Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse

Chapter 301: Don’t touch me unless I say

"More," Felicity whimpered, her voice wrecked, her body trembling like a leaf. Her cunt was stuffed, her ass was being split open, but the ache... the need... it wasn’t sated. Her eyes locked onto Damien’s twin pricks, each one a thick, demanding promise. "Damien... please..."

The snake-man hissed, a sound of pure predatory delight. He coiled his lower body, positioning himself between her splayed legs, just below Victor’s softening cock still buried in her cunt. One thick, scaled cock nudged against her swollen clit, the other pressed insistently against her already-stretched entrance, right beside Victor’s shaft. "Which greedy hole wants my cock first, my Queen?" Damien taunted, his forked tongue flicking against her inner thigh. "Your dripping cunt... or this tight little clit I’m gonna fuck?" He ground the head of his lower cock against her clit, making her jerk violently. "Or maybe..." His eyes gleamed. "...both?"

"b-b-b-oth, you guys always get horny when I take another husband.."

Damien’s laugh was dark silk against her skin. "Greedy little mate."

He pushed in.

Both cocks.

The sensation was catastrophic, one thick shaft sliding into her cunt alongside Victor’s, stretching her impossibly wide, while the other drove against her clit with bruising pressure, grinding and rolling rather than penetrating, mimicking the motion of fucking without actually breaching. Her back arched off the nest of pillows beneath her, the soft fabric of her oversized sweater bunching around her ribs. The pillow fort enclosed them in a cocoon of warmth and safety, the fabric walls muffling the wet, obscene sounds of three bodies moving together.

Felicity’s vision whited out. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase against Damien’s scaled hips, nails catching on the smooth ridges of his skin. Every nerve ending in her body screamed, not in pain, but in a pleasure so acute it bordered on agony.

"Fuck-k-k Felicity" Victor’s voice came from somewhere above her, strained and raw. She felt him shift inside her, his cock hardening again as Damien’s second shaft squeezed it against her inner walls. His red eyes burned down at her, pupils blown wide with possessive hunger. "You’re taking us both so well, my love. So fucking tight."

Damien’s forked tongue traced the curve of her breast through the thin sweater. "Mine," he hissed, the word vibrating against her nipple. "You’re mine. All of you."

The possessive claim should have made her bristle. Instead, it sent a fresh flood of heat between her thighs. Her pregnancy hormones were a cruel master, every touch too much and not enough, every possessive growl making her clench around the two cocks filling her.

Then she felt another presence at the edge of the pillow fort. The fabric wall shifted, and Lucan’s massive frame filled the opening, his golden eyes molten with need. Behind him, Ivan’s broad shoulders blocked what little light filtered through the blankets. And beyond them, she could hear Voss’s measured breathing, could almost feel Ash’s silent attention from somewhere in the shadows.

All of them. Waiting.

The realisation hit her like ice water. They were watching. All of them. Watching her get split open, watching her beg, watching her fall apart.

And something shifted inside her.

Not embarrassment, she’d long since burned through that particular emotion with these men. No, this was something sharper. Something that tasted like power.

"Stop."

The word left her mouth before she fully understood why. But the moment it did, her body went rigid with conviction.

Damien froze mid-thrust. Victor’s hips stuttered to a halt. Even the air in the pillow fort seemed to be still.

"Felicity?" Victor’s voice was careful, controlled, the tone he used when he was trying very hard not to snap.

She placed both palms flat against Damien’s chest and pushed. Not hard, she couldn’t have moved him if she’d tried, but the intent was unmistakable. "I said stop. Both of you. Pull out."

For one heartbeat, she thought they wouldn’t listen. Damien’s cocks twitched inside her, and Victor’s jaw clenched so hard she heard his teeth grind. But then, slowly, agonisingly—they withdrew. The loss of fullness made her whimper, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate and empty.

She sat up, her legs trembling, and pushed her tangled blonde hair from her face. the soft swell of her breast and the faint rounding of her belly. She looked at each of them, Victor’s red eyes blazing with barely restrained need, Damien’s serpentine gaze unreadable and dangerous.

"All of you," she said, and her voice didn’t shake. "Line up. Outside the fort. Sit against the wall and watch."

Victor’s eyebrows shot up. "Felicity..?"

"Watch," she repeated, and something in her tone, some new steel forged in the heat of her pregnancy and her need and her absolute refusal to be nothing but a passive vessel, made his mouth snap shut. He exchanged a look with Damien, something unspoken passing between them.

Then, to her astonishment, they obeyed.

They crawled out of the pillow fort one by one, Victor first, then Damien, his twin cocks still glistening with her slick pussy. Lucan followed, then Ivan, then Voss last, settling against the far wall with his usual silence, his pale eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

Six massive, dangerous men. Sitting in a row against the wall of their bedroom, their cocks hard and straining, their eyes burning holes through her.

Felicity took a shaky breath. Then she crawled out of the pillow fort on her hands and knees. She stopped in front of Victor.

"Hands behind your back," she told him. "Don’t touch me unless I say."

His nostrils flared. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, but then, slowly, he laced his fingers behind his head. The position pulled his muscles taut, his massive chest expanding with each controlled breath. "You’re playing with fire, little mate."

"I know." She straddled him, her knees sinking into the pillows on either side of his hips. His cock stood rigid between them, thick and veined and flushed dark with blood. She positioned herself above it, her swollen folds brushing against the head, and felt him shudder beneath her, my turn now.