Page 134 of Every Shade of Shadow

I’m dizzy with sensation and shadow, the cloying scent and smell of masculinity and earth heavy in the air, flames flickering over my skin as I’m assaulted from both ends.

I concentrate on my breathing as my body prepares to betray me. It won’t be long now before I climax again.

This is what I’ve been reduced to.

A common whore.

Nothing more.

The clone behind me doesn’t last long, coming fast and soon replaced, but the clone in my mouth seems to have unlimited endurance. He runs deep into my throat until I gag and splutter around his length. Rather than dissuade him, it only heightens his excitement, stuffing himself with vigor down my gullet. Only when he is at the very end of me, the seam of his balls pressed against my lips, does he release. I swallow fast, even the taste of his sperm identical to that of the real Darkwood.

He withdraws and is replaced until everything becomes a blur of flesh and sex.

I lose count of the cocks that disappear inside me, each one coming free sloppier and wetter than the last until the puddle around my feet has grown to a sticky pool. I don’t bother counting how many have been satisfied and how many are left. I don’t care. I won’t stop before I’m through all of them. Until they’ve all had a piece of me.

I climax again and again, each time the pleasure stretching out longer and more intense.

The dizziness grows until it’s like a swarm of bees has replaced my brain, everything a mishmash of awareness and debauchery.

It’s only when a clone places his member against my asshole that I sit up. “Wait—”

This is where I draw the line. I can’t have them destroy my ass too.

But the clone presses forward anyhow using seed gathered from below to steadily bury himself.

I groan long and deep as he slides into my backside. He pulls back and thrusts forward again, my buttocks gathered tight in his fingers as he stretches me open from the inside out.

“Please,” I beg, but my words are weak now, lost of all meaning. I say more, but it dribbles out little more than nonsense. The clone’s pubis presses flush against my asshole as he buries himself completely to the hilt.

It continues endlessly as the original Professor watches on, lightly stroking himself in the corner. His fist is lazily moving up and down his shaft, his intense gaze not leaving the scene of my destruction.

I’m taken over and over in the mouth, ass, and cunt, constantly violated and penetrated until even the energy to shift myself is lost and the clones are forced to move me around like a rag doll to their whims.

Another shoots his seed over my beaten breasts.

My head is lifted, yet another cock pressed between my tender lips.

I drift in and out of consciousness.

I’m going to die, I consider. I’m going to be fucked to death.

There’s a sharp clap.

“Enough.”

It’s him.

I’m lifted from the table and placed onto my knees.

The original Darkwood drags a chair before me, the other clones parting. He hauls me up and maneuvers me onto his lap, lowering me onto his rigid length. After god knows how many clones have had their way with me, now he wants a piece of me?

He lifts and slams me down onto his cock. He’s not in the mood for tenderness. His pace is punishing, announcing his desire. He’s too turned on to consider foreplay or care about more than his own selfish satisfaction. He hits that sweet spot deep inside me with every stroke, and free of discomfort, shame and pain, I can actually focus on this and enjoy myself.

I thrash in his grasp, torn between escaping the overwhelming pleasure and chasing yet another release.

Emerald eyes watch me from every angle, the shadows’ excitement building beneath my skin.

“Come for me again, my pet.” His voice is rough, strained, as he loses control.

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