Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse-Chapter 86: Rough Night 18+
Victor’s hand closed around Felicity’s throat and held her steady, but it was Damien’s mouth that consumed her first hungry, dangerous, his tongue flickering with a hint of venom as he kissed her deep enough to make her vision blur. She tried to squeak, tried to say something, but Victor’s grip was a collar, a leash, a promise that he was in control tonight and she would only whimper when told.
"Little fox..." Damien murmured against her lips, and she felt his snake tail winding up her thigh, cool and silken, brushing the soaked crotch of her panties.
"What a naughty, naughty thing you are. Bet you wanted them all to hear you, huh?"
Victor’s hand moved under her dress, dragging the fabric up and over her chest, exposing her breasts to the damp air of the space. Her nipples were already hard from the cold, but Victor pinched one between his fingers and rolled it until she squealed, the sound muffled by Damien shoving two fingers into her mouth. "Open up, little one. Let’s see how much you can take."
She gagged a little, and both men laughed, low and in love. Victor’s cock brushed the inside of her thigh, already leaking, and she could feel the heat of Damien’s dicks pressing against her lower back. Twin cocks, forked tongues, two monsters and only one tiny girl to split between them she barely fit in the space between their bodies, but they would try, wouldn’t they?
Victor bent her forward over the crate of supplies with one arm braced against her lower back. "You liked moaning for the team?" he growled, yanking her panties down in a single smooth motion. "You want to make all those miserable, horny beasts jealous? Let’s make sure you smell of our cum." He didn’t ask. He just spread her thighs and spit directly onto her pussy, the sensation so sudden that she went weak at the knees.
Damien’s tail slid around her waist and hooked under her ass, lifting her higher, while his hands roamed over her back, tracing the lines of her spine, the delicate arch of her hips. He licked her from nape to tailbone with a slow, greedy drag, and she cried out, clutching at the wood with trembling fingers.
"Do it, Felicity." Victor’s voice was rough, barely a whisper. "Buff us precious little girl." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
She was already glowing, the surge of power in her blood mingling with lust, excitement, fear. "Please," she sobbed, "please, I—"
Damien’s cocks pushed between her thighs, heady and hot, one rubbing against her clit, the other teasing her entrance. Victor shoved two fingers inside, scissoring her open, and she jolted, her own tail fluffing out in shock.
"Look at that," Damien said, voice trembling with restraint. "She wants it. She’s so starved for cock she’s about to cum already."
Victor slid his cock along her ass and pushed the tip against her hole, already slicked by her juices and his spit. The pressure was overwhelming she wasn’t ready, not nearly ready, but that never stopped them. "Bite down, little fox," he warned. "You’re ours tonight. You’re going to take all of us."
She screamed when they entered her. Both at once Damien’s dicks stretching her, Victor’s cock forcing its way into her other hole and her mind shattered into white noise and pleasure so sharp it felt like she’d lost the thread of her own thoughts. There was nothing but their hands, their teeth, the obscene fullness, and the endless, pulsing need at her core.
Her slick arousal muffled everything but the rhythmic sounds of their bodies moving in unison the wet sound of skin meeting skin from three different angles, punctuated by the soft, primal grunts that escaped their throats as they filled her completely.
Victor bit her shoulder, leaving a mark so deep it bordered on savage, and Damien licked up the blood, laughing. "Don’t pass out yet, little girl. We haven’t even started."
The pain was a ribbon wound through the pleasure, and it made everything brighter, sharper her body lit up and thrumming with power.
She cast the buff as Victor commanded, and a wave of psychic heat rippled out from her, infecting the minds of every beastman in camp. The power flowed from her fingertips like honey, sweet and thick, but she remained oblivious to its true effect. She didn’t know the men outside could feel her too.
All those desperate men, restless and needy in the camp in town. What she couldn’t know was how they now saw her skin flushed and glistening, her body yielding and filled completely as her leaders claimed her on top of the supplies, her cries of pleasure echoing through their collective consciousness.
In the camp Marx’s massive cock in his hand, blue and purple with frustration, leaking onto his fist as he imagined what it would be like to push inside her, to feel her squeal and stretch with the size of him.
The new guys, Draco and Shadow, rutting against their cots, their hands barely enough to satisfy the sudden, inexplicable hunger that ripped through them. Even the coldest, most stoic sarge was reduced to a panting, drooling animal by the force of her buff.
Back in the space, Damien’s tongue was in her mouth, squeezing until she saw stars. There was wetness everywhere her own, theirs, sweat and spit and blood. She could smell herself on their skin, the musky, addictive perfume of her arousal.
"Gonna fill you up," Damien whispered, voice shaking. "Gonna stuff every hole and make sure you smell like us for days."
