She's a little bit of heaven with a wild side

Holly bit her lip as she watched Nick pleasure Mary and Morgana, burning with envy, desire, and sheer disgust in her own worthlessness, that she couldn’t be up there on the bed with them.

Now, in her heart, Holly knew that her feelings weren’t really rooted in fact. Nick treasured her in his own way, and as hot as it was to imagine that she was a pathetic loser who didn’t deserve any of that, she knew that she wasn’t as disgusting as she liked to imagine she was.

But seeing the two gorgeous women up there with the man she loved, accepting his desires in a way that her scrawny frame never would have been able to… it just hit all the right buttons for her. She moaned in desire and scraped at the chastity belt between her legs, finding the way that the three of them had just completely forgotten her presence so unbearably hot!

Nick was clearly exhausted, and Holly wasn’t surprised. He’d had a pretty intense day, having to be on guard the whole time to make sure that he didn’t set of Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, or inadvertently give Cinder any orders. It was obvious that what he wanted to do now more than anything was just go to sleep and get a nice, long rest.

Mary and Morgana were having none of it.

“I’ll be going first,” Nick’s wife boldly proclaimed, climbing atop him and resting that plush bubble butt of hers- one of her only bodily features she’d begun the show with- right on his reviving erection.

Nick groaned, bucking his hips unconsciously. He really wanted a rest, but Mary’s ass just felt so nice rubbing against him, he couldn’t resist.

“It’s only fair,” the redhead continued, her eyes blazing with desire. “As his wife, I reserve the right to have him first for the night. You’re fine with that, right, Morgana?”

She didn’t even look at the goth as she made her declaration. She couldn’t take her eyes off her husband.

“Yeah… that’s fine…” Morgana’s pale skin was flushed from her orgasm, and she was a little short of breath. She wiped her sweat-drenched bangs off her forehead and leaned back on the bed for a brief rest- a courtesy her partner in crime was denying their lover. “I’m still a little wiped from that last bout… have him all to yourself.”

She was eager to see what Mary would do with him anyway. When the two of them had screwed each other’s brains out at their wedding, Morgana had been too scandalized and timid to watch most of it, brave enough only to peak through her fingers slightly. But now she was far more comfortable with sexuality, and she had a front row seat- she wasn’t about to miss this for the world.

“I think this is called the cowgirl position,” Mary said as she raised her hips, peering down at Nick with a crooked smile on her face. She wasn’t just being coy- she really didn’t know much when it came to sex, even though she liked it so much. “I think that’s rather ironic, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” Nick groaned. It wasn’t quite clear to Holly whether he was answering Mary’s question, or just responding to the amazing sensation of her drooling pussy rubbing up and down his raging cockhead.

Mary bit her lip and shifted her hips slightly. She continued to grind against him, nipping at the head of his dick with her folds as she got him nice and lubed up with her juices. Then she braced herself, and slowly sank down onto him.

His head popped inside and they moaned in unison.

“F-fuck!” Nick couldn’t hold back. Mary may have wanted to go slow (though he doubted it) but he couldn’t handle slow- it was agonizing! As soon as he felt the warmth of her walls wrap around him, he needed more! He thrust up with everything he had as she came crashing down into his lap, and in an instant his shaft filled her entirely.

They both shook like they’d been struck by lightning.

“Ah! OH! YES! MMMM! HONEY!” Mary threw back her hair and moaned, her pigtails coming loose as she whipped her head around in a frenzy. She could have sex with her husband a thousand times, and she would never get over how right it felt. He fit inside her like a hand in a glove, but even more than that, it was like their hearts had linked together in a way that surpassed physicality.

More. She wanted so much more. She wanted to ride him hard and fast and feel every inch of him run wild inside her, but the position they were in made that difficult. Mary’s overwhelming lust commanded that she take the lead, so take the lead she did, pinning Nick to the bed and riding him. But that’s where it ended.

If she wanted more, she would need to take it for herself. Nick couldn’t exactly control the pace with her on top of him. But the only problem was, to do that, Mary would have to do the unthinkable.

She would actually have to lift herself off of that wonderful, glorious cock of his.

It seemed sacrilegious. Blasphemous! To remove even one inch of this cock from her pussy would be tantamount to rejecting her husband’s desires!

His shaft suddenly throbbed inside her, as if confirming her concerns. She just couldn’t deny him the moist richness of her honeypot and live with herself!

“Ahn!”

“Fuck, Mary, you’re so tight!” Nick grunted, bucking up inside her even harder. Mary shook on top of him, and a poisonous seed of doubt began to wriggle its way into her heart.

Are you really being serious right now? Saying that you can’t even rise off him just a little, so you two can fuck? It’s going to be amazing!

Calling some sanity back into her mind, Mary braced her hips, and slowly started to rise. His throbbing cock scrape out her insides made bursts of pleasure shoot through her body, and it took everything she had to hold on.

