Anal

“What’s he doing?” Eleven hissed to Max.

She shivered as the redhead kissed her cheek and neck, sucking up a globule of semen. “He’s lubing me up,” Max had whispered back. “Stay still, whatever you do. He’s going to take my ass again.”

Then Max’s head was pressing into Eleven’s shoulder as she grunted, her back arching as Vecna’s black cock pushed inch-by-inch into her asshole.

“I do so enjoy a bit of sodomy,” the monster rumbled. “But it does not have to be devoid of pleasure for Max here. Eleven, you are free to finger her.”

Max whimpered, her head flying forward as she was pounded from behind. There was **** at all. Running one hand through her friend’s tangled ginger locks, Eleven pushed her other hand down, in between their bodies and towards Max’s slender thighs.

Still gasping and shaking, Max lifted her head up and stared straight into Eleven’s eyes. “Thank you, El,” she murmured.

Then she kissed her. And Eleven kissed her back.

Suddenly the entire Creel House was pitched into darkness. Booming with distant thunder, red lightning illuminated Vecna as the monster stepped back away from Max, his face twisting into a scowl.

“He is here.”

Still wrapped in each others arms, Max and Eleven both stayed very, very still. They watched as Vecna’s eyes closed, the lids fluttering with telepathy. Finally, El could not stand the silence anymore.

“What is it? Who’s here?”

“Your friends are in grave danger,” Vecna said, opening his eyes and splaying his claws. “The game has gone awry and my house is compromised. He has broken the pact. War is being declared.”