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“Did you hear that?~”

“She doesn’t want it to stop~”

The two giggled from where they were individually intertwined around Bailey. Spook was contentedly sitting between her thighs, delicately caressing them with long nails as she took her time kissing up their length. Her tongue fluttered around her clit every now then, pulling back with a giggle as she watched Bones work on her from above. The other twin was clinging to Bailey’s side, caressing her chest and teasing her nipples just as delicately with his own mouth. His hands massaged her in the most satisfying ways while he muttered in her ear to take her hand towards his shaft.

Bailey’s tender strokes were rewarded with more kisses to both pairs of her lips. They smothered her with attention in preparation for what they were planning. When Bones sat up and caressed her cheek, encouraging her to take his member in her mouth, he praised her in Spanish and petted he hair when she complied. She bobbed her head on his shaft at first, swirling her tongue around the length and savoring the flavor of it. Quickly though, she found it difficult to focus on blowing him as Spook began vehemently eating her out as she did. That swirling and delving tongue drove Bailey wild, moaning around Bones’ cock as she tried to blow him, before eventually needed to pull away for air as she struggled to fend off the quickly coming orgasm Spook was drawing out of her. Spook giggled as she squirmed, her brother holding down Bailey’s waist so that Spook could finish her off and enjoy the squirt on her face she received.

The two shared a grin with each other, before looking at Bailey and quickly switching places. This time however, there was no slow start. Spook was content to sit on her chest and watch as Bailey at her out, humming and giggling at what a good girl she was, and savoring the vibrations of her tongue against her clit as she moaned from Bones pounding into her from below. The two were more than satisfied with their sweet little thing’s responses to their treatment. They teased Bailey, promising her their would be more of this to come if she kept that little e-girl act up for them. They enjoyed watching her squirming slowly grow to be less and less as she became adjusted to the feeling of being double-fucked by the twins. She gasped in delight when she felt them deliver their confirmation, relishing in the squirt she received from Spook that ran down her chin and that she desperately tried to lap up, and a nice filling from Bone’s as he pounded into her one final time, palming at her clit until she screamed as she came for them again.

At Orion’s neck, his werewolf boyfriend was hungrily kissing and nipping at his flesh. He suckled, growling as he left dark hickeys across his pallid skin, indulging in how he marked his boyfriend for the whole world to see. Hands wrapped around his waist as the lycan pounded him from behind, working strong, defined hips against his ass. Occasionally, he’d stop, before thrusting deeper into him and bringing Orion’s waist closer, grinding into him and savoring the sweet, helpless moans that escaped his partner as he panted like a dog.

“I bet you enjoy being bred like an animal~” he nipped at the vampire’s ear, moaning gruffly. “I bet you’d love it if I stuffed you nice and full. Mate you like this all season so that everybody on this god damn planet knows you’re mine~”

His speed suddenly increased sharply, arms looping around vampire’s waist and forcing poor Orion to endure the fierce breeding. Asriel enjoyed hearing his slurred speech as he moved deeper into him. The hypnotic in-out in-out pattern combined with the squirming drove his feral brain wild. He looked down, grinning at the jiggle and bounce of Orion’s ass against his cock, and he drooled. A hand wandered down to one cheek, nails tracing lines down it faintly before he drew his hand back and gave it a firm smack. He heard the initial expletive and his ears perked, a hoarse chuckle escaping him. He leaned forward to ask what it was all about and was so kindly informed by his partner that he was close to his climax.

“Oh yeah? So am I.~” The wolf licked at his previous marks, savoring the shaky and broken sounds of his partner as he tried to hold out for a little while longer. But Asriel was not interested in waiting. He thrusted harder, the base of his member swollen and slapping against his partner’s entrance as he reached around to grip at his member, stroking his rapidly as he continued to thrust. Orion’s mounting volume only motivated him further and with his free arm, he yanked him back into one last firm thrust, his thumb teasing Orion’s tip. A cry of pure ecstasy mixed with a wolffish howl as Asriel knotted his partner and continue to stroke him through a trembling orgasm. When he let him go, Orion collapsed against the couch, thoroughly wrecked by his partner but still pleased by the fact they were still attached and could lay together while Asriel wrapped up his own orgasm.

