Vivian #2
He pumped in and out repeatedly, slowly picking up speed.
I kicked my feet against his hold, but his grip was iron.
My hands scrambled for purchase of something and found his other cock to hold onto for dear life.
I gripped it tight with interlocking fingers, and it stroked within my fists while he fucked me.
Precum leaked onto my stomach. I couldn’t look away, knowing my view was exactly what he was doing to my insides.
My core was tightening what little it still could as my orgasm started to build.
The additional tightness only made the sensation that much more overwhelming.
One of his hands palmed my breast, a grooved thumb stroking over my nipple.
His eyes were clenched closed in bliss, his brows furrowed between his horns, his lips parted and panting. Truly feral.
I gifted him my loudest scream yet as my orgasm crashed through me, my pussy pulsing around his inhuman girth. He held still and groaned, relishing the sensation of his cock being squeezed while I came in fluttering waves.
“Should I make this more intense?” His eyes opened to watch my face as I came, the back of his hand stroking my cheek.
“More intense?” Literally how?
He slipped out of me, his cock shiny from my cum. I stared in appreciation until he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder like I was a damn sack of potatoes. The alcove grew distant as he walked us to… the edge of the field?
Wheat tickled my nose as it brushed past his waist. “What are you doing?!” I asked.
“Not getting you pregnant,” he replied, laying me on the outside of the border.
“It may not be a good time to discuss making younglings together.” He was towering over me as I propped myself up, my elbows pressing into clover.
“But I fully intend to breed my female properly. Now roll onto your stomach.”
I did as he said, shifting to my belly. He wrapped an arm below my hips and lifted them. As much as I enjoyed watching him while on my back, the idea of him stroking deeper in this position made my pussy pulse. He had suggested making this more intense. This made sense.
His warm palm rested on my lower back. I had a moment to catch my breath, then felt the slippery tip of a cock press against the ring of my ass, the other nestled within the lips of my pussy.
“Wait, Theo—” I panicked. I’d never done anything with… that.
He reached under me and pet my clit, and my body relaxed in response as his tip pressed against my tight hole. He was still so slippery from when I came on him, I worried if I wasn’t careful, he’d slide right in. My stomach fluttered.
“Every part of you is mine, Little Goddess. But if you aren’t ready to be entirely defiled, you need only say.”
Why did that make it sound more appealing?
This was wrong—very wrong—but the blasphemy was so tempting as he probed me.
Another outlet to purge my anxiety and pain.
My heart was racing again, and I wanted to give it something safe to overcome.
His other cock poised between my lips was tempting me to lean back and be filled.
Would it be so bad to be twice as filled?
I looked over my shoulder at him, seeing his length disappearing between my cheeks. The view was dangerously seductive. His leg extended behind him, his strange new joint poised for pushing forward—into me. His expression was cold, hungry as he waited for an answer. Black eyes still unblinking.
“Break me, Theo,” my voice shook.
One arm stayed hooked under my hips, holding me against his lap. Another hooked around my chest, pulled me up, and pressed my shoulders against his ribs. I felt him grip both of my ass cheeks, thumbs pressing into their fullness, and spread them.
“You’re in charge of how fast you take this at first,” he rumbled. “Sit back and show me how brave you are.”
I let my thighs start to relax, lowering me within the support of his embrace.
There was a sharp pain as his head slid inside, and I froze.
The panicked clench only intensified the sting, so I forced myself to exhale deeply.
I was nervous, but teased by having only the tip of his other cock inside my pussy. I wanted more.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he groaned over me. “You’re doing so well, darling. Sink deeper for me.”
I forced myself to relax and continued sliding into his lap. Everything stretched as both holes accommodated his girth. So. Full. My ass felt like surely it’d accepted the entire intrusion already, but I knew from my pussy I wasn’t even halfway there.
He growled out a raspy moan. “You look so lovely spread around me like this. So pretty. Being so strong for me.”
I whimpered and lowered further, my eyes tearing up as I reached the halfway mark.
Knowing the best way to alleviate that intense stretch at this point was to sink the rest of the way, I whined and fully relaxed onto his lap. Shuddering. Catharsis washed over me. My face was wet with relief, the invisible dam of trauma finally breaking. Finally, I could cry.
Despite the discomfort, I nearly fucking came immediately from the overwhelming, delightful wrongness of how it felt to be full of two cocks. I tightened around him, building towards an orgasm without any movement.