Page 55 of Condemned

Chapter Twenty

When Kon rolled themover with his cock still inside her, she lost track of which way was up. The world swam up there, on the dappled ceiling with the tentacle shadows.

She shut her eyes.

She was shaking at the shock of him inside that taboo place. There’d been an ass plug there, once, but that was different.

This was far more personal. Being fucked by a cock in the ass, it was as if they were one. She became a part of him, an extension only existing for fucking.

Conflicting moments seesawed between hurt and good, and she told herself, this should not feel good.

Kon lay beneath her and with every breath he took his cock slid in and out a little. Enough to make her feel so curiously taken. She heard her own hoarse breaths, her choked sounds, and knew that she kneaded his arms, digging into them with her claws.

His arms squashed onto her breasts, as he rocked, as he fucked.

Her ears rang. Her mouth was permanently open and panting. Somehow, she was fractured and disembodied, as well as his, and taken, and owned.

Were those moans hers?

Oh, yes, they were.

She gasped as he humped at her again. Her ass muscles tried to clamp onto his cock as it pulsed large and very real, soft yet hard, immense. Almost too big. There was an impossible stretch that morphed into new blossoming sensations.

“Fuck!” she whispered squeakily.

“Talking again, beautiful?” Timin leaned over her, smiling, and he shoved her thighs back and high, keeping them there with his shoulders. He stuck several fingers into her pussy, and she couldn’t help bucking and crying out.

Pleasure was turning her inside out. Those fingers. Two mauleons in her.

Her wetness seemed to spill over and run down her ass, making her slide over Kon as he kept on minutely fucking her asshole.

More, her mind pleaded. More.

“Your cunt feel good with my fingers in you? Kon in you?”

Feeling duty bound to protest, she tried to speak, only he shoved those fingers higher and pleasure surged, flaring through her. Her eyes rolled up. Pussy and ass. All of her seemed to throb and merge. Desire rose and she wriggled but could barely move.

Not enough to escape.

As if she’d want to, with one mauleon in her ass, and with the other one staring into her half-shuttered eyes while much of his hand was inside her.

“Please,” she found herself croaking.

“Please? This?” He thrust again, deeper.

She bowed her back, unsure which way lay pleasure. To succumb to the one invasion or the other.

There was no answer, except to be theirs. Questions dissolved. Her mouth being taken by Kondio while Zo did her pussy at the barn—it had been nothing compared to this.

Avalon gasped, writhing against their hold, glimpsing the male above her as he positioned himself, and then his cock barely breached her entrance, nudging into her... before it slid slowly, inexorably deeper.

Wrapping his arms across the backs of her thighs, Kon fastened her legs even higher. Her feet were waving in the air and she was pinned, folded in two and on top of Kon, her pillow. Exposed completely. His grip opened her up to whatever they wanted to do.

“Are you ours? Mine?” Timin asked in a harsh voice, as he fucked in hard, sliding in, spearing her, forcing her onto Kon who also impaled her.

Her mouth opened wide, wider, and some unintelligible noise came out, as they both began to screw her in earnest. Her sounds devolved into grunts and squeaks and she drew blood from Kon’s arms, but he didn’t care, neither did Timin who had her thoroughly, with so much of him shoved into her.

She stiffened and arched blindly as the orgasm rocked into her, shattering her mind, fucking with every shaking part of her as both of them conquered her. Impaled, ravaged, and overwhelmed, she struggled to breathe as the two of them continued for several thrusts before climaxing, buried in her to the balls.