Page 33 of Tentacles and Teeth

The orgasm didn’t stop. My channel spasmed, trying to adjust to the massive cock relentlessly invading it. Every drag of Fenn’s flesh sent waves of rapture breaking over me until I was drowning, choking, desperately straining against Sid’s hold as I fought for more. I wanted to be smothered in this ecstasy forever.

I took a shuddering, moaning breath, blinking my eyes open. They were wet. Everything was wet. I was covered in sweat, the cool night breeze making me shiver. Everything from the waist down was a mess of my own fluids, and Sid’s soft lips were kissing away the tear tracks staining my cheeks.

I was completely full. It didn’t hurt so much anymore, only ached with a dull, heavy throb that was a bass note to my pleasure. And oh, fuck, the pleasure. Every nerve in my body was singing with it. Reaching down, I felt around where Fenn and I were joined and found myself stretched paper thin. His knot was pressed firmly against my opening, the only part of him not lodged in my hungry cunt.

Pride unfurled in me, and I gave her a congratulatory pat on the clit. I had my doubts, but fuck if we didn’t take it all.

Sid’s and Fenn’s hands were tracing over my body. They caressed my curves and hollows lovingly, soothingly. I looked down at Fenn, confused. He hadn’t come yet. He was still rock hard inside me, his knot swollen and angry. And Sid, I’d barely gotten to touch Sid. We couldn’t be done, could we?

“My turn,” Sid said with a wicked purr in my ear. I heard a soft click, then cool wetness trickled over my ass.

Thank all the gods for prepared women.

“You have lube?” Fenn asked, his raspy voice incredulous.

“Pockets are just one of the many benefits of pants,” Sid responded wryly.

Fenn snorted, but I paid no more attention to their banter because Sid’s fingers were tracing slippery circles around my asshole. As sensitized as I was, it was enough to steal my breath.

I arched, encouraging her, then gave a long gasping groan as the movement rocked me on Fenn’s cock.

He cursed, his hands clamping around my waist as he undulated his hips. Not thrusting so much as...stirring? He filled me so completely that each minute movement swamped me with pleasure, the rise endless and inexorable.

Then Sid was kissing my neck, sharp teeth grazing the skin as she slipped a slim finger ever so slowly into my ass. “Gods, baby, every part of you feels so fucking good,” she moaned. Pulsing her finger within me in smooth, slow strokes, she rested her forehead against my shoulder as words of worship fell from her mouth in a constant stream.

She was watching. Watching me take them both. I shivered; delighted, scandalized, and so turned on I was going to combust.

A second finger joined the first, the stretch making my already overloaded nerves incandescent. A third, and I floated in a place where pain was indistinguishable from pleasure, every new sensation adding to the conflagration burning through me until I shone as brightly as the sun. It was more intense than any orgasm I’d ever had, and my sex life prior to tonight had been nowhere near unsatisfying.

I whined as the beautiful fingers filling my ass were withdrawn. Even stretched around Fenn’s maddeningly pulsing cock, I felt suddenly empty. Cold wetness was a shock as it dripped into my burning hole, but Sid murmured, soothing me. Then the silky warmth of a tentacle was pushing in, replacing her fingers, and making me babble with incoherent joy.

“Fuck, I can feel you, oh fuck, that’s—” Fenn bit the words off, a snarl ripping out of his throat. He lifted me by the waist, muscles bunching beneath his fur as he hammered up into me with brutal strokes.

The breath whooshed out of me. Between his cock and his hands, I couldn’t draw in another, but it didn’t seem important as I shook between them.

Tentacles coiled around me, wrapping me in an effortless, inescapable grip. Sid’s hands slapped at Fenn’s, and his hold moved to my breasts. He filled his hands with them, claws pricking as he continued to pound into me from below.

I was losing my mind. I couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel. Blurrily, I realized I could breathe again, because I was moaning, sobbing as I rode the razor edge of an orgasm I wasn’t sure I’d come back from.

The tentacle in my ass pushed deep as Sid’s body slammed into my back, her breath hot on my neck. She gripped my hips, grinding against me.

“Such a good girl, taking everything we give you.” She pulled her hips back and the tentacle moved with her, pushing deep again with the sweaty smack of flesh on flesh.

Oh, gods, she was using it as a strap. My brain fritzed, and I was only sensation.

Fenn slammed deep. My inner walls cried out as he pulled back, only to sob with joy as he was replaced by Sid’s length in my ass. I shook between them, spread and stretched obscenely. Wet, slapping, slurping noises filled the air, accompanied by grunts and a high, wailing sound that had to be coming from my throat.

The orgasm, when it came over me, hit me like being hooked up to a city-sized power stone. My arms snapped up, hands crushing Fenn’s against my breasts, and my lungs seized in my chest. I hung frozen for a second, every muscle in my body tensed, then I broke.

I screamed, spit and hair flying as my whole being exploded. I bucked against the hands clamping me in place, wanting more, faster, harder, everything.

I was vaguely aware of curses being ground out, but they only sounded like worship.

Sid’s hand closed over my jaw, her fingers pressing into my cheeks.

“Open.” Her voice was a snarl, and then a tentacle was sliding over my tongue, making me choke and slobber as it drove deep.

My head spun, delirious with ecstasy. Spots danced in my vision as I desperately sucked air through my nose, only to have it pounded out of me with every hammering slam of Fenn’s massive cock and Sid’s twisting tentacles.

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