Page 109 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

Like a switch is flipped, Key switches rhythm once more, drilling into me with renewed vigor. Each powerful drive forces a guttural moan from deep within me, vibrating against Atlas’ cock. His relentless pace is both punishing and perfect, each thrust tearing through me like a storm that leaves destruction in its fiery wake.

Atlas holds my head with a gentle firmness that contrasts beautifully with Key, his rhythm steady even as my throat works around him. His murmured words of encouragement area balm amidst the burn, grounding me as I surrender to them completely.

Each thrust from Key swings me forward without mercy, forcing me to swallow Atlas’ demanding length straight to the hilt. I’m stretched to my limits and gasping for air where there is none.

From my peripheral, I see Teddy step forward with something in his hand. Before I can process what I’m seeing, there’s a soft, cool touch to my swaying breast. The sensation, almost metallic.

A sudden jolt of electricity pulses through me from the point of contact, setting every nerve alight with blistering intensity. The sensation is unexpected, a razor-edged contrast to the heat of the bodies surrounding me. A guttural scream tries to claw its way out of me, the sound vibrating around Atlas' length as the electric current dances across my skin like a thousand tiny pinpricks of fire.

My body convulses, caught in a chaotic maelstrom that smashes against my nerve endings with brutal clarity.

The surge of electricity fades slowly, leaving behind a tingling aftershock that pulses through my veins, making each thrust from Key and Atlas more intense, more profound. As if heightening every sensation.

They both groan in unison as every one of my muscles tenses around them, and I wonder just for a moment if Atlas registers the danger of electricity while my jaw is locked around his length. But the danger only seems to excite him further. His grip tightens in my hair, his hips barely faltering as he continues his steady rhythm. He only allows me brief gasps for air at the peak of every thrust, teasing me with just enough oxygen to stay conscious.

Teddy steps closer still, his hand trailing down to my breast which is still tingling from the electric assault. His fingerstease with practiced precision until a second later when another metallic touch sends a second wave of electricity coursing through me.

I scream again, the sound muffled around Atlas as my body jerks uncontrollably. The pleasure is excruciatingly intense, pushing me to the brink of madness yet again. Teddy’s presence at my side is both menacing and comforting, a silent promise to deliver more.

Key increases his pace, each plunge more brutal than the last, as if feeding off the electric firestorm Teddy ignited. Atlas even ups his own pace as I struggle to maintain a grip on consciousness. The room starts to close in around me as he cuts off oxygen completely.

Teddy's toy finds its mark again, another jolt of electricity ripping through me, setting every synapse ablaze. My vision blurs with tears as my body thrashes under their combined assault–a perfect harmony of pleasure and pain that leaves me writhing.

With every snap of Key’s hips, every swallow of Atlas’ length down my throat, and every zap of toying electricity from Teddy’s device; I am reminded that there is no escape.

And I wouldn’t ever want to try.

The zap to my clit is both unexpected and entirely welcome. The world narrows to this singular point of electrifying fervor, and I am shoved straight to oblivion. The pleasure morphing into something almost transcendent as darkness encroaches on my mind.

I surrender to the consuming void, an ecstatic blackness that wraps my senses in its sensual embrace. My body quakes between them, twitching, writhing, pulsing.

Key's final, savage thrusts resound like thunderclaps, his grip tightening as he follows me over the edge, his seed coating every inch of my channel as he lets out a savage groan. Atlas’rhythm falters before stilling, shooting wave after wave of his own release down my throat, forcing me to swallow as if my life depends on it.

I’m barely even cognizant as they both withdraw from me, my binds pulled and released until I slump into a hard chest. Soft hands glide over every inch of my skin as my body trembles. My muscles somehow completely limp, yet wound tight as aftershocks continue to course through my nerves and refuse to ease.

Someone grips my hair, pulling my head up until my blurry sight lands on Teddy’s face, his eyes dark with pride and affection. He shifts beneath me, his hands tracing patterns over my skin as if memorizing every curve and hollow. His voice, low and rough-edged, murmurs praises that ripple through me like small jolts of electricity, sparking remnants of my consciousness back to life.

His touch is gentle as his cock slides into me slowly, filling me with a deliberate precision that contrasts starkly against the frenetic chaos from moments before. Each inch of him presses into me with a calculated patience, as if savoring the moment, stretching it into infinity. The sharp edges of my previous obliteration start to soften, replaced by a warm glow that begins to spread from where our bodies connect.

Teddy's hand cradles my jaw, forcing my gaze to lock with his as he moves within me, his fingers splayed across my pulse. His eyes hold mine captive, a mix of fierce intensity and tender devotion. The change in rhythm feels almost like a lullaby, coaxing my battered senses into a gentle acceptance, and urging my body to relax and absorb each stroke fully.

Two other sets of hands continue to worship me as my gaze stays locked on Teddy’s face. Atlas and Key work in tandem to soothe the aches and pains, celebrating my submission. Their touches are a balm against my skin, grounding me as Teddyclaims me with each measured thrust. Together, they guide me through the waves of rekindled desire.

The contrast is stark, a serene calm after the storm that had raged through me mere moments ago.

Teddy's hips move with an unhurried grace, each thrust building upon the last, spiraling upward toward an inevitable crescendo. His eyes never leave mine, a silent conversation passing between us with every shared breath and broken moan. There's something reverent in his gaze, a promise unspoken but deeply felt, before his lips claim mine.

The kiss feels like a blend of fire and calm, pulling us into a space where time doesn’t seem to matter. Everything else fades away, leaving only the steady beat of our shared moments. Teddy’s lips are firm but gentle, and they draw out an ache inside me.

His thrusts are steady and unhurried, each one drawing me deeper into this quiet intensity we've created. I can still feel traces of our earlier passion, but they're muted now, softened by the weight of Teddy's presence and the grounding touch of Key and Atlas.

As his rhythm slows to an agonizingly sweet pace, I'm acutely aware of every inch of his skin against mine. The sensation is profound–an exploration rather than an assault–and a discovery of all that we are together. With each deliberate movement, Teddy charts out the path between us, mapping the territory that has become uniquely ours.

He swallows my whimpers, my breaths, as we rise towards the precipice together.

Each thrust from Teddy is a promise of safety, belonging, and desire, that transcends flesh and bone. My body responds eagerly, instinctively matching his rhythm as my mind floats on the edge of consciousness, tethered only by the relentless intensity of his tongue dancing with mine.

I sense his unraveling just as I feel my own edges begin to blur, and he breaks the kiss to claim my gaze with his own. His hands grip my hips with reverence, guiding me through the final arching strokes that send us both spiraling into euphoria.

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