Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
I’m the star in this pendejo’s fucked-up movie.
After what felt like an eternity, Thune grunted.
“Enough of that. Now, we want to see you clean her up, boys. Lick your cum out of her pussy. Both of you.”
Noelle’s face flamed. She scrambled back onto the mattress, lying back and spreading her legs once more, the position now horribly familiar. Bright and Burn exchanged a look, but they moved without complaint. There was no hesitation born of reluctance—it was a grim, determined obedience. They all knew the price of defiance.
Bright went first, lowering his head between her thighs. His touch was reverent, his tongue a soft, lapping caress that sought out the mingled fluids leaking from her core. He didn’t just lick—he worshiped her—his movements slow and thorough, cleaning the evidence of their possession from her swollen pussy.
The sensation was intensely intimate—a shocking contrast to the rough fucking of moments before. It sent shivers up Noelle’s spine, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips. He was tasting himself, tasting Burn, tasting her—all of them combined.
Then it was Burn’s turn. He moved with a raw, feral intensity. Where Bright was gentle, Burn was possessive. He gripped her thighs, holding her open, and buried his face in her pussy with a low, guttural sound.
His tongue was rougher and more demanding—lapping and sucking, sucking every last drop of seed from her depths. It felt like a claiming—or maybe a branding. The scratch of his stubble against her inner thighs…the hot, wet pressure of his mouth…the sheer animal hunger of it made her hips buck off the mattress.
He’s hating this, but his body… his body loves it. Just like mine does, Noelle thought.
Thune chuckled, a wet, disgusting sound.
“Now this is a pretty picture. But let’s change it up again. You,” he pointed at Noelle, “suck the Dark One. And you,” he gestured to Bright, “get behind her and fuck her while she does it.”
They rearranged themselves, their movements sluggish with exhaustion and the psychological toll they all felt. Noelle found herself on her hands and knees again, but this time, she was facing Burn. He knelt before her, his expression a tortured mask.
“I’m sorry, baby.” His voice was low and hoarse. “I don’t want to force you to do this…to do anything.”
“It’s all right.” Noelle gave him a wan smile. “You’re not the one doing the forcing.”
She leaned forward and took his thick cock into her mouth, her head bobbing slowly. A moment later, she felt Bright positioning himself behind her. The head of his cock, already slick from her juices and his own precum, pressed against her sore entrance.
He pushed in, and she gasped around Burn’s shaft, the vibration making him groan. The feeling of being filled in both ends was overwhelming—a total sensory bombardment.
Bright’s thrusts were slower this time—deeper, more measured—a rhythmic rocking that pushed her forward onto Burn’s cock with each inward stroke.
Noelle could feel Bright’s pelvis slapping against her ass, hear his ragged breaths, and at the same time, taste the unique flavor of Burn, feel the heavy throb of his cock against her tongue.
The drone circled them, capturing the perfect symmetry of their union—her mouth stretched around the Dark Twin’s cock, her pussy stretched around the Light Twin’s shaft. She was the link that held them together—the center of their shared, forced ecstasy.
But despite the fact that they were being forced, her body still reacted.
Her orgasm built slowly this time—a coiling tension in her belly that finally snapped, making her cry out around Burn’s flesh as her inner walls convulsed around Bright’s, milking him until he, too, groaned and spilled inside her once more.
At last, the Trollox seemed sated.
“Very good, piggy-wigs,” he said in his deep, grating voice, setting his empty wine tankard aside. “That’s all the playtime we have time for tonight. We need to edit this footage. Tomorrow we’ll have more fun.” His three heads leered in unison. “I’ll want to have one of you in her pussy and one in her ass at the same time—isn’t that how your people do it?”
Burn, who had been silent through the final acts, finally spoke. His voice was low, but it vibrated with a hatred so pure it was like a physical force in the room.
“We won’t do that to our woman. We won’t hurt her even more than you’ve already fucking made us!”
Bright, ever the diplomat, even in Hell, tried to explain.
“We need a special fruit—we call it Bonding Fruit—to help Noelle stretch enough to take both our shafts at once. Without it, we would tear her. We can not and will not cause her that kind of injury.”
Thune’s middle head glared at them, its piggy eyes narrowing.
“You’ll do what we say, piggy-wigs, or suffer the consequences. We like a little pain with our pleasure—it’s going to be good to see both the little female’s holes stuffed at once.” He waved a dismissive hand. “Now run along for now—we want to be alone.”