Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse-Chapter 143: Unlimited 18+

The thought of breeding their little fox seemed to trigger something primal in all of them

"Please," she begged. Her body trembled between them, sweat glistening on her flushed skin as she took them all.

"I was a reasonable man before I met her," Damien grunted as her overfilled pussy took all of them. His green eyes were half lidded, glazed with primal hunger as he watched her writhe. The sight of her so small, so delicate, yet taking everything they gave made his chest tighten with possessive pride.

Victor’s fingers dug into her hips, leaving marks that would bloom purple by morning. "Fuck, little mate," he muttered against her neck, his breath hot and ragged. "I want to stay inside you forever." His teeth grazed the tender skin where her shoulder met her neck, not quite breaking skin but promising that he could. "Your pussy was made for me, for us."

Voss leaned back on the rock, his massive dwarfing the side of the lake, his eyes never left Felicity’s face, tracking every expression, every flutter of her eyelashes as pleasure overwhelmed her. Nothing in this broken world compared to watching his little mate being thoroughly claimed.

"You’re being such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you, sweetheart?" Ivan’s voice was gravel and honey as he twisted her golden hair around his fist, the silken strands catching the light as he tightened his grip at the nape of her neck, guiding her mouth with deliberate pressure while his hips moved with increasing urgency

Her pointed ears twitching with every new sensation. Her tail, fluffy and soft, curled around Damien’s wrist as if anchoring herself to him while the pleasure threatened to sweep her away "please," she whispered, her voice breaking on the word. "I need..I need. "

Damien hissed, the sound reverberating through her body where they were joined. "Tell us what you need, little one." His hand splayed across her belly, possessive and protective all at once. "We’ll give you anything."

"Everything," Felicity gasped as Victor’s thick length pushed deeper into her Pussy alongside one of Damien’s cocks. Her body stretched impossibly wide, the burning pleasure pain making her vision blur. "Take me completely, please cum and breed me."

Victor growled his massive hands gripping her waist with bruising force. "You hear that, men? Our little mate wants to be bred."

Damien’s second cock and Victor’s enormous member plunged into her dripping pussy, the combined girth forcing her walls to expand beyond what she thought possible. The sensation of being so utterly filled, of being claimed by her mates simultaneously, sent electric pulses radiating through her core.

Damien’s eyes rolled back, the pressure unbearable as both his engorged members pulsed violently inside her trembling body. "F-fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, fighting for control as Victor’s competing hardness pressed against his through the thin barrier between her channels. "So tight... so perfect... gonna fill you," he growled, imagining her belly swelling with his triumph, his claim staked deeper than any other could reach.

Her body became their playground as they established a brutal rhythm. Damien withdrew from her ass, Victor and Damien’s other cock surged forward into her pussy. The alternating thrusts ensured she never experienced emptiness, only varying degrees of fullness that left her mind shattered and her voice raw from screaming.

Ivans cock captured her mouth, swallowing her cries as his hands kneaded her breasts. His claws extended just enough to graze her nipples, sending sharp spikes of pleasure pain down to her core.

"Look at you," Victor snarled, his pace growing erratic as he felt his release building. "Taking all of us at once, your little body was made for this made for us."

Felicity’s tail thrashed wildly as the pressure built within her. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, and tears of overwhelming pleasure streaked down her flushed cheeks. The feeling of massive cocks stretching her, claiming her most intimate places, was too much and yet not enough.

"Please," she begged, not even knowing what she was asking for anymore. "Please, please, please.."

Victor was the first to break. With a feral roar that seemed to shake the very walls, he slammed into her one final time. His scorching seed flooded her pussy, the sensation triggering Damien’s release from both his cocks simultaneously.

"Taking it all," Damien groaned, his twin members pulsing as they emptied deep inside her. His cum mixed with Victor’s in her ass while his other cock added to the flood in her pussy.

Their release was copious, filling her already stuffed pussy to overflowing. The hot seed leaked from her, running down her thighs in rivulets that marked her as thoroughly claimed.

Lucan’s body convulsed violently, his seed erupting in savage pulses as he watched them claim what should be his. His claws dug into his palms until blood flowed, a primal growl tearing from his throat. Every fiber of his being screamed with the need to tear them apart, to mount her himself. She was meant to carry HIS lineage, HIS mark, HIS future. The thought of another’s offspring growing where his should be drove him to the edge of madness.

Voss couldn’t hold back any longer. With a primal growl that echoed through the area, he stalked toward Felicity’s trembling form. Her eyes widened as he approached, her body quivering against her men. When release finally tore through him, his hot seed erupted violently, painting thick white ropes across her bare, heaving stomach.

The combined sensation of all her mates climaxing inside her pushed Felicity over the edge. Her orgasm tore through her with such force that her vision went white, her body arching sharply as she convulsed around them. Her walls clamped down on their still pulsing cocks, milking every last drop as she shattered in their arms.

"That’s it, little mate," Ivan’s murmured against her lips, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched her come undone. "Take all of us every last drop."

When they finally withdrew from her trembling body, their combined seed gushed from her abused holes. Lucan caught her as she collapsed, her legs unable to support her weight. Her eyelids fluttered as exhaustion claimed her, but the contented smile on her face told them everything they needed to know.

"She’s magnificent," Ivan said from his position nearby, his own release coating his hand as he’d watched the entire scene unfold. "A goddess among beasts."

