Page 74 of King of Clubs

Callister groaned, his fists tightening in her hair.

"That's it," he rasped. "Take it deeper, you little slut."

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, ignoring my revulsion. Callister's cock swelled to an enormous size, pulsing hot and hard, but I didn't stop. I wasn't going to stop until he was helpless and vulnerable and coming all over me.

I would fuckingownhis orgasm.

I’d fuck him so good that he wouldn’t even think about fucking anyone else.

Callister rammed his cock deeper down my throat, the ridges catching at the tender flesh in the corners of my mouth. Tears stung at my eyes, but I ignored them.

"I wish you could see yourself right now," he hissed above me. "Dripping full of cum, stuffed at both ends like a whore in heat."

My face burned but I ignored him. His words meant nothing. Only Ransom's pleasure-filled moans mattered.

His thrusts grew erratic, and I braced myself. "Close," he groaned. "So close, little bunny."

I arched my back to take him deeper, then redoubled my efforts on Callister's cock, sucking him further into my mouth. Callister grunted as his monstrous cock swelled even more.

With a shout, Ransom slammed into me and came, his release triggering Callister's own. Thick, hot spurts of semen flooded my mouth and pussy as Ransom and Callister simultaneously fell over the edge of euphoria.

I choked and sputtered on the thick, purple liquid coating my mouth, struggling and failing to swallow it all down. By the time their cocks had finished pulsing inside me, a strange warmth filled my body.

The wounds on Callister's body began fusing together right before my watery eyes. His clothes and bandages fell away, scarred flesh and broken tattoos made whole once more.

I sagged in relief, my duty fulfilled, as Ransom and Callister withdrew from my trembling body.

“Set up some mirrors for me,” Callister told Ransom and Hatter. “I want this whore to watch me annihilate what’s left of her filthy cunt.”

“What? No!” I gasped.

“He’s right,” said Hatter, suddenly calm and collected. “We left it a proper mess.”

“I meant Callister’s healed! He doesn’t need to come again!”

“Oh, yes I do,” he growled. His smirk turned wicked, and he let out a sinister laugh. “Admit it. You want to know what it feels like to fuck the caterpillar.”

"I only did what I did to save you," I said through gritted teeth. My weak protests didn’t stop Ransom and Hatter from setting up a few mirrors strategically placed around me.

“No, you’re a greedy little slut, and you want to fuck the caterpillar,” he murmured. “I’ll prove it to you.”

In a sudden burst of movement, Callister leaned down and grabbed me by the waist, lifting me off the floor with ease and settling me onto his lap.

His cock was already swollen, the ridged length stretching me deliciously as he effortlessly slid inside. The narrow base kept him from slipping back out.

“Tell me to stop,” he taunted.

A broken moan fell from my lips at the fat, hot, wet, squishy sensation.

“That’s what I thought...”

I gasped as the semi-soft spines covering his base ground against my sensitive clit, stimulating parts of me no human lover ever could. They sent sparks of pleasure and pain shooting through me.

"Look at you," Callister rasped, one hand sliding up to squeeze my tit. "So eager for my cock, even after taking two loads already." His hips rolled, grinding the spines against my clit in a way that made me see stars. “You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

“No...”

“Yes, you are. Look at yourself,” he urged. At that moment, Ransom brought one last mirror to the side of the sofa. Using some twisted magic, it showed me the view from a mirror just below my ass, reflecting the image of a wet, shiny, teal insect cock slipping in and out of my pussy.

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