12. The Unfair Act #2
"Let me go." I say with a half-sob half-swallow, after the offending tentacle withdraws from my mouth.
Azael rubs at my swollen lips back and forth with his thumb, whispering, "Shh, sweetheart," then suddenly jams three of his fingers into my core, and starts pumping them wildly.
A shocked cry spills from my lips at the sudden invasion, breath stuttering in my lungs.
Before I can protest, I'm smothered by one of Rinn's tentacles again, pumping into my throat once more. I beseech Azael with desperate eyes, but squeeze them shut, as another tentacle latches onto my clit.
Baz's rough ministrations had stalled, and I hadn't even realized.
Archie's cum slowly warms my belly with energy and I try to dull the pain in my back using the fresh essence. Unfortunately, I’m held too tightly by the tentacles.
Unable to escape. And the constant plundering from multiple fronts leaves me muddled.
Rinn's tentacle burrows under my tiny hood and envelops the little bud underneath completely. It suckles with rhythmic sharp pulls as Azael thrusts his long fingers into my pussy. It's a really tight fit, and he didn't care to prepare me enough.
He scrapes his fingertips against a soft spot within, every time he retreats. The tentacle deep-throating me is relentless, releasing a constant stream of smoky essence, giving me no choice but to swallow.
Archie is still locked in my ass, the feeling of fullness uncomfortable.
When it feels like I'm hanging on by a thread, Rinn's slender tentacle tugs my clit savagely one last time, making me shatter.
My toes curl, and I begin squirting, the arousal gushing out of me.
My body shudders uncontrollably from the climax.
I try to catch my breath—as the deep-throating tentacle withdraws—thinking they've had enough, but none of my husbands give me a respite.
In fact, a few of them chuckle without humour.
"Mmm...love the way you gushed from your sweet little cunt, Azizam. Looks like we can still please you, hmm?" Azael licks his fingers coated with my release, pupils blown wide.
I feel the collective desire swirling in the air but for some reason, it doesn’t arrow back to me like usual, leaving me bewildered.
Alistair takes out his cock from his breeches and stands between my legs. He fists his long cock with unhurried strokes. I try snapping my legs shut but Rinn’s tentacles wrench them apart wider.
“Uh-uh. You’ll take what we give you.” He mocks.
A crazed look enters Alistair’s normally gentle eyes, then he slams into me in a single thrust.
My body bows as he sets up a punishing rhythm.
My sweet fae, for the first time, makes me feel used, and not in a good way.
His low grunts match his thrusts. Fingers biting into my thighs.
I try to move my head, since Rinn's tentacle's no longer in my mouth.
But Azael wraps his palm around my throat, tightening his fingers.
Alistair moans as I gasp for air, "Her pussy is strangling my cock. Choke her more."
Azael obliges, his fiendish gaze roaming over my face, making spots dance around my vision.
Archie is grinding his werewolf cock in my ass, licking the back of my neck in long swipes. He's never knotted my ass in werewolf form, and his grinding motions send a constant zing of pain up my spine.
Baz suckles my nipple that Zien bit into while roughly squeezing my other breast. The puffy nipple is sore but at least it's stopped bleeding, my succubus healing has kicked in, finally.
"So beautiful," Alistair groans long and low as he comes inside me after what feels like ten thousand thrusts, and pinches my clit roughly, twisting it. The sharp bite of pain makes me draw in a sharp breath and Azael squeezes my throat tighter, an unhinged look in his dark eyes.
Psycho!
Still suspended by those treacherous tentacles and partially lying on Archie, I feel a rush of energy flowing through me as Alistair's physical essence nourishes my magic sufficiently. I had expended the energy from Archie's release in repairing my ruined ass.
My magic starts gathering below my skin and with it my confidence restores.
Rinn's release from his tentacles was diluted unlike the one I’d have received from his actual cock, so I didn't feel this rush.
But Alistair's essence is potent. I reach for my magic and fling Alistair away with a wave of my power, gloating at his stunned expression.
But before I can throw off the others, Baz slips something cold and thin around my waist.
Fuck!
He managed to put the 'Chain of Chastity' on me! “What the fuck?” I glower at him, feeling betrayed but he smirks, proud of himself.
Not only does it mute my succubae allure, but it also binds my inherent magic. I hate wearing it.
Why the fuck didn’t I get rid of this cursed gift from Jadeth?
"Uh-uh, Love. We know how your mind works." Zien admonishes like I'm a child caught doing mischief as he plucks my unbitten nipple sharply.
