New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 611: Facing the consequences [2]

Coco’s mind was muddled with conflicted thoughts— she didn’t mean to act out, not like this, or whatever Alhai had implied earlier about her acting out.

This felt like an overreaction. Wasn’t she supposed to be the one in control here? The alpha?

But now, her back pressed against the cold wood, Heiren swallowing every gasp from her lips while Alhai worked between her thighs with single-minded desperation?

Her hands fisted into Heiren’s shirt. Too much. Yet.. Why did it feel so good?

Heiren broke away from Coco’s lips with a soft pop, and a single strand of saliva connected them, glistening in the light.

Coco gasped for breath as soon as she could, her chest rising and falling with ragged little rasps, but any relief she might have felt from the break was short-lived.

The moment when she felt Alhai pressed his tongue flat against her heated flesh, her breath hitched again, a whimper involuntarily leaving her lips.

"A-Alhai—" She managed, her voice a strangled whisper as her hand slithered down, resting on his head. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Heiren licked his lips, watching with hunger and amusement as he dragged his hand down to the hem of Coco’s shirt, and with a rough tug, he shoved the fabric up— exposing her soft mounds completely.

"Be good." Heiren rasped out in warning, though there was no real threat behind it, only hunger.

His brown eyes raked over her hardened peaks before one palm pressed forward to knead at them without hesitation, the pressure was shy of painful, but undeniably thrilling all the same.

Coco had tried to stifle a desperate moan, biting down on her lip hard, but before she could cause herself any real damage, Heiren quickly grabbed her chin with his free hand, pushing his thumb between her lips to silence her instead.

"Don’t hurt yourself, Coco." The mediator murmured, his voice low and soothing.

"B-But—" Coco tried to protest, but before she could even finish her sentence, he had already leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth, his tongue seeking entrance between her eager lips.

Coco let Heiren invade her mouth, her lips parting obediently as his tongue explored hers with slow strokes and at the same time, Alhai’s relentless attention between her legs made a sharp cry tear from Coco’s throat.

The sound was filthy, desperate. It was a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation that had no business being this loud.

And yet, Alhai didn’t stop. If anything, he doubled down on his efforts when he heard it.

The mediator’s mouth was practically making out with every inch of the swollen flesh in front of him like he was starving for it, and in a sense, he was.

Coco was writhing under the simultaneous ministrations of their mouths. With Heiren’s attention focused on her lips and mounds, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her lips, with Alhai completely devoted in between her legs, every nerve in her body seemed to sing.

Her hands gripped both of their heads— almost like she wanted to pull either of them closer and push them away at the same time.

The tension was coiled so tightly in her abdomen, like a bowstring about to snap. She felt like she was going to undone. She was a complete mess done by her two husbands, each one paying attention to a different part of her body even as she writhed and squirmed desperately.

Coco was so close to tipping over the edge. She could feel it building. Every touch, every stroke of their tongue, they were like sparks along her nerve endings.

And then—

Her vision seemed to white out, her eyes shutting at the overwhelming intensity, as her hands tightened in both of their hair.

Coco’s breath coming out in ragged, pleading sounds. "Heiren, Heiren, Alhai— mmmn!"

Alhai groaned in appreciation, his teal colored eyes hooded when they flicked up to her, knowing exactly what he was doing.

He drank her in like he was thirsty, and he was greedy about it, too, wanting to swallow everything.

Alhai didn’t let a single drop escape, his lips sealing around her as he swallowed every shuddering pulse of her release, savoring it.

His tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles to coax out even more from her oversensitive flesh, the wet sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet room.

It was a good thing that Heiren had just boiling water when they walked in because it somehow covered the sounds that Coco let out.

Coco trembled beneath Heiren, her thighs still clamped tight around Alhai’s head as she rode through the aftershocks.

Just like Alhai, Heiren greedily swallowed every whine that escaped Coco, his tongue delving deeper into her mouth to claim every sound she made.

He was intent on drowning out everything else— to make sure she was paying attention to him.

Coco had let go of Heiren’s hair, her fingers trembling with the effort to push him away, but he didn’t budge, so she tried to push the mediator from between her legs instead.

Alhai was even more difficult to dislodge; his head was locked in place between her thighs, seemingly determined not to let up until he had his fill.

Her thighs were quivering from overstimulation at this point, but Alhai didn’t stop— he stayed stubbornly where he was, refusing to be pushed away as he flashed an annoyed glance at his wife.

Coco’s legs twitched, her overstimulated flesh almost aching from the attention.

After a good minute, Alhai finally pulled away from her throbbing flesh, licking his lips with a satisfied expression as he sat back on his knees.

Heiren also pulled away from her mouth a moment later, their tongues connected by a thin string of saliva for a moment before it snapped, the saliva on her end dropping down to her chin.

They both gazed at Coco, taking in the sight of her.

Coco was a mess, that much is obvious, with her lips swollen, her hair in disarray, and her eyes still glazed over with desire.