But when she moved to lift him, her legs gave out.
The exhaustion hit her all at once: the pregnancy, the exertion, the sheer overwhelming everything of the past hour. Her thighs trembled violently, and she would have collapsed if not for the hands that suddenly gripped her waist.
Voss’s hands. Steadying her. Holding her in place on his lap.
"Felicity," he said quietly. "You don’t have to..."
"I said don’t touch unless I say," she whispered, but there was no heat in it. She was shaking too badly, her arms wrapped around his neck for support.
Voss’s gaze softened. "You said it, you’re falling."
She hadn’t. But the look in his eyes told her he knew she needed the permission, needed the out.
"Fine," she breathed. "Hold ."
His hands tightened on her waist, and she felt his cock pulse inside her, so close, so desperately close. She ground down one more ti, and he ca into her tight pussy. She felt the waves of the hot cum fill up her womb, and dribble and rush out beneath them.
"Voss, help off."
Voss gently pulled her off his cock with a pop, and she licked up the rest of their shared juices and cum. His head rolled back with a delicious growl from him, then his sharp eyes watched her lick up his cock like it was the yummiest thing on earth.
Voss scooped her up effortlessly, her exhausted body cradled against his broad chest. "Damien," he called, his voice commanding yet gentle. "She’s ready for you."
Felicity’s head lolled against Voss’s shoulder, her golden hair falling in tangled waves. She could feel Damien’s presence before she saw him, that electric charge in the air that always accompanied him.
Damien moved with predatory grace, positioning himself on the ground. Voss lowered her carefully, guiding her onto Damien’s lap so she faced away from him.
"Reverse," Damien murmured, his voice a silken whisper against her ear as his hands settled on her hips. "Let see all of you."
Felicity gasped as she felt the unmistakable pressure of his twin cocks, one already slick with her pussy juice and his own precum pressing against her cunt, while the other nudged at her back hole, dripping with her juices that had leaked down.
"Take in," Damien commanded, his fingers digging into her flesh.
With Voss’s steadying hands on her shoulders, Felicity lowered herself slowly, taking both cocks simultaneously. The sensation was overwhelming, stretching her in ways that made her vision blur. Damien groaned, a deep, primal sound that vibrated through her body.
When she finally sank down completely, taking him to the hilt, Damien’s hands tightened on her hips. "Move," he growled. "Show what you need."
Felicity began to grind her hips in slow, deliberate circles, feeling both cocks shift inside her. The dual penetration created a fullness that bordered on pain and pleasure simultaneously. She threw her head back, golden hair cascading down her back as she found a rhythm that made Damien’s breathing quicken.
"Side to side," he instructed, his voice strained. "That’s it, beautiful fox."
She obeyed, rolling her hips in figure eights that had Damien’s claws extending, pricking her skin. The slight pain only heightened her pleasure, sending sparks of electricity up her spine.
When his pace beca erratic, his thrusts more desperate, Damien suddenly pulled her up, his cocks sliding out of her with an obscene sound. Before she could protest, hot ropes of cum splashed across her breasts with one cock while the other aid higher, painting her face and lips with his hot release.
Felicity instinctively opened her mouth, catching what she could, her tongue darting out to lick his sweet essence from her lips. The taste was intoxicating, slightly sweet with an underlying musk that made her crave more.
"Exile," Damien called, his voice still rough with satisfaction. "She’s ready."
Strong arms lifted her from Damien’s lap, transferring her to another waiting body. Exile positioned himself beneath her, his twin cocks already glistening with precum, her ass already filled with Damien’s hot jizz, making it perfect lubrication for what was to co.
"Ride ," Exile commanded, his hands imdiately finding her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he guided her down onto his waiting cocks.
Felicity cried out as she impaled herself on him, taking both shafts in one fluid motion. Unlike Damien’s asured control, Exile was brutal in his approach, thrusting upward as she ca down, creating a punishing rhythm that had her bouncing uncontrollably on his lap.
His hands kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers until she gasped. The dual sensation, the fullness below and the rough treatnt above, pushed her toward the edge rapidly.
"Harder," she found herself begging, her voice barely recognisable to her own ears.
Exile complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more relentless. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by their shared moans and grunts.
When Felicity finally shattered, her orgasm ripped through her with such intensity that she saw stars. Exile followed monts later, filling both her holes with his release before gently lowering her exhausted body to the ground.
"Rest now," he murmured, brushing sweat-dampened hair from her face. "We’ll be here when you wake."
Felicity’s eyes fluttered shut, her body completely spent. She felt strong arms lift her, cradling her against a broad chest. The familiar scent of pine and sothing tallic told her it was Victor. His heartbeat thrumd steadily beneath her ear as exhaustion claid her completely.
"Take her to her space," Victor commanded, his voice vibrating through his chest against her cheek. "She needs to be clean, and she needs to rest."
The transition to her private space was gentle, the familiar shift in air pressure telling Felicity they’d crossed the threshold between the ruined world outside and her personal haven. Cool marble t her skin as Victor laid her down on a smooth surface.
"She’s covered in all of us," Damien observed, his voice husky as he gazed down at her. "Every inch of her."
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