My sensual criminals

"Mmmm," moans Ariana, her eyes dazed and sated. I look up and I've never seen such a beautiful sight: our angel is all cream and rosy curves; she's splattered with cum and her hole drips feminine juices.

But suddenly a light comes on in the hallway and the three of us freeze. Jack and I exchange glances and we know immediately: we've crossed the line. We quickly lean in to kiss our goddess and, before I count to three, we're out of the attic. Just as before, Jack and I return to our lair in silence. But this time, we're going to have a talk. It's necessary because we have to address the issue of Ariana's trust in us and her continuous questions. The trust she places in us is problematic. She wants to get to know us. She wants to be with us, so help me God, but we also want to be with her. This is becoming more than just kinky sex, and the strange thing is, I don't care. Maybe there is a way to bring our goddess into our lives without jeopardizing our personal safety. But it has to be done in a way that Ariana doesn't get hurt. As crazy as it sounds, her well-being has become incredibly important to us and we will stop at nothing to protect her. ARIANA

The light comes on in the hallway and before I know it, my lovers are gone in an instant. One moment they're in my bed and the next they're gone. Then there's a knock at the door and my heart flutters in my throat. I don't answer. I'm still lying on the bed in my torn nightgown, with James and Jack's cum all over my thighs and my pussy still tight from my orgasm. What do I do?

Another knock sounds.

"Miss Ari?" comes George's voice from the other side of the door, Ari? Before I would have felt satisfaction at hearing my nickname called through the heavy oak door, but now it sounds strange to me because I have become so accustomed to my alpha male lovers calling me "Ariana ". It's the birth name I've always hated because it was given to me by my father. But now, it has taken on a whole new meaning.

"Miss Ari, are you all right?" continues George. "I heard noises." Fearful of arousing suspicion, I quickly spring into action.

"I'm fine, George, thank you!". I reply.

"Your parents heard something too. They heard you screaming," he replies. It's typical of them to send the butler instead of going to check on me. But, for once, I'm glad they're cold-hearted and lazy.

"It's all right, George. I just stubbed my toe." I call him back, praying he'll leave it at that.

"Okay. I'll pass it on," he says, and I close my eyes in relief. "Do you need a first-aid kit?"

I stammer. "No, I'm fine, thanks. I'll be fine."

George shifts a little.

"Okay. Good night, Miss Ari," he adds before walking away.

"Good night," I reply as his footsteps disappear down the hallway. The light goes out and I'm alone again. Realizing the state I'm in - sweaty, covered in cum, my nightgown torn and my asshole throbbing and sore from all the fucking - I decide I need a shower.

Standing under the stream of hot water, my mind reels - how could Jack and James have gotten out of my room so quickly? More importantly, how do they keep getting in? I'm dying to know, but I've also realized that asking questions doesn't go over well with my rude daddies. I felt them get wary of my questions, and that scared me and excited me at the same time. But hey, I have a right to know, right? Jack and James may not want to tell me, but given our strange situation, there are things I need to find out.

Still, their words echo in my mind.

"There's something more valuable under the roof of this house than any of the artwork," they had said. Are they referring to me? It's impossible. Otherwise they wouldn't be so secretive. What if, the night they first came into my room, they didn't actually come to steal what was in my room, but what was in another part of the house? Are they using me now to somehow get closer to what they came to steal? And if so, what is it?

I dismiss these thoughts immediately: it's not possible. My mind does nothing but spin in circles, and it's late. I'm delirious. Besides, their interest in me seems so genuine, and well... it's emotional. They rocked me to sleep that night after I cried, and tonight they've indulged my fantasy. Not only that, but when we talked about protection, we started talking about pregnancy too, and it sounded like they wanted to have babies. could that be true?

It seems hard to believe because these are two hardened criminals - why would they want to have a child? How would it work, if they're both the parents? But somehow, I know Jack and James have a plan. They will make it happen, one way or another, as they always do.

After all, they may have been using my body for their pleasure, but they've been just as interested in pleasuring mine, if not more. They care about me, in more ways than one. That's definitely real.

Exhausted by all these unanswered questions, I fall asleep with only a few hours to dawn. I manage to get enough sleep so I don't feel like a zombie when the alarm clock goes off, but I keep hitting snooze as much as I can. At least I've already showered. In my drowsy state, I think I can change into my comfiest, baggiest clothes and head off to school after I get some more sleep.