Hercules

The car stopped in the middle of the forest, the door opened, revealing Hercules watching the Amazon and the sorceress.

• I'm joining the dance. I can't stand watching you two play alone anymore. Come here, Wonder Woman!

He pulled Diana by the buttocks as Circe, amused, stretched out on their sofa so Wonder Woman could continue licking her clitoris. Hercules thrust into Diana, taking her breath away.

Hercules penetrated Diana with a powerful stroke, making her cry out involuntarily, her submissive body arching under the brutality of the embrace. The magic whip burned around her waist, forcing her not to break her tongue on Circe's clitoris, even under the demigod's savage thrusts.

“Keep going, female dog,” Circe growled, yanking Diana’s hair as Hercules gripped Wonder Woman’s hips, slamming her against him with a **** that shook the vehicle.

Hercules’s thrusts were brutal; a mere woman would have had her genitals devastated, but that didn’t stop her suffering, as the whip **** her to continue obeying.

Diana moaned against Circe’s clitoris, each thrust of Hercules shaking her violently, her hips slapping against the demigod’s muscular thighs. The magical whip pulsed, searing her skin with each silent command that **** her not to falter, her tongue continuing its relentless work despite the blows that tore stifled sobs from her.

Circe sneered, her fingers digging into Diana’s dark curls as she arched her back, demanding even more from her mouth.

Suddenly Circe arched her back under the spasms of pleasure that coursed through her.

• Ah yes, that's good, little female dog...

"Lick it, again, don't stop!" Circe gasped, her fingers digging into Diana's scalp as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Wonder Woman's tongue, despite Hercules' brutal thrusts, didn't slow down, obeying the burning command of the whip.

Hercules groaned, his massive hands gripping Diana's hips, almost lifting her with each thrust. He had little regard for Wonder Woman's pleasure; his goal was to ejaculate inside her, to humiliate her, to **** her.

His powerful hands pinned her against him, each thrust a test of her endurance. Diana felt her own body betray her will, her muscles trembling under the relentless ****, while her tongue continued to circle Circe's clitoris, still under the burning grip of the whip.

Hercules dug his fingers into Diana's hips, holding her mercilessly in place as he quickened his pace, each thrust deeper, more bestial. Sweat dripped down his sculpted torso, mingling with the Amazon's muffled moans, her mouth never leaving Circe's throbbing sex.

Diana received the fruit of Circe's pleasure, a small spurt of precum as Circe reached the apotheosis of her ecstasy. She held Diana against her sex, making her drink and flooding her with pleasure, while Hercules, seeing this, experienced a surge of pleasure, thrusting even harder into her. Diana began to see stars; it was too much for her.

Diana felt Circe's acrid taste flood her mouth as the sorceress writhed beneath her, her fingers clenched in her hair. The whip burned harder, throbbing with each of the sorceress's gasps, forcing Diana to swallow every drop as Hercules pounded into her mercilessly. Her own hips were marked by the demigod's grip, his fingers digging bruises into her flesh.

Hercules growled like an animal, his bulging muscles straining to the limit as he slammed Diana against him with a **** that shook the leather seat. Wonder Woman's breath came in short, ragged gasps, each thrust eliciting a muffled moan against Circe's still-throbbing sex. The sorceress, her eyes half-closed, slipped a hand into Diana's hair to hold her there, demanding she clean up every trace of her pleasure with her tongue.

The whip **** her to obey, even pushing her own boundaries. Her trembling muscles had **** but to submit. Diana felt the languor of exhaustion creep over her, but the magic whip pulsed against her skin, commanding her to continue, to lick, to swallow, even as her own tears mingled with Circe's fluids. Her jaws were numb, her throat burning, but she couldn't stop—not while the whip held her will in check.

Hercules braced himself, thrusting his penis even deeper into Diana's bruised vagina, as he ejaculated inside her with a cry of victory.

Hercules' ejaculation engulfed Diana in a searing heat. His relentless embrace plunged deep inside her, ensuring not a single drop escaped her trembling body. The whip around her waist blazed scarlet, compelling her to continue licking Circe's glistening folds, her own vision blurring with overstimulation. The sorceress arched her back with a sigh, pressing Diana's face harder against her, smearing a viscous substance across her chin as Hercules' semen trickled down her thighs.