She twitches and comes. “Y-You’d better prepare yourselves!” Her head rolls back on her rubbery neck.
I readjust the way I’m standing. “What do you—”
A hand tightens on my crotch, squeezing. “I know what she means.”
I gasp when I look over at Garroway, who is suddenly inches from me, bobbing those annoying eyebrows in a lustful way while throwing that dashing grin at me.
Ever since our talk, when he convinced me to stop feeling sorry for myself, I’ve been closest to Garroway out of Seph’s mates. Now he’s holding my hard cock, undoing my pants, ready to take it out.
There’s nothing I can think of to stop me.
So I growl, grab the shorter man under the arms, and revel as he squeals when I spin him around. I push him forward so his cheek squishes against the wall in front of us, a few feet away from Skar and Seph.
“If it’s for her, you’ll do anything, right?” Garroway asks me, his voice scrunched from my hand against the side of his face, rubbing him against the wall.
I grunt my agreement, look down, and see his small ass pressed against my bulge. My hands move on their own, foisting his pants down to reveal that pale, bubbly rear, and then I pull my hard cock out.
He parts his ass cheeks, showing me his tight hole. I grip my cock at the base, flop it down against him, and then surge inside the dhampir.
Garroway grunts. “Ohmy,” he breathes, emphasizing a different part of the phrase this time. His body slaps forward when I fuck his ass.
I rail into the dhampir hard, losing my mind at his tightness clamping around my girth. My hands clutch his tight ass, moving to his narrow hips. Then I reach around the slenderman, feel his bouncing cock swinging against my palm, and grab it.
I tug Garroway until he’s hard, stroking him, fucking him, baring my fangs in a snarl because the soft nape of his neck looks so delicious. I’m ready to bite him, feed on him, finish my lust inside him.
Garroway moans, keeping his rear spread with his hands while I spear into him and reshape his guts to my liking. The little fucking grayskin is good at taking my cock, he can almost fit the whole thing inside him.
My hand furiously jerks his cock at the front, until I feel him throbbing. He spews sticky cum over my fingers and across the wall in front of him. Mewling the whole time like a bitch in heat. “I-I think I might’ve found a n-new master!” he croaks happily, voice risen an octave.
“Like hells you have, graybird,” says a gravelly voice.
My head wrenches over. Skartovius approaches. His huge cock swings in the air. Wet, glistening. It’s imposing, I’ll admit.
He pats me on the arm. “Go take your little grimmer, while I have one last romp with my bloodthrall.”
I nod wordlessly, clenching my jaw, trying to get out of the vicinity of his enraged lust. Pulling out of Garroway, I look down, satisfied I’ve widened his asshole enough for my half-brother.
“One last romp?!” Garroway whines.
Skartovius slaps his ass, ringing out with a red hand-print. “One last time as my thrall, yes. One last time as my property, graybird.”
Garroway shakes his ass, shuddering from his words. “Oh Damned, then fucking take me whole, you bloody bastard.”
Skar smiles wickedly. “You never talked to me like that before. Maybe good thingscancome from this severance.”
He plunges inside Garroway, bulges the poor dhampir’s stomach with his size, and makes him shoot cum even harder against the wall.
Meanwhile, I switch places with Skar. He stepped outside the cave entrance to join us, so I step in. Sephania is still hanging akimbo in the air, held up by Skar’s shadows. Except now she’s also spilling thick rivulets of cum out of her gaping pussy.
I step in front of her, stroking my hard cock. “I’m prepared, love, if you are.”
“Y-Yes,” Seph croaks. She looks used and disheveled and never happier. Then she tries to adjust the way the shadows are holding her in the air, and I realize she’s leaning back, back, bearing her huge ass to me. The shadow realign to gently cradle her in a new angle. “I want you inside here. Can you do that for me, Master Lukain?”
My cock is thick and tight when it pushes inside Sephania’s asshole. She howls in pain or pleasure or both, grinding her body forward. Helpless from the shadows, needful from her time with Skar. There’s also a thin tendril of blackness joining my cock inside her rear, coring her out, turning her into a mess.
I spank her and fuck her hard, thrusting wildly, unable to contain myself. Unlike Garroway, whose ass cheek can fit neatly in my palm, Sephania is easily five times wider, thicker, and fleshier than him. It’s the rolling of her body, the undulating of her curves, the gentle waves of her rippling skin, that ignites me.
I can’t stop my hips from bucking. I can’t keep from plunging my hands deep into her cheeks, squeezing tightly, keeping her there for me to anally fuck like she’s my trophy.