Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse
Chapter 279: Two Just Feels Better
The thick tip of Exile’s cock stretched Felicity’s impossibly tight opening as he pushed forward with agonizing slowness. Her tiny pussy resisted, the delicate flesh burning as it stretched around his massive girth. He groaned, feeling her heat envelop him inch by precious inch.
"Exile... please..." Felicity gasped, her golden eyes wide with pleasure and pain. Her fox ears flattened against her blonde hair, tail thrashing wildly beneath them.
Her claws dug into his muscular back, leaving red trails as she tried to push her hips upward. Exile held her firmly in place, savouring the exquisite tightness surrounding his shaft. His other cock, fthe upper one that nature had blessed him with, was slick with her juices and his own precum. He wrapped his massive hand around it, using the sensitive head to circle her swollen clit.
"Patience, my beautiful mate," he growled against her breast, lapping at the sweet milk that beaded there. He sucked harder, drawing more of the precious liquid into his mouth before letting some trickle down her heaving chest.
Felicity’s entire body shuddered. "What are you- oh god, what are you doing to my clit? That feels so... haaaah... so good!"
The dual sensation of his lower cock stretching her while his upper one rubbing her most sensitive spot was driving her wild. Her inner walls clenched around him, making Exile’s amber eyes darken with primal hunger.
"My beautiful mate," he growled, voice thick with desire.
With a powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. The impact sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both.
"AHHHH! EXILE! YES! YES! FUUUCK!" Felicity screamed as her orgasm crashed through her. Her body convulsed, inner walls pulsing around his shaft as she squirted her release between them.
Exile groaned deeply, feeling her climax milk his cock. He began pumping into her with steady, powerful strokes, making sure his upper cock continued its delicious friction against her clit. Each thrust drove him deeper, his massive frame covering her petite body completely.
"Mine," he growled possessively, feeling her still trembling around him. "You’re mine."
He adjusted his hips, making sure the thick base of his top cock pressed firmly against her sensitive clit with each thrust. Felicity’s claws raked down his back, leaving fiery trails that only heightened his pleasure. Her screams echoed off the room’s walls, transforming into desperate moans as he pounded into her with relentless force.
"You’re fucking amazing, my wife," Exile hissed, his eyes blazing with possessive hunger. "My beautiful love... my world." Each word came between savage thrusts, his massive frame driving her deeper into the soft moss beneath them. "I’d do anything for you... kill everyone who threatens you."
His breath came in hot, ragged pants against her neck as he slammed his cock into her again and again. "You are my air," he grunted through his vows, the primal rhythm of their bodies creating a symphony of wet, slapping sounds. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Felicity grabbed the back of her own leg, pulling it higher to give him even deeper access. Her golden eyes rolled back as she screamed his name. "Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fu-fu-fu-fuck me! Me-me-me!"
Her body trembled violently as another orgasm built within her. Exile watched her face contort in ecstasy, her fox ears twitching wildly, tail thrashing beneath them. Without warning, he repositioned and pushed his second cock into her already stretched entrance alongside the first.
"EXILE!" Felicity’s scream transformed into a primal wail as her body convulsed with the most intense orgasm yet. Her inner walls clenched around both cocks, struggling to accommodate their massive girth.
Exile groaned deeply, feeling her tight, wet walls accommodate both thick cocks. He slowly pulled back until just the heads remained inside her trembling body. Then, with one powerful thrust, he slammed both cocks deep into her again.
"AHHHHHH!" Felicity’s scream tore from her throat as her body bowed upward. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails drawing blood.
Exile established a new rhythm, agonisingly slow withdrawal followed by brutal, deep penetration. Each time he slammed into her, Felicity’s screams echoed through their room. Her blue eyes glazed over with pleasure, her fox ears flattening completely against her head.
"I can feel you stretching around me," Exile growled, his voice thick with lust. "So tight... so perfect."
The double penetration stretched Felicity beyond anything she’d experienced before. Her inner walls pulsed around both shafts, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout her body. Her breasts bounced with each powerful movement, nipples hard and sensitive to the cool air of their den.
"Exile... I can’t... It’s too much..." she gasped, though her body betrayed her words, hips rising to meet his thrusts.
"You can take it," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "You’re mine, and you can take all of me."
His pace increased, the wet sounds of their coupling growing louder. Felicity’s legs trembled uncontrollably as another orgasm built within her. Her tail thrashed wildly, hitting Exile’s thighs with each powerful thrust.
"Please," she begged, though she wasn’t sure if she was asking him to stop or continue.
Exile’s response was to grab her hips, lifting them higher and driving both cocks even deeper. The new angle made her scream again, her body shuddering with another climax that seemed to never end.
"Look at me," Exile demanded, his amber eyes burning into hers. "I want to see your face when I claim you completely."
Felicity’s golden eyes locked with his, her pupils dilated with pleasure and pain. Her lips parted in a silent scream as Exile thrust particularly deep, his massive cocks stretching her beyond what she thought possible.
"My perfect mate," he growled, watching her face contort with each sensation. "No one will ever touch you like this, no one but us."
The possessive words sent another wave of pleasure through her. Despite her petite frame, her beast-woman heritage allowed her to accommodate his massive size, her body producing abundant lubrication to ease the way.
"You’re close," she whispered, feeling his rhythm becoming more erratic, his breathing more ragged.