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“Are you going to let me in, too, Nymph?”
“I’ll do my best, Sir.”
“Such a good girl.”
He’d managed to get two fingers into my ass before he lost patience. Loïc pulled partway out, and Valor spat in his hand and lined himself up with my ass.
“Ready?” Valor asked.
“Don’t murder me with your dicks.”
“Fuck,” Loïcgroaned. “I don’t know if there’s room in her for both of us.”
Valor coaxed the head of his cock into my ass, slow but insistent. He felt more enormous than usual. I wasn’t a big fan of anal, even at the best of times, but I did enjoy how submissive it made me feel. I gritted my teeth, and Loïc pulled my face down to him and kissed me, distracting me from the feel of having a hot metal pole forced into my ass.
I could have never imagined feeling so full without splitting in half. I blinked several times then shut my eyes tight, burying my face against Loïc’s shoulder as Valor urged my ass to take more and more of him.
“Such a brave girl,” Loïc said, trying to control his shaking voice. “You feel so impossibly tight.”
I sank my nails into his shoulders, trembling with the effort of taking Valor up my ass. Even so, I wasn’t interested in giving up now.
When Valor was all the way in, Loïc pushed himself balls deep. We paused like that, struggling for breath, my body complaining about the discomfort, yet dripping like an internal faucet had been turned on somewhere deep in my pussy.
“I think she likes it,” my husband had the nerve to say.
“As good as this feels for us, you’re deluding yourself,” Loïc said huskily. “Do you want me to pull out?” he asked me.
“Real gentleman would take turns,” I complained, whiny and breathless. “But no, don’t. We’ve gotten this far.” I shifted, trying to ease the feel of being stuffed so full.
Valor stirred his hips, withdrawing only enough to spit again and push back in. Their balls must be rubbing against each other, and they had to be able to feel every twitch of each other’s cocks almost as strongly as I did.
“Can you feel each other?” I asked.
Valor was taking very measured breaths. It reminded me of the first few times we were together, when he was trying to make things last.
By the time Loïc started to move, my body had partially accepted its fate. My organs felt like they’d been shoved up into my throat, but people did this all the time. I probably wouldn’t need medical intervention for them to migrate back down to their original positions. The roll of his hips was smooth, and lured me to follow his lead. Valor kissed the back of my neck as Loïc reclaimed my mouth.
They worshiped my body with greedy, eager, intoxicating hands. I was at their mercy, crushed between them, a receptacle for their base desires. It was uncomfortable, but hot in a vaguely dehumanizing way. I let go and stopped trying to control things. Subspace had settled over me—a thick, euphoric haze.
My sensitized clit rubbed against Loïc, and I chased that sensation, grinding against him as they struggled to find a cooperative rhythm.
“Look how hot you are, Nymph—taking us both like a good little slut.” Valor’s filthy approval made me feral.
At first, they took turns thrusting into me, overwhelming me with sensation. They stroked my skin, whispering filth as they took their time. I whimpered and squirmed, but I was trapped and helpless between them as they used me for their pleasure.
I was too full. Too hot. How could my body take so much—be so stuffed—and turn the sensations into pleasure? Somehow, it did.
Their thrusts became impatient, rough, leaving me gasping. They held me harder, cruel fingers digging into my skin, keeping me where they wanted me. I both hated and loved it, unable to stop the series of tiny, shuddering orgasms that fluttered through me. A bigger one was building, and the sheer strength of it was staggering. My body vibrated between them, a harp string plucked again and again, ready to snap.
“Fuuuck,” Loïc groaned. His eyes were filled with lust. “Are you going to come for me,ma jolie? I want to feel your body beg for my cum.”
“Oh, fuck.” Valor’s strokes became fitful, as he lost control. Deep in my guts, his cock bucked.
My heart battered at my ribcage, and the tension in my belly twisted down, painfully, gloriously intense.
“Please,” I sobbed. Please what? I had no idea. Tears swam in my eyes, and the tension inside me burst. A terrible, torturous pleasure exploded through me as the first convulsion of my orgasm hit and held, so intense it felt like my pussy had ratcheted down on their cocks. Both of them swore, but I was on another plane of existence, choking on rapture, darkness gathering behind my lids. The second wave crashed over me, cramping in my belly. I made an ungodly sound—babbled. Had no idea what I said. Tears streamed down my cheeks as my entire body erupted with blissful goose bumps that chased across my skin. I gagged, then gagged again. My forehead was pressed against Loïc’s shoulder, both of us slick with sweat.
“Oh my god,” I gabbled, laughing. I heaved again before it stopped. “What the fuck?” My mind drifted, lost. Contentedly, I let it stay out there. I didn’t necessarily need it back.
