, and began to masturb*te them. Up, down, up, down. The pulsing veins reminded me how excited and h*rny those two were. I could barely fit them in my hands, much less in my ...

CHAPTER 24. Vines

Theo and Nico placed their strong hands on my forearms, and I knew immediately I couldn't refuse that invitation. I sat on the couch, between those young, muscular bodies. I lost myself in their caresses and the small kisses on my skin. They pressed against my fat, swollen nipples. My p*ssy began to wet my little thong, and all I could hear was ...

CHAPTER 23. Morning Thorns

When I woke up the next morning, I felt the restraints in my cage, something I hadn't experienced in a long time. Erections were no longer a common occurrence in my life, but what had happened the day before had been enough to awaken desire and lust in my body. I took a moment to clean up and freshen up before heading down to the living room, wh...

CHAPTER 22. Golden Pollen

Nico remained silent, unfazed. The sound of his labored breathing gradually subsided. I couldn't look at his face; I just stared at his giant d*ck, half-ashamed and half-afraid to face what had happened there between us. Nico broke the tension by gently touching my p*ssy with his hand, signaling me to get off the bed. There, kneeling, Nico grabb...

CHAPTER 21. Honey

The sound of my relaxed h*le harmonized with the thrusting and pulling of his d*ck. Two big d*cks had left my h*le gaping. His muffled moans became more frequent, and with one jerk, he flipped me over and unloaded his entire c*m all over my caged p*ssy. Pushing the tip of his massive d*ck against my fake lips... What am I going to do when these ...

CHAPTER 20. Sting

Nico inserted his d*ck, spitting out all the saliva that came out of his mouth. It barely bothered me; there was no pain, just desire. I pushed in and opened my h*le for him to see. My mind was torn between pleasure and worry that Theo would hear us. Something in me ignited, as I couldn't wait to imagine Theo coming into the room to see such a s...

CHAPTER 19. Midnight Harvest pt.2

Nico didn’t say a thing. His eyes stayed on me, focused and unreadable, and then, without asking, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. I gasped, more from the shock than the air hitting my skin. The fabric slid away, and I felt completely bare beneath his gaze. He didn’t hesitate. He just looked, openly, ...

CHAPTER 18. Midnight Harvest

It was late, well past midnight, when I felt the weight shift on the mattress. I stirred, confused, then fully awake in an instant as a figure pressed close. I turned, startled, only to find Nico inches from my face. His hand came down over my mouth before I could speak, firm but not harsh. His other hand moved with a different intention, slippi...

CHAPTER 17. Flower Bud

I heard footsteps on the stairs, faint at first, then closer, until the creak of the bathroom door made my heart skip. I turned my head, water still hitting my back, and saw Nico’s face frozen in the gap. His eyes were wide, locked between my thighs. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, almost in a whisper, “What the fuck?”

...

CHAPTER 16. Secret Garden

When I came downstairs, the house felt still, but my skin was still tingling. I heard voices, muffled at first, then clearer. Theo was on the sofa, relaxed, holding something in his hands. One of my panties. He brought it to his face casually, like it belonged there. I froze behind the doorway, heart pounding. Then I heard Nico’s voice, low an...

CHAPTER 15. Dew Drops

Theo grabbed my waist and with a single movement, his big d*ck pulled out of my *ss. I felt the ache of the emptiness his flesh left behind. Without a second's hesitation, and with his d*ck still filled with his fluids and mine, he made me swallow it all in one thrust. My mind went blank, the room filled with his hoarse mo*ns and the sound of my...

CHAPTER 14. Reap

Theo felt my *ss open without resistance. Then, with his d*ck hard and ready to explode, he lifted my knees, revealing my h*le. Hungry, wet, and virginal. He placed the tip, and I felt the folds of my skin burn. Theo looked at me and smiled wickedly, at that moment, he shoved his fat, veiny d*ck in with a single thrust. My eyes lost vision for a...

CHAPTER 13. Soft Soil

Theo moved toward me slowly. I could barely hear him breathe, but I felt him. His presence devoured the room. There was something in the way he looked at me. His fingers found the cage again, tapping it gently, then tracing it like a craftsman admiring his work. I shivered. Then he moved lower, his hand sliding between my thighs, palm warm, deli...

CHAPTER 12. The Scent of Surrender

When the fabric finally slipped away, Theo took a step back, not out of modesty, but to look. Really look. His eyes roamed over the tiny steel cage, the way it framed my p*ssy, my surrender. My two h*les exposed. I didn’t dare breathe. He crouched slowly, his gaze locked on the locked metal. “Perfect,” he said, almost to himself. “So sma...

CHAPTER 11. Unwrapping the Bud

His hands moved slowly, almost reverently, as he slid the panties down my thighs. It wasn’t rushed, no, it was ritual. I could feel his breath on my skin, his fingers dragging the fabric inch by inch like he wanted to savor every second of my helplessness. I stood there, exposed and burning, feeling the air thicken around us, heavy with the we...

CHAPTER 10. Petals Pulled Back

“Stand up,” Theo said softly, but there was steel behind it. I obeyed before I could think, my legs weak, trembling. The thin fabric of the panties clung to me, barely hiding the cage beneath. His eyes flicked down, and he let out a slow, pleased hum. “I’ve never seen a man wear something like this,” he murmured, fingers ghosting over ...

CHAPTER 9. First Bloom

Theo sat down beside me with that same quiet confidence, his thigh pressing against mine like it belonged there. He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. “Nico went out for a walk,” he said, voice low, almost kind. “Just us now. Nothing to worry about.” His hand was already on my leg, sliding high...

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CHAPTER 8. Static

I sat on the sofa, eyes fixed on the television, but I couldn’t have said what was playing if my life depended on it. My heart was still racing from the bathroom, every scene from that moment replaying in loops. I told myself I needed to breathe, focus, and act normal. Then I heard slow and deliberate footsteps, and suddenly Theo was beside me...

CHAPTER 7. Waterlines

My skin was burning, every inch that had touched his fingers felt branded, alive in a way I couldn’t hide. Embarrassment flooded me, deeper than the heat of the water. I stumbled back, nearly slipping, and grabbed a towel in panic. I couldn’t look at him and his big meat between his legs.

Behind the curtain of steam, I saw Theo casuall...

CHAPTER 6. Wet Petals

I froze. Water kept running down my back, but I couldn’t move. Theo stood there like he belonged, eyes sharp, mouth curled in quiet amusement. My shame pulsed louder than my heartbeat. He had seen it all of it and I didn’t even try to cover myself. Part of me couldn’t. Part of me didn’t want to.

He stepped closer, slow and delibera...

CHAPTER 5. Steam Flowers

I rushed upstairs, heart still hammering from what I’d just done. The clothes were spinning now, suds hiding my guilt, but I could still feel the taste in my mouth. I turned the shower on full, let the steam rise before stepping in. I had to wash it off, everything. The scent, the thought, the part of me that had wanted it. Water hit ...

CHAPTER 4. Saturated

I don’t know when exactly I lost control. One moment I was sorting their clothes, the next I was buried in them—nose pressed into the worn fabric of their underwear, the armpits of their shirts. The scent was overwhelming, thick with heat and salt, still clinging to the places where their bodies had bent and stretched and sweated. I held a p...

CHAPTER 3. Heat

They asked casually, between bites of toast. “Hey, can we do some laundry? We’ve got nothing clean left.” I offered to take care of it while they ran out to grab things for lunch. It felt like the polite thing to do. Normal. Familiar. But nothing felt normal once I opened their bag and reached inside. Their clothes were still warm...