“Fuck… you’re so hot and hard…” Mary drooled all over herself as she rose up a little higher. Soon enough though, she reached the point where her legs just refused to listen. He still had about half his cock buried inside her, and that just wasn’t enough for her gluttonous pussy. Now that her mind and body were on the same page, she gleefully slammed her hips back down, and buried him fully inside her again.

“HYAAAAHNNN!” Mary wailed like a banshee as she felt his cock press up against her g-spot, and she arched her back. Her milky tits went wild, flying all over the place as she raised herself off his shaft again, her prior doubts a fading memory.

No… feeling his cock going wild inside her? That mattered far more to her than whatever else was happening in the room right now.

Meanwhile, for Nick, he couldn’t believe the amount of pleasure that was assaulting his senses. He focused on conserving his strength, and let Mary fuck herself on his shaft as he leaned back against the pillows and watched her run wild on his cock. She was a whirlwind of sweaty flesh and red hair as she bobbed up and down furiously, squeezing him with everything she had. Her folds felt just as clingy and possessive as their owner at her worst, and even though Mary was the one lifting her hips it felt like he had to struggle just to extricate himself from her insides.

“Oh man…” Morgana panted in his ear, digging her fingers into her pussy. “This is so fucking hot… Mary… she’s amazing…”

Her words burrowed their way into Nick’s mind, and caused his vision to fog. He could barely concentrate as he felt his libido spike, and a surge of strength shot through him. He bucked his hips up, meeting Mary just at the point she started to descend, and for a moment the two stopped moving.

“C-CUMMING!” Mary wailed as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body trembled and shook as she fucked herself even harder on his raging cock, spraying the bed with milk as her tits jiggled like ripe fruits before his eyes. Feeling another sudden burst of energy Nick pushed himself up and grabbed her boobs in his hands, giving them a nice squeeze to help her along the way to her orgasm.

The results were fast and brutal.

“HAY! HYIAAAAH! HYEEEEEEE!” Mary’s screams could have cracked glass as she wailed and thrashed, wrapping her arms around his back and hugging him close, squashing her breasts into his chest and mixing his sweat with her milk. She tilted her head back and her lips met his in a sloppy kiss, silencing herself with his tongue as she made out with him.

Nick was amazed that Mary still had so much energy. He didn’t have a clue how many orgasms she’d weathered tonight, but it had to be at least three. It felt like every time he caressed her bouncy flesh, he’d send her on another orgasmic tailspin, and yet she just kept coming back for more.

He saw a flash of black out of the corner of his eye; Morgana digging into her pussy and shaking in delight. After he finished with Mary, he’d have to please her next, wouldn’t he? And he doubted there’d be a break in between.

Nick took a deep breath, and let of his wife’s breasts. He grabbed her waist instead, reciprocating her hug, and began to bounce her even harder in his lap. With his newfound momentum and leverage he could really start bearing down on her, hitting all the spots inside he knew would drive her wild.

“Ha! HA! OH FUCK! RIGHT THERE! PLEASE PLEASEPLEASPLEASLEPLSHSHSEALL…” She was babbling into his ear at that point, and he could feel the energy leaving her body. She rested her head on his shoulder as he kept fucking her, and the only movement she made was the clenching of her vagina in orgasm.

There was no big fanfare or climactic moment- there had been too many of those already in short succession. But he could feel her exhaustion in his arms and when he let her go, she slid off of his dick and flopped over in bed beside him, her face locked in a dazed and dizzy expression.

“Heh… yesh… purrfect…” Mary mumbled, twitching slightly every couple of seconds. It looked like she had brain damage, and Nick really hoped they hadn’t done anything to harm the baby. But he knew Dakota wouldn’t let anything like that happen.

And right now… there were more important things to focus his attention on.

Nick felt his strength already returning as he turned to his other bedmate. Morgana gazed up into his eyes, and her lips twisted into a crooked, gleeful smile.

He didn’t even have to say a word- she was already moving into the position she wanted to get fucked in. It was a familiar one- Morgana got onto all fours and shook her ass towards him like a bitch in heat, glancing over her shoulder and pleading with her eyes as she panted in excitement.

“Please…” She whispered as she bucked her hips, fucking herself silly on an invisible dick.

That was all the encouragement Nick needed. He didn’t even bother wiping Mary’s juices off his shaft, he just sat up and crawled over to the goth, and seized her by the hips. He was amazed. How could such meaty hips be attached to a waist so thin? She’d clearly had some unrealistic expectations when she fed from Mary’s teat.

In spite of the unnatural proportions of Morgana’s curvy body, she still felt familiar in his arms. Her waist may have been slimmer and her hips a little narrower; she may not have had the same meat on her bones. But she was hot for him in a way that he thirsted for like nothing else, and he found himself aching with desire as he pushed his hard cock into her sopping wet folds.

“Oh! YES! I missed this soooo much!” Morgana moaned, throwing back her head and slamming her ass into his crotch. It was a good thing she had so much cushioning, because the **** of her impact nearly knocked the air out of his lungs.

Nick responded by slamming even harder into her in return.

