Chaos, sex and love...

Lea was furious and horny. She hated herself because she wanted you for herself. She also wanted Gwen for herself. At the same time, watching you **** Gwen had turned Lea on, more from the fact that you were fucking her than the **** herself, although hearing Gwen admit that she had an orgasm during her **** made her even more horny. . Gwen wanted you too, to her shame. She was also very angry with Lea, but she still loved her very much. You were horny as shit, but you felt fucking guilty for what you did, not to mention the cluster of emotions that you still kept inside you due to your self-imposed loneliness and everything you lived through. As you feel Lea's body beginning to tremble on top of yours, you don't know why, but you begin to tell your story. It is not a justification of what you did, they are simply facts.

You talk to them about your childhood and adolescence. You talk to them about continuing to grow and mature as a decent person. You tell them about your girlfriend and how she died in your arms. She wasn't the only one either. You watched your parents die, whose last request was that you protect your sister. Unfortunately you couldn't keep that promise because you couldn't cure the virus. She also died in your arms, but she had time to apologize for anything she felt she had done to you, although luckily you had enough time to tell her that there was nothing to forgive and that you loved her. She also had time to confess to you that she and your girlfriend had an affair behind your back, and you admitted to her that you actually knew about it, but you allowed it because it was a roundabout way of being with her. Yes, you had secretly desired and loved your sister for a while, and you weren't the only one it seemed. She admitted to you that she had started the relationship with your girlfriend for the same reason, even if eventually both of them had fallen in love...

You were finally left alone in this twisted world, knowing that your sister and your girlfriend loved you so much that they were about to tell you about their relationship and propose you to share a relationship with them. You would have accepted it, as twisted as it sounded, because you loved them. Except it wasn't a problem anymore because that damn virus had taken them...

At some point in your story, tears come. More or less it is while you are telling them your ordeal with that maniac, seeing how he tortured and **** that man. Then you tell them how you took refuge in the basement for a few days, or so you assumed.

"Actually it's been months." Gwen says as she looks at you with a mixture of horror and empathy.

"So you were already a fucking sick then, huh?" Lea scoffs. "Desiring your own sister is disgusting!"

Gwen opens her mouth to say something, but doesn't get a chance. In a blur of motion, Lea retrieves her knife from the ground and brings it back to your throat.

"You disgusting son of a bitch! I should kill you!" She growls those words at you just before devouring your mouth with hers. "I should want to kill you, not want you!" Then Lea points the knife at Gwen. Her gaze is filled with conflicting emotions. Anger, lust, remorse and... Love.

"Do you want to forgive him? Do you want him to **** you again? Then that's what you'll get, you sick bitch! But you'll eat me while he has his way with you!"

Leah quickly rips your clothes off while pointing the knife at you. Anger and lust fill you again, but also fear. Most fucked up of all, that mix of emotions is precisely what makes you obey, and in no time you're fucking Gwen again. Although it's not a ****, not anymore. She meets you in the middle of each thrust as she eats Lea with abandon.

"I thought I loved your submission, but I like this part of you even more, my love. You're our slut now, aren't you? You love it too... Oh fuck! Did you bite me? Fucking bitch! Do it again! God yes!"

Lea stops screaming to grab your head and kiss you roughly. You both growl into each other's mouths as you bite your tongue and lips, tearing nothing but drawing blood. The taste of it sends you into a fucking frenzy. Before any of the three of you know it, you're exploding inside a tight, throbbing, drenched Gwen as Lea pinches her own nipples and squirts all over Gwen's face, even with Gwen still biting Lea's pussy.

The next thing you know, Leah has pushed you backwards and impaled herself on you. She's finally got rid of the knife, but her face still shows that mix of conflicting emotions. Gwen, to your mutual surprise, has moved to your side and begins to comfort you both with kisses and caresses while Lea continues to ride you. When your eyes meet the three of you go through some kind of mutual understanding, and you all break at once. Your and Lea's hips jerk, giving each other the fuck of her life, but your hands and mouths become soft and gentle. The three of you cry together, knowing that the damn virus has changed you forever. Your only option from now on is to fulfill those desires often enough not to lose your mind. Lea needs to be a dominant bitch. You, a **** son of a bitch. Gwen literally needs you to **** her while Lea dominates her, but she won't submit anymore. She'll fight you two, if fighting means biting Lea's pussy and impaling herself on your dick while you penetrate her, both of which are really what you and Lea want...