“Open your mouth, mate,” Erik instructs.

I’m not sure how I’m going to fit him in my mouth. I was always timid about this, even when I had a boyfriend who I was almost tempted to do it for. Now I don’t have a choice. Erik won’t take no for an answer, especially after I betrayed his trust. This is part of my penance as much as the spanking was.

So, I open my mouth. Erik steps closer, rubbing the ridged head of his cock against my tongue before pushing it into my mouth. It stretches my lips until I open my mouth wide enough for him. The ridges feel strange on my tongue, but he seems to enjoy it, because he starts groaning when I rub my tongue against the bottom of his shaft.

“No reason to run from us, Avery,” Erik breathes out. “You belong to us, and you always have. We just had to find you.”

I whimper around the cock in my mouth, then I feel Ivar rubbing himself against my folds. I tense up when he splits them and pushes into me. My body hasn’t forgotten him, even if I tried to flee. My pussy welcomes him, and I continue groaning on Erik until Ivar is balls deep. Ivar thrusts a few times, then he starts gathering my trickling arousal, rubbing it on my bottom hole.

“Mmph,” I moan around Erik, realizing exactly what Ivar is lubricating me for. Or whom, to be specific.

“You don’t have to get her too slick,” Sigurd growls. “She deserves to feel it after she tried to run away.”

“She’ll feel it, no matter how much honey I spread,” Ivar says, forcing more arousal out of me with a few quick thrusts that makes me take more of Erik’s length in my mouth.

Ivar keeps a gentle rhythm that sends tingles of pleasure through me. Erik continues to work his length into my mouth, every gasp or groan allowing him to push the head deeper. Once Ivar has my bottom coated with my arousal, he pushes a finger in and it makes me whimper as I’m stretched, my body resisting the strange new invasion.

I get seesawed. One cock in my mouth. One in my pussy. A finger pumping into my asshole, getting it ready for the biggest of the three brothers. My ass still burns from the spanking, but I’m beginning to feel more pleasure than pain. Or I do, until a second finger goes into my ass and I squeal, allowing Erik to shove his dick down my throat. Then all I can do is choke.

“I’d be a lot gentler with you if this wasn’t punishment,” Erik says, holding me on his cock while I struggle. “So, instead, you’ll just have to get used to it. Learn to suck while I’m buried in your throat.”

I struggle desperately, my lips trembling, my tongue flailing in my mouth as I try to breathe with a hard dick blocking my airway. That’s a difficult thing to learn when Ivar is steadily pumping into me, both with his fingers and his cock.

Finally, I’m able to get a breath. More of a gulp around Erik’s cock before I start breathing through my nose, moving my lips on his shaft, the sensation becoming familiar, rather than foreign. But just when I get used to that, Ivar slides his fingers out of me.

“She’s ready for you, brother,” Ivar says, and I feel the bed shift as Sigurd moves into position.