Victor grunted, thrusting harder, his pace brutal and relentless. "We’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk. We’re going to make you scream our names until everyone knows who you belong to."
Felicity was crying now, tears streaming down her face, but she was smiling too, delirious with the high of being used, claimed, filled. She came again, and the convulsions milked every drop from her husbands, their cocks twitching and swelling as they emptied inside her.
Damien didn’t let her rest. He hauled her off the supplies and twisted her around, shoving his cocks between her lips, smearing her face with his seed. "Swallow," he ordered, and she did, grateful and greedy, licking him clean until he trembled and nearly collapsed.
Victor scooped her off the ground, cradling her against his chest. "Good little fox," he murmured, soft for the first time. "That’s our girl. That’s what we love."
They curled around her on the floor, both men peppering her skin with kisses and bite marks, branding her as theirs. She was bruised and wrecked and giddy, the aftershocks still rippling through her muscles.
She was limp and luminous, her blonde hair tangled in Damien’s scales. She blinked up into Victor’s face he looked different now, not the stony brute of war but something warmer, heartbreakingly gentle. He ran a finger under her jaw, tilting her head so their eyes met.
"Can you heal?" he asked, voice almost a plea.
She nodded, dazed. It took focus, a kind of letting-go, and even though her bones ached and she was leaking from every hole, she forced the spell into being. The buzzing gold of her healing magic pooled in her palms, then radiated through her nerves like a bonfire. Everything sealed up, swelling and bruising faded, her holes knit together and tightened until she was raw and trembling but brand new.
Victor purred really purred, the rumble thrumming through his chest as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Perfect," he said, and it sounded like a benediction. "Our perfect little fox. I’m sorry we lost our tempers earlier. You’ve no idea how much we missed you."
Damien growled, but it was a lazy, sated sound. "Don’t apologize. She likes it when we’re rough." He bit her earlobe, more affection than threat. "That’s why she’s ours."
Victor scooped her up, cradling her as if she wasn’t still slick with evidence of their love.
All the men she’d just infected by accident with her psychic buff. Every single one of them looked at her, pupils blown wide, cocks pumping in their hands. Some of them moaned aloud as they slept, and Felicity felt the echo of her own pleasure ricochet through them.
Some of the snow team drifted in and out of consciousness, deliberately surrendering to sleep where fevered dreams awaited them. In their slumber, they could see her their little fox her body responding beneath them with desperate movements. They imagined her soft whimpers echoing in their ears as they took what they wanted, the lewd sounds of their connection growing more intense with each forceful thrust.
Damien grinned, following close behind. "All of them want you, but only we get to have you."
He reached around from behind Victor and palmed her ass, spreading her cheeks. "She’s so tight now, it’s like fucking a virgin every time. You heal too good, little fox."
"I love you both," Felicity whispered, her voice breaking as she arched between them, the words tumbling out raw and unfiltered. Her fingers clutched at Victor’s shoulders while Damien’s hands steadied her hips. "Please don’t stop I need you need this" Her confession dissolved into a soft, desperate sound as her inhibitions crumbled away completely.
They took her to the shower, Victor set her down gentle as glass, but Damien was already on her, pushing her to her knees on the cold tile. His tail wrapped around her waist and held her steady as he guided his still hard cock to her mouth.
"Clean me up," he ordered, voice gone low and dangerous again.
She obeyed, lapping at him until her lips were numb and her jaw ached. Victor stepped in next, stroking her hair with one hand while he fed her his cock with the other. "Good girl," he whispered, and she shivered at the praise. She washed them both with her tongue, swallowing down every drop they offered and licking them clean until they gleamed.
When she was finished, Victor lifted her to her feet. Damien’s tail didn’t let go, just slid higher, the tip already pushing at her entrance.
She gasped it was so thick, and the scales cool against her burning skin but Damien just hissed a laugh and slid the tip inside. He fucked her with his tail as Victor played with her clit, and when she came, it was with a wail that echoed through the whole space.
"Now you’re clean," Victor said, smiling with teeth. "All ours. All better."
He wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed in the space, curling her into their arms. The two men held her close, stroking her ears and tails, trading slow, lazy kisses across her cheeks and neck.
Felicity purred, the sound tiny and contented. She drifted in and out of sleep, and whenever she woke, it was to the sensation of Victor and Damien petting her fur, whispering their dreams into the crown of her head.
And all through the night, she felt the aftershocks of her magic in the air waves of pleasure and longing rippling outward, setting the whole camp ablaze.
In their dreams, every man imagined himself as Victor, or as Damien. All of them saw Felicity bent over that crate, legs spread, crying for more, more, more. And in her dreams, Felicity was safe and sated, and she belonged to them, and only them, forever.
