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I move back, releasing her legs as she begins to turn. I preferred her facing the floor. It was more difficult for those assholes in the audience to see her pretty face.

Atlas wraps her right leg up over his shoulder, holding her left in his grip. I barely get her top half facing the ceiling before he’s slamming back inside her.

I feel like a bumbling idiot trying to maneuver my tentacles to support her head and shoulders. I end up coiling several around Atlas’s back and leg as Ali wobbles. I toss my body forward and her head ends up resting right over my extremely hard cock.

She wiggles around, smiling up at me, and it takes everything in me to release the tentacle holding my dick. It seems extremely disrespectful to jerk off with her head laying on my pelvis and shaft.

I’m leaking pre-cum all over her hair, but there’s physically no way to stop that. The soft skin of her cheek bumps around my lower stomach as Atlas powers in and out of her. Her nipples tighten as her tits bounce. It’s difficult not to wish I was in his place, but I am satisfied with finally being able to participate.

Atlas spreads her left leg wider, grinning at me as he slowly pulls out until only the tip is inside her. A low, rumbling growl escapes my chest. The urge to rip him away and slide inside her myself is strong. Ali grabs my free hand, squeezing it as she stares into my eyes, and my multiple hearts try to pump right out of my chest.

“Fuck, look at you taking my fat cock.” Atlas snaps his hips forward. A combination of both their cum spills out with every manic slap.

“Clit,” Ali begs. “Tease my clit.”

Atlas doesn’t make a move for it, simply raises an eyebrow at me in challenge. I move down the tentacle that was working my cock to tease her swollen nub.

“Yes,” she sobs. “Just like that.”

“That’s it, dirty girl. Scream for me,” he snarls.

She complies, rambling out pleas and commands.

My dick throbs painfully. The way her mouth falls open as her eyes clench shut is nearly enough to have me spilling my load.

“Keep begging while I paint you in my cum,” Atlas growls, holding her so tightly that I suspect she’ll have bruises.

Ali doesn’t care. Her face is pure ecstasy as she whimpers. Her warm breath fans over my shaft as she comes all overhisdick.

My head falls back, and I embrace the fact Silence was right.

We’re most definitely in Hell.

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My jaw falls as Hex slithers away from me as soon as we exit the stage. Ha, like I’m going to let him escape me that easily.

“Here.” Saber chucks a couple of towels at me and Atlas.

“What happened?” I whisper, spinning to face my orc. “Do you think I upset him? Was it too much?”

“I think he’s fine.” Atlas grins wickedly. “He probably just needs a moment to compose himself.” His large, calloused hands land on my hips, but I glance toward the hallway that Hex disappeared down.

“Do you think I should...” I bite my lip, unsure how to finish that sentence.

Atlas slides his hand around my ass, giving me a tender squeeze. “Go check on him.” He kisses my cheek, spinning me around and giving me a slap on my sore rear end.

It’s tender, but in the best way. I give him a grateful smile and shake out the towel, finally wrapping it around my middle.

“Thank God,” Saber mutters from behind me. “It was weird as fuck seeing you all up on Vivie.”

“It’s Ali for me.” Atlas chuckles. “But yeah, I bet that was bizarre for you.”

I snort, shaking my head. I forgot about that.

I meander down the hallway, listening for sounds in one of the dressing rooms. I’m nearly halfway before I hear water running in the men’s locker room.

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