“Once I get free, I'll rip off your fangs, Zien!” I shriek, twisting my torso away but he grabs my entire breast, squeezing hard.
I wince as Archie starts rutting again. Alistair slowly gets up from the floor, where he lay sprawled, and watches his spend trickle out of my slit with a single minded focus.
The magic-dampening chain impairs me, rendering me powerless. As if I’ve lost one of my senses.
Azael is sitting by my head alternatively stroking my hair and throat, Archie's lupine face is pressed against my neck.
Rinn's tentacle latches onto my nipple as Baz takes Alistair's place.
The iridescent scales on his temples and cheek shimmer prominently under the silvery-pink moonlight.
Twin ivory horns jutting from his temples seem longer, curving backwards.
His silver hair is longer too as he tilts his head to one side, watching my come-laced core with unmatched hunger.
I gulp as he whips out his twin schlongs that appear to have grown in size. As usual my struggles against the tentacles are futile.
I fucking loathe this Veilmoon!
"Take off the chain, Baz." My voice sounds hoarse after being choked.
"We can all talk about this rationally. You've had your fun.
The Veilmoon is impairing your thoughts.
And can you fucking stop rutting for just a moment, Archie?
My ass can only withstand so much!" I snap. Of course he doesn’t stop or slow down, making tears of frustration well in my eyes.
"But I wish to fuck, Starling, don't you?" Baz asks in a voice like crushed-silk. "Isn't that why you started early without us? Letting stray mortals pleasure you, not accounting for taste. Betraying our marriage."
"For the hundredth time, I did not take any pleasure from him! It was a timing issue, I was distracted for a moment. I didn't know he was going to act like a deceitful pig!" I shout in frustration.
"You should've known better. Meeting him alone." Azael says gravely.
"We're very possessive of you, Aleiraah. You should know by now." Alistair adds unhelpfully.
"You need to learn who this luscious body belongs to, Love." Zien finishes.
"I don't think we are punishing her enough if she has the energy to argue still." The cad that's Rinn, remarks.
“I’ll fucking chop off your bazillion tentacles, you fucker!” I threaten and he laughs, tightening his grip around my limbs.
Azael relentlessly toys with my nipples, pinching them mercilessly.
Archie's knot is fully locked within my ass, again. I can feel his hot spend within my belly but I can barely move as Baz starts pushing his cocks into my pussy.
"Wait! No--" Despite Alistair's frantic fucking and Azael's ruthless fingering from earlier, the stretch to my wet core is insane. I scream and Azael captures my mouth in a punishing kiss, tilting my face, holding it immobile in his hand.
I bite his tongue and he bites back making me whimper in pain. He doesn't let me take a breath as Baz shoves inside me fully. I feel lightheaded, like I am fracturing from within. A sob rises in my throat and Azael swallows it. It feels as if he's swallowed my soul.
Baz grips my thighs tightly, spreading them wider and drives into me with deep, powerful thrusts, each movement deliberate and unrelenting.
He grunts animalistically and time unravels around me. I'm lost in the tidal pull of overwhelming sensations. Having two oversized cocks stuffed in my pussy is excruciating without loosening me up sufficiently.
Someone is moaning but I don't know if it's me or Baz. Baz usually stuffs his cocks in my pussy and ass at the same time. But having his twin cocks barreling into my core is rare.
Just when I think I can't endure a second of this more, Baz's guttural roar echoes in the room as he comes.
But strangely, I feel drained. I slip into blissful darkness as it all becomes too much.
I don't know how much time has passed since I fainted—Fuck! That's humiliating! Succubus:0, Husbands:1—and I ache EVERYWHERE. But underneath all the physical ache, my heart is what hurts the most.
The chain is still tied around my waist and it hinders me from absorbing the energy from their physical release.
I'm lying like a starfish on soft muslin sheets, limbs tied to four bedposts. My husbands stand around the bed, observing silently.
A sense of foreboding and helplessness overwhelms my thoughts.
"Why the fuck am I tied to the bedposts?" I croak, alarmed. There's no give to ropes and they seem enchanted. My throat aches, I feel thirsty and strangely lethargic.
Why are they taking it this far? I've never seen them act so cruelly. We’ve toyed with enchanted ropes before, yes, but never with me strapped down, powerless.
Covered in the perverts' releases, I feel trepidation, my instincts screaming at me, so I try a different tact. "I'll apologize to you all, okay? Just untie me first, please. I'll be more careful in the future, I promise. This is really uncomfortable and you all are being cruel!"