Page 34 of Tentacles and Teeth

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Look at me while I fill you up, li’l bit.” Fenn sounded demonic. I struggled to focus, tilting my head enough to blink blearily at him.

He bared his teeth, tightening his grip on my breasts as he snapped his hips up. There was a blinding instant of shocking agony, swiftly forgotten under the tsunami of rapture that crashed down on me, sweeping me under.

Through the spots dancing behind my eyes, I could see Fenn’s sharp, flashing teeth as he roared. His cock pulsed, the knot growing even larger as my body spasmed around its intrusion. I was vibrating, burning up, every clench spiking my ecstasy higher.

A rush of wet heat bathed my abused core as his roar rose to a howl, and I whimpered. Emotions swirled, almost unnoticed beneath the crashing waves of pleasure.

Sid had stilled behind me, the steady pressure of her tentacle in my ass a shuddering counterpoint to the violent pounding of Fenn’s knotted cock in my pussy.

When he fell back, chest billowing, she purred and pressed against me. Our bodies were slippery with sweat, the cool kiss of her skin a welcome shock to my overheated body.

“Not done yet, sweet girl,” she purred into my ear, urging me to lay flat on Fenn’s wide, furry form.

His hands rose, threading through my damp hair, holding me still as I squirmed.

This position smashed my clit between his rock-solid groin and the knot still stretching me wide, temporarily eclipsing my vision in a burst of white-hot sensation. I was still panting for breath when Sid began to move in my ass.

She rolled into me, rubbing her tentacle in an endless slide against my sensitive passage. Every stroke jostled my full pussy and slid my clit over the hard velvety base of Fenn’s shaft.

My orgasm was an ocean and I fell into it, the pleasure closing over me and taking me drowning deep.

Sid’s hands coasted over my back and hips, reverent. Then she gripped my ass cheeks, fingers digging in, before delivering a rapid flurry of open-handed blows. I shouted, bucking, but her tentacles only coiled tighter as she laid over me and plowed into me with hard, grinding thrusts, pressing deep with her full weight at the peak of each stroke.

After that, it was only flashes.

Throbbing, bucking, unbelievable ecstasy.

Sid moaning behind me, shuddering as she joined me in bliss.

Damp fur tickling my breasts as I twisted, delirious, Fenn’s knot grinding my clit to dust.

The pull at my scalp as Fenn gripped my hair, and the raspy sound of Sid’s voice in my ear commanding me to comeagain.

A rushing vortex of pleasure battering me until one by one, my senses flickered and went dark.

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“I’m sticky.”

Fenn snorted out a laugh, adjusting his hold as he carried me through the dark woods. “Yeah, li’l bit, that you are.”

He was in human form again. I kind of missed his big furry self, but even with magical healing, it would be a while before I attempted to fuck him that way again. My pussy twinged, as if in agreement. Or complaint. It was hard to tell. She and I were both pretty punch drunk still. “I want a shower.”

“I know. Sid’s getting everything all ready.” He nuzzled my head, the smile clear in his voice.

Oh. Right. I knew that. We’d had this same conversation when I’d come to after screaming myself into unconsciousness. Sid had kissed me and disappeared. Literally disappeared. She melted into the shadows and poof! I shook my head, trying to clear the fuck fog.

The sound of running water greeted us as we stepped into the house, making me smile. Sid, waiting for us next to the shower, looking like a walking wet dream, made my libido—which should be dead to the world—twitch with interest.

I caught sight of my reflection as Fenn set me on my feet and whistled. Twisting, I took stock of the damages. Scratches and cuts were generously scattered over my breasts and hips. Long red welts rose along my spine. My ass was tender and pink, the clear imprint of Fenn’s wolf teeth a shining reminder of my lovers’ hunger. Bands circled my thighs and arms where Sid’s tentacles had held me still as the two of them wrung every drop of pleasure from my body. On top of all that, I was liberally smeared with blood, cum, and dried sweat. Thankfully, my pre-date cleanout had been successful, so nothing less pleasant had been added to the mix.

“We made a mess of you.” Fenn’s self-satisfied tone lacked any trace of apology.

“Let us clean you up,” Sid interjected, shooting him a glare. “And I can heal you, if you want.” Her eyes flickered, tracing over the marks she’d left on my skin.

“Clean, definitely.” My battered flesh twinged as I stepped to her, weaving our fingers together and kissing her knuckles. “And maybe atouchof healing. But I earned these,” I traced my free hand down my body, lingering on the indented marks on my thighs, “and I intend to wear them with pride.”

I was rewarded by her glowing smile as she led me into the steamy shower, and I turned to crook a finger at Fenn. The tiled space was plenty big enough for three.

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