Page 133 of Every Shade of Shadow

This clone leans forward and runs his tongue up my shoulder blade before throwing his arms around my breasts from behind. With him curled up around me, my moans quicken. I release one shaft and shove another cock into my mouth, keeping my eyes shuttered to focus solely on the myriad of sensations surrounding me.

I scream, the sound cut off as another clone guides my mouth onto his cock.

They work me without mercy, using my body for their pleasure. I snarl in a delirium of sensation as light bursts behind my eyelids and a powerful orgasm rips through me. I surrender to the waves sweeping through me, loosening my suction around the cock in my mouth. Need floods my core, milky desire staining my thighs.

The clone fucking my mouth spills down my throat with a rasping moan. I swallow desperately, struggling to breathe through my nose as he softens between my lips.

The clone pounding into me follows soon after, warmth flooding my core as he collapses over my back.

Panting, I collapse onto my forearms, muscles quivering. But my reprieve is short-lived.

More clones come forward, lifting me and carrying me to a table on the far side of the room.

One takes me by the ankles and flips me over. My breasts compress against the tabletop, cheek against the grain. My upper body slides across the table, my ass hanging over the edge.

Another holds my ass cheeks apart, my sex splitting open pink, wide and soaking wet.

Are there more of them? I wonder, even the air growing warmer.

Yet another comes behind me, lowering his cock towards my folds. His balls are heavy as he places himself at my opening. He thrusts forward to fill me easily, my cunt stretching around his fat shaft.

My mouth opens wide as he begins to rock in and out of me, my head sliding across the tabletop as I’m taken from behind. The original Darkwood, I think, watches on—ever the manipulator.

The last clone’s seed makes the passage easy for the next intrusion. My poor sex has been so well stretched it easily accommodates this new Darkwood. The position, however, allows for a different kind of pleasure, the head of this cock rising up against the roof of my sex and eliciting a deeper, more penetrating passion.

The man at my ass pulls my cheeks a little wider, slapping one and then the other until they blossom red-hot under his blows. I roll my head away, unable to take his calculating eyes any longer.

There is a fleeting moment of shame where I see with clarity what is happening here, what it must look like from an outsider’s perspective.

A slut.

A whore.

Cheap.

Fuck.

My body submits. Pleasure streams through me as the first clone bends in half over my back and adds his seed to the mix. More sperm coats my insides, a strong grip on my ass cheeks not allowing my poor flesh to cool down.

He pulls out and another swings in behind me, the rest continuing to beat themselves off around me, eyes hungry and dangerous. This one wastes no time burying his length into my depths. He insults me as he holds my ass, his thumb slowly working its way down into my crack and the hidden pucker there.

Others gather around the table stroking and pulling at their own shafts and urging their fellow man on.

They call me worthless.

They tell me I should die.

I moan, conflicting emotions and feelings powering through me.

It’s not right, being fucked so brutally, taken by so many. Yes, they’re technically the same person, but it’s unnatural. But then, what’s natural about any of this, about this entire place?

The clone lets go, spanking my ass hard as he pulls free to eject his own hot load over my backside and thighs.

The alkaline stench of cum is thick in the air, cooling already over my skin.

I tilt my head and see a long line that has formed behind me, all eager faces and hard cocks wanting nothing more than to fuck me senseless. The thought gives me power, power that a simple girl like me could be so desired. That all of them are desperate to pound me to oblivion and give me their seed. Nevertheless, with that power comes fear of what being taken like this will do to my body. Maybe Damien was right. Maybe this really will be the end of me.

Another clone leaps onto the table and lifts me roughly by the hair, driving his member between my lips. I take it as the next in line runs me through from behind, my sex squelching as he works himself in and out of the hot mess between my thighs.

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