in2ebook Chapter 314: Share her beautiful-
Chapter 314: Share her beautiful-
The air crackled with the raw stench of sex, sweat, and river water. Felicity hung suspended, a dripping, trembling offering impaled on two monstrous cocks – Exile’s thick shaft pistoning her slick cunt like a piston, Victor’s brutal girth stretching her asshole obscenely wide. Milk slicked her swollen tits, leaking onto Ivan and Damien’s chins as they sucked and bit, marking her flesh. Lucan’s clever fingers were a blur on her clit, a maddening counterpoint to the deep, bruising thrusts rocking her swollen belly. Voss’s tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her cries, his hands roaming her stretched skin.
"Who?" she gasped again, the word ripped from her throat, lost in the wet slap of flesh and guttural growls.
Lucan snarled against her ear, his purr vibrating through her bones. His fingers dug harder, circling her clit like he was trying to start a fucking fire. "Take it, every. Fucking inch."
But Exile, the silent, terrifying mountain buried in her pussy, wasn’t done. A low, rumbling groan escaped him, deeper than the river’s flow. Felicity felt inside her a terrifying shift, a thickening pressure beyond the massive cock already battering her cervix. She whimpered, a high, desperate sound, as a second ridge, thick and veined and impossibly hard, pressed against her stretched, dripping entrance alongside the first. Fuck. He did have two. The second cockhead, slick with her juices and his own pre-cum, nudged insistently against her abused hole. "Haah! N-no! Too much!" she cried, her body instinctively trying to clench shut, but Victor’s relentless pounding in her ass kept her wide open.
"Make room, little Queen," Exile growled, the first words she’d heard from him, voice like grinding stone. He shifted his hips, a brutal adjustment that shoved the second monstrous crown past her resisting rim. Felicity screamed, a raw, tearing sound, as her cunt was brutally forced wider than ever before. It wasn’t just filled; it stretched around two thick, unforgiving pillars of flesh. The sensation was beyond pleasure, a white-hot agony of violation that instantly flooded her core with molten heat. She felt every ridge, every pulsing vein of both cocks grinding against her inner walls, stretching her impossibly tight channel to its screaming limit. Her swollen belly jumped violently with each dual thrust, a visible ripple under the water’s surface.
"Victor!" Lucan growled, his eyes blazing with possessive heat. "Make space! Ivan, get under her! Now!"
Ivan, dripping milk from his chin, tore his mouth from her nipple with a wet pop. His eyes, dark with lust, locked onto Victor’s brutal rhythm in her ass. Without a word, he ducked beneath the churning water. Felicity felt strong hands grip her hips, lifting her slightly. Then came the terrifying pressure, blunt and insistent, pushing against her stretched, quivering asshole alongside Victor’s invading thickness. Victor grunted, pulling back just enough, his cockhead glistening obscenely. Ivan’s thick cock slicked by the water and Victor’s thrusts, pressed hard against the tight, straining ass.
"Fuck her, Ivan!" Victor snarled, his own hips surging forward again, forcing Felicity’s asshole wider. "Share her beautiful hole!"
Ivan pushed. Felicity moaned, her body arching violently as her asshole was forced to accommodate two massive, thick, pulsing cocks. The burning stretch was apocalyptic, tearing, unbearable and yet her pussy spasmed violently around Exile’s twin cocks, gushing fresh slickness. Victor and Ivan began a brutal, synchronised rhythm, pistoning their thick lengths side-by-side deep into her asshole, stretching her anal passage wide enough to see the fucking outline. The wet, slapping sounds doubled, a filthy percussion beneath the water.
Above, chaos erupted. Damien, shuddering with need, grabbed her milk-swollen tit roughly, squeezing streams of white onto his own cock as he furiously jerked himself, his eyes glued to the obscene penetration below. "Fucking goddess," he groaned, his cum spurting thickly onto her hip, mixing with the river water and milk. Voss, abandoning her mouth, shoved two fingers deep down her throat, fucking her face while his other hand twisted her other nipple, making her scream around his digits. Lucan, still relentlessly attacking her clit, leaned down and sucked hard on the nipple Voss wasn’t torturing, drawing more milk, his purr vibrating against her sensitive flesh. Someone – she couldn’t see who, blinded by sensation – grabbed her long, wet hair, wrapping it around their fist and using it like a fucking handle to pull her head back further, exposing her throat for Voss’s invading fingers.
She was a fucked-out, dripping, multi-penetrated doll. Two monstrous cocks are splitting her pussy wide, stretching her inner walls impossibly thin. Two more brutal lengths pistoning her asshole in tandem, stretching her rectum obscenely. Fingers fucking her throat, making her gag and drool. Hands mauling her tits, milk spraying. Cum painting her skin. Hair pulled tight. Every inch of her was claimed, used, worshipped with brutal reverence. She wasn’t a whore; she was their fucking altar, their life-giver, their Queen being devoured by adoration. Moans, screams, guttural cries ripped from her throat uncontrolled – a symphony of pure, overloaded ecstasy. "YES! FUCK! MORE! STRETCH ME! BREAK ME!" Her body convulsed, trying to buck, but the hands holding her hips, her hair, her waist, Victor’s arm still locked like iron kept her pinned, utterly helpless to their onslaught.
Amidst the grunts, the wet noise of penetration, the suckling sounds, the roar of her own blood... she felt him. Dimitri. On the bank. His gravity was a fucking black hole, pulling at her soul. She heard him, the sharp, bitten-off gasp when Ivan lifted her hips underwater, the low, ragged groan when Victor and Ivan first slammed their cocks deep into her asshole simultaneously. She felt the blistering heat of his stare like a brand on her skin. He wasn’t touching her. He wasn’t in the water. But he was there, fully dressed, his fist a blur on his own thick cock, jerking furiously, watching his brothers ravage his pregnant mate from every conceivable angle.
Her orgasm detonated like a supernova. Her cunt clamped down with vicious, milking spasms around Exile’s twin shafts. Her asshole convulsed violently around Victor and Ivan’s pistoning lengths. A scream tore from her throat, raw and endless, utterly inhuman, as pure, blinding ecstasy ripped through her core, wave after devastating wave. She felt Exile’s twin cocks pulse simultaneously, thick, hot jets of cum flooding her womb in torrents.