Victor was the first to approach, blindfold in hand. "Let’s start by taking away one of your senses, shall we? Heighten all the others."
Felicity’s protest died in her throat as the soft fabric covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Without sight, every sound beca amplified: the soft rustle of clothing, the n’s breathing, the quiet hum of the vibrator.
"Spread her legs," Ivan commanded, and Felicity felt gentle hands part her thighs. Cool air kissed her sensitive flesh, making her shiver.
The first touch of the vibrator against her clit drew a sharp gasp from her lips. Voss’s voice ca from sowhere near her feet. "Still so sensitive, even after Ivan had you."
The buzzing sensation built quickly, making her hips buck upward. Just as she was about to reach the edge, the vibrator was pulled away, leaving her desperate and aching.
"Not yet," Voss whispered. "We’re just getting started."
Felicity felt hands on her breasts, then the sudden pinch of clamps being attached to her nipples. The sharp pain transford into a deep, throbbing pleasure that made her moan. Damien’s calm voice ca from her left. "Beautiful. You look perfect like this."
"I think it’s ti for sothing more," Victor said, his voice closer now. She felt sothing smooth and cool being pressed against her entrance, the anal beads.
"Breathe," Ivan instructed as the first bead pushed past her tight ring of muscle.
Felicity’s hands gripped the couch cushions as the beads slowly worked their way inside her. The fullness was overwhelming, stretching her in ways that made her whimper with need.
"Please," she begged, not even sure what she was asking for.
The vibrator returned to her clit as the last bead slipped inside. The dual sensation was almost too much to bear. "Now," Ivan growled, and the n began working her in perfect rhythm, the vibrator buzzing against her sensitive bundle of nerves while Victor slowly pulled the beads out one by one.
Felicity’s world exploded into white-hot pleasure as her second orgasm crashed through her. Her back arched off the couch, a scream tearing from her throat as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Before she could recover, she felt Ivan’s hands positioning her, turning her onto her hands and knees. "More," he demanded. "We’re not nearly done with you yet."
The blindfold was pulled away, and Felicity blinked in the dim light to see her five husbands surrounding her, all fully aroused again, their eyes gleaming with hunger.
"Who wants to go next?" Ivan asked, his voice thick with desire.
"I believe it’s my turn," Exile said, moving to position his two cocks behind her.
Felicity’s breath ca in short gasps as she realised the night was far from over.
She felt the cool, smooth scales of his lower body brush against the backs of her thighs. Then, the unmistakable, terrifying pressure of two blunt, hot heads nudging insistently against her vulnerable openings. The thicker cockhead pressed against her swollen, stretched pussy lips, slick with her arousal and the remnants of Ivan’s seed. The tapered tip prodded firmly at her clenched, tight asshole.
Exile didn’t hesitate. With a low, satisfied hiss, he surged forward. Felicity scread as the thick cocks penetrated her. He felt every fucking inch as both monstrous lengths buried themselves deep inside her trembling body, filling her beyond comprehension.
"Fuck yes," Exile rasped, his hands gripping her waist.
"Take her to the bedroom in her space," Victor commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Felicity’s core. "The couch is too limited for what I have in mind."
Exile didn’t withdraw, instead lifting Felicity’s trembling body with his cocks still buried deep inside her. She gasped at the sensation of being carried while impaled, the double penetration sending shivers of pleasure-pain through her. The walk to their bedroom was an exquisite torture, each step jostling her, making Exile’s shafts shift and grind against her sensitive inner walls.
When they reached the massive bed, Exile lay her down gently, positioning himself above her. His scaled lower body glistened in the dim light as he maintained his position, both cocks stretching her impossibly wide.
Victor’s chuckle ca from behind her, sending another wave of heat through Felicity’s body. "You look so beautiful filled like that, my love." His hands gripped her hips, positioning her just right. "But I know you can take more."
Before she could process what he ant, Victor slid underneath her, his massive cockhead nudging against her already stretched entrance alongside Exile’s shaft. "Relax for ," he murmured, then thrust upward with brutal force.
Felicity’s scream echoed off the walls as Victor’s thickness joined Exile’s inside her pussy, the two cocks stretching her already super-tight pussy.
"Fuck," she panted, her nails digging into the sheets as both n began to move in tandem, their rhythm perfectly synchronised. The triple penetration filled her completely, every thrust hitting spots inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes.
"Look at you," Voss observed from the edge of the bed, his cool gaze heated with desire. "Taking two cocks in one hole like you were made for it."
Ivan approached, his scarred hands running along her side. "She was made for it," he said simply, and the truth of his words resonated through Felicity’s being.
The bed dipped as Damien positioned himself behind her. His intense gaze t hers over her shoulder as he gripped Exile’s cock with one hand, positioning his own alongside it at her stretched asshole.
"Ready for more, little one?" Damien murmured against the curve of her shoulder, and the question landed sowhere between tenderness and threat, a contrast so perfectly him that her toes curled against the sheets.
Felicity’s breath stuttered. Her fox ears flattened, pressed tight to her head, and she knew they gave her away every single ti. No poker face in the world could compete with traitorous ears that broadcast every flicker of want like a neon sign.
"That’s not..." She swallowed hard as he shifted behind her, the blunt pressure of him nudging alongside where she was already impossibly full. "That’s not a fair question when you already know the answer."
Damien’s mouth curved against her skin. Not quite a smile. Sothing sharper. Sothing that made her thighs clench and her pulse hamr between her legs.
"I like hearing it anyway."
Of course he did. The bastard.
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