Chapter Eleven
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Francesca
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I'm delirious. Feverish. Embarrassed that I can't control my own body. My stomach is so full that I look as if I'm pregnant.
And yet all I want to do is come.
"Please," I beg Fenric. I need to come. Even with the smallest, shakiest breaths, a little liquid seeps out of me, and I don't think I can control it any longer.
My ignominy is unmatched. But all I can hear is "good girl" over and over again.
Behind me, Fenric throws his head back and growls as he pumps another stream of cum into me. With lightning speed, he withdraws from my ass and places me back on my knees.
Oh god. I'm frantic now. Having his shaft inside me helped me maintain control. Without it...
A flood of clear liquid pours out of me like the rapids of a river. I soak the bench and the floor. I'm flushed with embarrassment, but all my thoughts come to an end when Damien scoops me up from the bench, places me on the bed, and guides his cock into my pussy.
I brace myself for pain, but instead, I feel nothing but an earth-shattering fullness.
"Fuck," he says urgently. "How easily I glide into your sweet cunt. But how tightly you hold me, sweet one."
He flips us over so that I'm straddling him, and then I feel Caleb behind me, the head of his shaft at the entrance of my pussy.
I bite my lip so hard I draw blood, causing Damien to roar softly at me before he licks my wound.
I shut my eyes tightly as Damien pulls out a little from my pussy so Caleb can line his cock up alongside his.
Heaving breaths leave my mouth; my hands are clenched so tightly I may be cutting off my blood supply.
Caleb and Damien slide into me. I'm so wet and open that they sink into me easily, but the fullness is mind-blowing.
As if they're on a timer, Fenric also moves behind me. He penetrates my bottom hole with ease, as if my body remembers him and welcomes him in.
I can't believe I don't feel any pain. I have three orc cocks inside me and no discomfort. How is this possible?
"Francesca," Damien says, brushing my hair back, his expression serious. "Just breathe, all right?"
I frown at him. Why does he look so worried? I'm good. I like this. I like having them inside me like this.
"The stretch is only temporary. Your body will return to normal, and when it does, you will feel the full force of us, but this way, we can control you from the inside."
I shake my head. They're wrong.
Until they aren't. My body does snap into place. And still, I can't quite comprehend what's happening. Then I do.
Oh. My. God.
I spiral out of control. The room tilts as my vision goes in and out. I feel as if I'm being torn apart, the fullness tormenting me and making me cry for them to release me.
Tears drip from my eyes. I can't move, let alone breathe. I will pass out.
"Look at me," Damien commands, and I pour all my attention on him. But I don't only see him. I see Fenric and Caleb as well.
"Thank you," Damien says.
He's thanking me? I'm literally dying, and he's thanking me?
Then I realize why they make me feel so angry. Because they make me need them. And I don't need anyone, least of all three orcs from another dimension. But I do.
With his hand at my nape, he lowers me to him for a kiss. And I kiss him with all my heart, might, and soul. But I'm not only kissing him; I'm kissing Fenric and Caleb too. In my mind, I'm kissing all three until I force my body to be malleable for them again.
I kiss them until my pussy flutters to life, and I feel their cocks inside me—Damien's and Caleb's in my pussy, and through the thin sheath, Fenric's in my bottom hole. It's the most extraordinary sensation I will ever feel.
I begin to move. The pain morphs into power. Then bliss. Now I'm taking my pleasure from them freely, rubbing against them until I feel an orgasm surge in the depths of my womb. They feel it too, and it unleashes them.
I hand over control to them, and I don't look back. They take me with care at first, then like they own me. I'll feel their handprints on my body for days to come as they hold me so tightly that I could never slip away if I tried.
And finally, when they pour their cum into me, a triumphant thrill radiates through my entire body. They fill me to the brim, and it feels like I'm absorbing their seed right into my veins.
What... What's going on?
With every surge of their cum enveloping me, my breasts seem to grow larger. I don't understand...
But then they release me, and I'm placed on my back as they eagerly latch onto my breasts, sucking and filling their mouths before they swallow... Is there milk coming from my breasts?
They drink the milk that pours out of me like a stream, holding me so tightly, sucking so deeply that I don't know where I end and they begin.
My body starts to quiver all over again. I thrash from side to side as their sucking on my nipples ignites a burning need in my pussy for relief.
My back arches as they reach between my thighs and take turns stroking my clit, pushing me to climax as they take their fill.
When they've emptied my breasts, they release me and stand at the foot of the bed. The most astonishing transformation begins right before my eyes.
Tusks grow from their canines and slip over their teeth. Their tusks. I helped them regain their tusks. Joy like I've never felt before erupts from within me. I helped them do that.
If they looked fierce before, there's no doubt now who they are. A thrill of delicious fear runs through me, and it's something I could become addicted to.
When they take me next, it's slow, torturously slow, teasing me with bite marks from their tusks and keeping their cocks inside me until I beg them for their seed again.
By the time we fall asleep, after bathing me and feeding me bread, a sliver of the sun rises into the sky.
I should be getting to the portal now.