Shepard hummed, not quite sure how to respond at first. She had noticed him glancing at her, occasionally flashing the smallest, faintest smile her way for seemingly no reason. And Shepard, knowing full well she shouldn’t have compromised herself by looking away and smiling while her cheeks flushed pink in response, couldn’t seem to help herself. The effect of his charm on her made her weak and she was just thankful no one had noticed. She was helpless to it, well and truly. And so she grinned down at the chairman, watching as he left delicate kisses along her freshly exposed skin. “I never would have guessed, sir..~”

She sat back, relaxing and watching as he tempted her with firm and gentle hands trailing touches down her sensitive skin. He traced her breasts, her sides, he gripped her hips firmly as he kissed down her navel, and she allowed it— she granted him full control of her. The way his lips adorned her with such passionate kisses, the way he looked at her when she responded— oh Law how that look drove her crazy... It was the kind of look only he could give: a look that said she was doing such a good job and he loved her for that. She ate it up. She was weak for the way he seemed to revere her good work, her loyalty, her dedication, praising her with such pleasure that she couldn’t deny how good he made her feel. She rolled her head back as he gripped her thighs, spreading them apart and feasting on her. An experienced mouth and hands teased her, licked at her in just the right ways. She squirmed, helpless to his tongue as he delved it within her. Tempted as she was to pet his hair and encourage him, she reached above her head instead, gripping her pillow and the headboard. She moaned his name and she thanked him, her appreciation not going unnoticed.

When he sat up, he made eye contact as he licked his lips. He hummed as he savored her sweet flavor, and leaned down as he reached between her legs to tempt her with his fingers. She begged for it softly, bucking her hips when she felt him push into her, teasing her clit with his thumb and making her squirm. He smirked as he used his other hand to hold her waist down and in place as he fingered her. For a moment, it was aimless pleasure that her body was still getting used to receiving from such a powerful, wonderful man, before he focused it on her sweet spot deep with her and gave her a taste of something old and yet new— a type of pleasure knotting in her stomach she’d never known and which made her tremble with an orgasm so strong, she thought for a moment she might faint. He knew how to work her well and leave her breathless. And even after that, it was hardly over.

When he drew back, he licked his fingers clean of her and moved between her thighs, caressing them slowly and teasing her sensitive clit once again as he exposed himself to her. He could practically see the hearts dancing in her eyes as he teased her, the way her her face twisted as she sucked in a breath when he penetrated her. When he held her waist, she couldn’t help but rest her hands over his as he thrusted into her. She moaned his name, she thanked him, she praised him for how deep he went and how he filled her. How he satisfied her. When she softly begged him for more, watching her body bounce into his motions was something entrancing. Listening to her noises grow louder as he pleased her was so rewarding to him. Feeling her grow tight around him, practically choking his member, made him swell with pride. He moved her hand to rest over her abdomen so she could feel how deeply into her he moved, and when asked permission to cum, he touched her clit and reveled in the feeling of her dirtying his cock with her squirt, squeezing and clenching him until he came, massaging his shaft with slick muscles until she’d effectively pumped him dry.

Doing as he was told, the Axie obediently arched his back a bit more, giving the vicar a good view of all of his scars to be traced, and raising his ass into the slow rhythmic motions of his hips. Sam’s teeth dug into his lower lip, a hand running through his hair and grip at his own scalp as his brows burrowed together. He was so used to having rougher sex with his companion— and the was all well and fun! There was something to be enjoyed about how they took turns pounding into each other, biting, scratching, pulling each other’s hair, moaning and groaning about how aggressive they could be and how much they wanted to make each other scream their name so loud, the Architect himself would hear them committing their favorite sins. This was a relatively new concept.

The slow pace of it was maddening. Sam rolled his ass against the vicar’s waist as firm, calloused hands took a hold on his, keeping him relatively still so he could endure the feeling of being slowly stretched. There was something so arousing about letting Maximillian take his time indulging himself in the assassin. He leaned over, wrapping his arms around Sam’s chest and slowly pulling him up to hold him from behind as he sat on his knees. The grinding picked up in pace and as Sam looked back at him, their lips met. Soft sounds escaped him into the kiss and his hand fell over his loving companion’s, following them as they traced over his body, savoring the feeling of them being delicately interconnected and in harmony for once instead of competing to see who could prove they were more dominant. It felt so much more sensual. Sam shuddered at every touch, shivered at every soft breath that tickled his ear, sighed with bliss at every honeyed word the human muttered to him.