Damien’s fingers traced the marks they’d left on her skin bruises from gripping hands, scratches from desperate claws, bite marks that would last for days. "She’s ours," he corrected, his voice thick with possessive pride. "And we’re hers."

Victor carried her to the bed, laying her down with a gentleness that belied his earlier savagery. "Rest, little mate," he whispered against her temple. "You’ve pleased your alphas well."

As sleep claimed her, Felicity felt their seed still warm inside her, marking her from the inside out. In this brutal world where strength meant survival, she’d found her own power the power to bring these fearsome beasts to their knees with nothing but her body and her love.

Lucan’s muscles coiled with predatory tension as he scooped Felicity’s limp body, her eyelids fluttered consciousness briefly returning, then slipping away again as he cradled her against his chest, his claws carefully retracted to avoid piercing her fragile skin while he carried her toward the bathroom.

Felicity barely stirred when his arms slid beneath her, the small fox or bunny woman warm and limp against his chest, her tail tucked loosely around his wrist as if even in sleep some instinct insisted on keeping hold of him. For a man who had once signed contracts worth more than cities, who had crushed competitors without blinking, the simple weight of her in his arms felt heavier than any responsibility he had ever carried.

He adjusted his grip instinctively, one large hand supporting her back while the other rested beneath her knees she was small. Smaller than he had expected when he finally held her properly. Her head tipped against his shoulder, cheek pressed into the hollow of his collarbone, breathing slow and soft.

Lucan stared down at her with open amazement.

"Careful," Voss murmured from ahead of him, already walking across the wide field of her space. "She’ll pretend she’s tougher than she is when she wakes up, but right now she’s out cold."

Lucan let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh "i am being careful."

"You’re holding her like a priceless vase."

Lucan glanced up "she is."

Voss snorted softly at that, though the expression on his face was warm rather than mocking. He walked a few steps ahead, hands tucked into his pockets as if guiding massive new husbands through impossible pocket dimensions was a completely ordinary task.

Felicity’s space stretched endlessly around them. What had once been fields of flowers had shifted again into something more developed. The grass remained soft beneath their feet, but pathways now curved through the land like quiet intentions. Trees heavy with fruit leaned toward the sunlight that seemed to exist without a sky.

Lucan’s eyes kept moving.

His world had been skyscrapers, penthouses, private jets, glass towers that scraped the clouds. This place made those things feel embarrassingly small "Is this all hers?" he asked quietly.

"All of it," Voss replied.

Lucan looked down at her again, disbelief flickering through his silver eyes "You’re serious."

It showed up when she thinks about it, most of it without realizing she was doing it," Voss said, voice carrying the calm pride of someone who had watched it happen. "this little fox likes to wander around thinking about snacks and naps and then suddenly we’ve got a river or a new field of strawberries."

Lucan huffed another quiet laugh.

"She made a world."

They walked a little further before something else appeared ahead.

Lucan slowed, the structure looked almost ordinary compared to the impossible landscape surrounding it. A long building with glass doors and bright aisles visible through the windows. He stopped completely this time "Is that..."

"Supermarket," Voss confirmed casually.

Lucan stared.

Inside, shelves stretched endlessly in neat rows, stacked with food, supplies, and things that had no business existing in the apocalypse anymore.

Lucan looked from the building back down to the woman sleeping in his arms "...unlimited?" he asked slowly.

"Yep."

Lucan let out a breathless laugh "You’re joking."

"Nope" Voss pushed open the glass door as if he had done it a hundred times before.

"Grab whatever you want. It restocks itself."

Lucan walked in slowly, gaze sweeping across the aisles like a man stepping into treasure vaults.

Canned goods.

Fruit.

Snacks.

Medicine.

Water.

Things the outside world would slaughter entire cities for.

His free hand reached automatically toward a nearby shelf, grabbing a few things without thinking Bottled water and a snack.

All the while he kept glancing down at Felicity, still curled against him, his expression softened in a way it never had during his years as a CEO "She did this."

"Yeah," Voss said quietly.

Lucan’s voice dropped lower "She could feed entire armies, we need to never let anyone know."

"We know, and she already feeds us," Voss replied.

Lucan studied her face again, something fierce settled quietly in his chest.

"She’s a treasure, she doesn’t understand how many problems she cause’s just by existing, fortunately, solving problems is what I do."

Voss smiled faintly at that "careful saying things like that around Victor. He’ll start nodding so hard he hurts his neck."

Lucan didn’t smile his gaze drifted outward toward the distant edges of the space "There are others stronger than him."

Voss didn’t need to ask who he meant "Dimitri, the Leaf Team leader?" he said.

Lucan nodded slowly "i’ve seen men like that before."

Voss shrugged lightly "then he’ll have to get through all of us first."

Lucan adjusted Felicity gently in his arms, holding her a little closer.

His voice was quiet but steady "Then I will become stronger."

Voss looked back at him.

Lucan’s eyes had gone sharp now, the softness replaced with something colder "I didn’t survive the old world just to lose her in this one."

Voss’s grin widened "Good." He jerked his head toward the house further ahead. "Bathroom’s this way.it popped up after Damien complained about sand getting in places it shouldn’t."

Lucan followed him, still carrying her like something irreplaceable.

"Our fox," he murmured quietly to the sleeping girl in his arms, "is going to cause me an unreasonable amount of trouble."