69novels Chapter 300: Pillow Fort Fun
Chapter 300: Pillow Fort Fun
The air thickened with musk and desperation, Felicity’s plea hanging like a promise of sweat-slicked sin. Six pairs of predatory eyes locked onto her swollen form in the dimness, pupils dilated with feral hunger.
Voss’s calloused hand slid beneath the flimsy hem of her dress, rasping against the damp silk of her inner thigh. "Everywhere aches, does it?" His voice was gravel and smoke. "We know exactly how to fix that, our Queen."
Victor didn’t wait. He surged forward, his thick, serpentine tongue, forked and wicked, already lapping at her weeping pussy before she could gasp. "Fuck! Vic!" Felicity arched off the pillows, her pregnant belly taut, her swollen cunt clenching around nothing but air. His tongue speared deep, flicking mercilessly against her throbbing pussy. The sensitivity was agony and ecstasy; every nerve ending screamed. Behind her, Voss’s rough palm engulfed her heavy tit, his thumb grinding her pebbled nipple until sparks shot down her spine. "Sensitive little sun", he growled against her neck, biting the tendon there. "Begging for our hands, our mouths... our cocks."
They descended upon her like starving beasts. Ivan cradled her head, his massive thumb pressing possessively against her parted lips. "Open," he commanded, and when she did, he shoved the thick cock deep into her mouth, fucking her throat with it. "Suck. Show us how hungry that pretty mouth is." Damien, coiled beside her left leg, let his twin pricks, thick, veined, and glistening with pre-cum, slide against her calf. His forked tongue slithered up her inner thigh, tasting her arousal mingled with Victor’s saliva. "Smells like heaven, our Queen," he hissed, one cockhead nudging her ankle. "Smells like ours."
Lucan mirrored him on her right, his hands massaging her ankle while his own erection strained against his pants. Exile, the devoted simp, worshipped her leg, his hot tongue lavishing open-mouthed kisses up her shin. "Perfect," he murmured, reverence dripping from every syllable. "Every inch of you... ours to taste."
Victor’s mouth was relentless. He buried his face in her sopping pussy, tongue plunging deep, lapping at her inner walls, then swirling tight circles around her clit until she was thrashing. "Gonna cum!" Felicity shrieked, her voice raw. "Victor, please! Please let me cum!" He sucked her clit hard between his lips, humming vibrations straight into her core. Her orgasm detonated a white-hot supernova that ripped through her trembling body. Her cunt spasmed violently around Victor’s tongue, gushing slick arousal onto his chin. Ivan held her head still as she screamed around his finger, Voss’s arm locked like iron around her waist, pinning her against his own hard cock grinding against her ass crack.
The relief lasted three fucking seconds. The ache roared back, deeper, hungrier, a primal demand for filling. "Inside!" she sobbed, her cunt pulsing emptily. "Need cock! Need it deep! Victor... now!"
Victor reared up, red eyes blazing with unholy fire. His pants were shoved down, his cock springing free, thick as a wrist, flushed purple-red, veins bulging, the swollen head dripping pre-cum onto her trembling belly. "Where, Fel?" His voice was a guttural snarl. "Where does my Queen want this filthy cock?"
"My cunt!" Felicity wailed, spreading her legs wider, presenting her dripping hole. "Fuck me raw, please haah- Fill me with your fucking cum please!"
He didn’t hesitate. The broad head of his cock pressed against her soaked pussy. One brutal thrust sheathed him balls-deep. Felicity’s back bowed off the cushions, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her tight cunt stretched obscenely around his girth. The burn was exquisite, a delicious tearing sensation as her inner walls yielded. "Fuck! So full!" she gasped.
He fucked her with punishing, deep strokes, each withdrawal leaving her clenching desperately around emptiness before he slammed back in, hilting himself with a wet smack of flesh. "Taking my cock like a perfect little fox," Victor groaned, sweat dripping onto her chest. "Your cunt’s made for this... made for us."
Behind her, Voss ground his erection harder against her ass. "Want mine too, sweetheart?" he purred, dangerously soft. "Want both your holes stuffed full?" His hand slid from her tit down her belly, fingers dipping into the mess Victor was making of her pussy, gathering slickness before tracing the tight furl of her asshole. "Your hole looks lonely."
"Yes!" Felicity screamed, lost in the haze of cock and love. "Please, I need it, please."
Voss spat thickly onto his fingers, then pressed one thick digit against her asshole. She cried out, a sharp, shocked sound as he breached the tight ring of muscle, stretching her impossibly wider. "That’s it," Voss growled, working his finger deeper, scissoring her open. "Take it. Take what your Kings give you."
Victor’s thrusts grew frantic, his balls slapping against her ass. "Gonna flood your beautiful pussy," he snarled. "Gonna pump you full of my cum!" He slammed deep and held, his cock pulsing violently inside her as thick ropes of hot cum erupted, flooding her already full womb, the mana-rich seed searing her sensitive inner walls. Felicity convulsed, another orgasm tearing through her, weaker but still shattering.
Before she could catch her breath, Voss withdrew his finger. She felt the blunt, insistent pressure of his cockhead, thicker than Victor’s, against her stretched asshole. "Push out, Queen," Voss commanded, his voice tight with strain. "Take your King’s cock up your ass." He pressed forward relentlessly. The stretch was brutal, agonising, a tearing burn that stole her breath. She screamed, high and ragged, as his massive cockhead breached her tight ring, forcing its way inch by excruciating inch into her virgin ass. Behind her, Ivan tightened his grip on her hair, forcing her head back. "Look at them," he ordered, his voice rough. "Look at your husbands filling every hole."
Her blurry vision focused. Victor was still buried deep in her cunt, his cock twitching as the last spurts of cum leaked around the base. Voss was pistoning his thick shaft brutally into her ass, each thrust a white-hot brand of possession. Damien had slithered closer, his twin cocks now resting hot and heavy on her belly, pre-cum smearing her skin. Lucan’s hand was wrapped around his own thick erection, stroking slowly as he watched her take cock. Exile’s tongue was tracing the crease of her thigh, his eyes glazed with worshipful lust. Ivan’s thumb was back in her mouth, fucking it hard.