ebookslot Chapter 598 - 597- Foursome
Chapter 598 - 597- Foursome
Her anal twitched.The tight, dark, recently-used rim of her ass was exposed — pulled open by the spread of her tied legs, the muscle clenching and releasing with the involuntary, nervous rhythm of a body that knew what was coming and could not prepare.
"It hurts," she whispered.
Not from the ropes. Not from the position. From the anticipation — the deep, gnawing, shamefully eager anticipation of a body that had been fucked for hours and was already aching for more.
Her mind was too addicted.
She didn’t want to admit it. But the blood flow he had controlled — the continuous, heightened, amplified engorgement of her cunt and clit — had rewired her body’s responses. She was wet. She was throbbing. She was leaking onto the leather beneath her.
Viktor placed his cock against her anal.
The thick, blunt, hot head of him pressed against the twitching rim. He didn’t push in. Not yet. He simply held there — the pressure constant, the promise implicit, the threat absolute.
"They are just here to help you out," he said.
His voice was calm, conversational, the voice of a man explaining logistics.
He slammed.
PHACK!!
"AAAANNNH~!!!♡♡♡!!"
Her anal twitched.
The tight, dark, recently-used rim of her ass was exposed — pulled open by the spread of her tied legs, the muscle clenching and releasing with the involuntary, nervous rhythm of a body that knew what was coming and could not prepare.
"It hurts," she whispered.
Not from the ropes. Not from the position. From the anticipation — the deep, gnawing, shamefully eager anticipation of a body that had been fucked for hours and was already aching for more.
Her mind was too addicted.
She didn’t want to admit it. But the blood flow he had controlled — the continuous, heightened, amplified engorgement of her cunt and clit — had rewired her body’s responses. She was wet. She was throbbing. She was leaking onto the leather beneath her.
Viktor placed his cock against her anal.
The thick, blunt, hot head of him pressed against the twitching rim. He didn’t push in. Not yet. He simply held there — the pressure constant, the promise implicit, the threat absolute.
"They are just here to help you out," he said.
His voice was calm, conversational, the voice of a man explaining logistics.
He slammed.
PHACK!!
"AAAANNNH~!!!♡♡♡!!"
The full, brutal, one-thrust entry — his cock driving into her anal while the scabbard beneath her compressed her cunt, the dual pressure hitting her from both sides. His balls slapped against the leather surface of the scabbard, the impact making him wince — a sharp, brief flash of pain that was swallowed immediately by the wet, crushing, furnace-hot grip of her anal around his shaft.
He enjoyed it.
The pain and the pleasure merged — the sting of his balls against leather, the warmth of her anal, the vibration of her body against the scabbard. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her broad back, his hands reaching around to find her heavy tits.
He groped them.
His fingers sinking into the dense, mature, milk-heavy flesh, his palms covering the dark areolas, his fingers pinching the stiff nipples. He pulled, twisted, mauled — the greedy, possessive, animal handling of a man who had been given permission to destroy.
PAH PAH!
"NGH~!! HAAHH~!! IT HURTS~!!♡ IT HURTS~!!♡♡!!"
She cried.
Her tied legs jiggled — the thick, heavy flesh of her thighs shaking with each thrust, the rope creaking, the bed frame groaning. Her body swung between the bindings, each impact driving her forward, the scabbard sliding against her cunt, the leather slick with her juice.
"It feels so strange," she sobbed.
The scabbard’s pressure on her clit — the constant, grinding, inescapable friction — was stimulating her in a way that was completely new. Her cunt was being fucked by leather while her ass was being fucked by cock. The two sensations merged, overlapped, became indistinguishable.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"AAANNNH~!!♡♡!! NGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
Helviana moved first.
She pulled the strip-like dress over her head — the thin fabric sliding off her shoulders, catching on her heavy tits, then falling to the floor. She stood naked, her body marked with the bruises and bites of the previous night, her nipples stiff, her cunt hairy and swollen and already wet.
She walked to Viktor.
Pressed against his side — her tits against his ribs, her mouth finding his neck, her lips warm and wet. She kissed him, her tongue tracing the line of his jaw, her hands finding his chest.
Dara followed.
She shrugged off her robe, the fabric pooling at her feet. Naked, her younger body slimmer but still curved, her tits full and heavy for her age, her hairy cunt dark and glistening.
She pressed against his other side.
Her mouth found his shoulder, her lips warm, her hands sliding over his stomach.
Viktor’s tail moved.
It snaked behind him, curling around Dara’s hip, sliding between her thighs. The tip found her pussy — the hairy, wet, swollen entrance — and pushed inside.
"AAAH~!!♡"
Dara cried out, her body jerking, her hands gripping Viktor’s arm. The tail entered her deeply, the articulated, warm, demonic appendage filling her channel, then began to vibrate.
"Mmmph~!! NGH~!! HAAHH~!!♡"
Her moans were immediate, helpless, the sounds of a woman whose body had been trained to respond to his tail and could not resist it. Her knees buckled, her weight sagging against him, her mouth falling open.
Viktor leaned to his left.
His mouth found Helviana’s tits.
He sucked her nipple — the stiff, dark peak disappearing between his lips, his tongue swirling, his cheeks hollowing. Helviana gasped, her hand going to his hair, her back arching, her heavy tits pressing forward into his face.
He sucked while he fucked.
His cock in Naro’s anal. His mouth on Helviana’s tit. His tail in Dara’s cunt. Three women. Three holes. The devil’s work, done with the efficient, multitasking precision of a man who had been designed for this.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"AAANNNH~!!♡♡!!" — Naro, crying, her anal being pounded, her cunt grinding the scabbard.
"NGH~!! HAAHH~!!♡" — Dara, moaning, her pussy vibrating around his tail.
"Mmmph~!! Ah~!!" — Helviana, gasping, her nipple being devoured.
He pulled out of Naro.
The wet, clinging withdrawal — her anal gripping him, trying to hold him, failing. She sobbed at the loss, the empty, gaping, suddenly-vacated feeling of a body that had been filled and was now hollow.
He threw Helviana onto the bed.
Over Naro — the younger woman landing on top of the older one, their bodies pressing together, tits against tits, belly against belly. Helviana’s mouth found Naro’s, the kiss instinctive, the two women sharing the breath and the heat and the overwhelm.
He entered Helviana.
PAH!
"AAANGH~!!♡"
From behind — her ass presented, her pussy wet and ready, his cock sliding in to the root. He fucked her while she lay on top of Naro, the two women pressed together, Helviana’s tits mashing against Naro’s heavy chest.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"NGH~!! HAAHH~!!♡♡!! MASTER~!!"
Dara crawled between his legs.
Her mouth found his balls — the heavy, swinging, seed-filled sac, her tongue lapping at the skin, taking one ball into her mouth, sucking, the wet sound of devoted service.
He fucked Helviana while Dara sucked his balls while Naro lay beneath them both, crying, her cunt still grinding against the scabbard, her anal still gaping, her body trembling with need.
He pulled out of Helviana.
PAH!
Re-entered Naro — her anal again, the familiar, tight, gripping heat of her.
"AAANNNH~!!♡♡!! IT HURTS~!!♡ MASTER~!! IT HURTS~!!♡♡!!"