“Fuck, this body of yours… it seems like you kept all the best parts when Mary transformed you, huh?” Nick was a little meaner when he fucked Morgana, remembering how rough she’d liked it back when they last made love. He gave her a few playful swats on the ass that drove her wild, and she bucked even harder against him as she moaned in agreement.

“Yes! I wanted… I wanted the perfect body for you! For you to fuck!” Morgana howled, shaking and flinging her hips against him with all her might. It was such a cartoonish exaggeration that Nick wasn’t even sure it was natural- almost like she was putting on a show for him. “I wanted to… to become your perfect little goth fucktoy… the perfect woman to share you with your wife!”

“Well, mission fucking accomplished!” Nick let a little more venom into his voice as he swatted her ass again, getting a little harder this time. He remembered her newest transformation, and knew that whatever he did to her, she’d be fine come morning. If he was a really sick bastard he could have done worse, but he really didn’t like hurting his partners.

Even when they really, really enjoyed it, as Morgana seemed to.

“My breasts… hah… they’re milky now… and so full… so big…” Morgana panted, trying to keep herself upright as her tits swung beneath her. She had the desire, but not the stamina; her strength was flagging and it was all she could do to hold herself up. Any minute now, her arms would give in and she’d flop onto the two big pillows hanging from her chest.

But until that happened, she was going to keep fucking him with all she had.

“I fucking love your tits,” Nick growled, wishing he had a better view of them. That was one of the downsides of doggystyle, he could only partially see her breasts bouncing below them. “They’re so big… and they were already big before! What’s the matter with you!? Do you just want to be a cow, like Mary? Is that it?”

“M… mooooooooo!” Morgana mooed in response, her eyes rolling back into her head as she arched her back. Nick just shook his head in disbelief.

Then he heard the rustle of movement beside him, seconds before Mary popped up beside Morgana, fully-recovered with a coy grin on her lips.

“Dear…” she breathed, batting her eyelashes, “if it’s breasts you want… you can always look at mine, you know.”

She tucked her arm under her chest and hoisted her leaking tits up like she was presenting them on a tray for Nick’s discernment. He swallowed and groaned, feeling Morgana clench down on him even harder.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he grunted, slamming even harder into the goth fucktoy in front of him. “You two are such a perfect match!”

“I know…” Mary gasped, glancing briefly down at the quivering goth beside her. “She wanted to be just like me… even her little pigtails are like mine.”

Mary curled her fingers through Morgana’s black locks, the goth’s twintails clinging to her sweat-drenched back like two rivers of midnight. Then she bunched them up into her fist and tugged, yanking her head back.

“Hyaaaahn!” Morgana squealed like a pig and soaked Nick’s crotch with her juices, nearly cumming then and there.

“My hair isn’t long enough,” Mary said, almost remorseful. “I know you like short hair, Nick… but variety is the spice of life, isn’t it?”

If not for the fog of sex covering them, Nick would have found such comments from the usually-vanilla Mary to be hilarious. She hardly cooked with anything but the most basic seasonings! …But she raised a valid point.

“Come on… what’s the point of tying up her hair like that if you’re not even going to make use of it?” Mary goaded him, passing Nick the reins. Before he realized it, he had both of Morgana’s twintails firmly in his grasp, and the goth girl fucking even harder against his cock.

He grimaced, forcing himself to endure the **** clamping of her walls as he squeezed down hard, and pulled her hair back.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHNNNNNNNN!” Morgana moaned louder than she ever had before. Her crimson eyes rolled back into her head as her arms gave out, and she flopped forward onto the bed. Or she would have, at least, if not for the firm grip Nick had on her hair, keeping her head up while fucking into her. She was a helpless bystander to her own fucking, not even able to support her own weight anymore as she let Nick manhandle her with everything he had and tried to hold on.

“Sho good… it hurts… so good!” Morgana hadn’t been much for pain before this- save for a few saucy spankings and the like the last time they’d fucked.

But Nick grabbing her by the hair like this? Treating her so animalistically, like she was just a set of holes to fuck?

She had never felt anything like this before, and she was SO glad that her image of Nick’s perfect wife had included a bit of a hair change. She’d thought at the time that what he’d liked most about the twintails was that he could see her gorgeous face.

Now she knew better.

“I’m just your- FUCK! YES! –your fucking goth fucktoy… fuck! Use me, please, aaangh! I can’t… can’t hold-! Nick, please, master, yes!” Morgana’s hips bounced and clapped as her milky flesh rippled against him like seafoam in a storm, drenching the sheets below in sweat. Her vision was blurry and she could hardly think straight. She was a novice compared to Mary, even with her upgrades, and she was so out of it she couldn’t even focus on keeping her voice even to make use of her transformation.

No- she’d completely lost herself to the pleasure at this point, and she didn’t want to be found until long after this was older.

“Pull her harder…” Mary panted, fucking herself on her fingers as she met Holly’s gaze from across the room. Both women were on the same page, this was some of the hottest stuff they’d ever seen! Mary had never been a fan of sharing her husband before, but now, seeing him fuck another woman up close like this, seeing just how manly and masculine he was, treating the teasing goth like the slutty set of holes she wanted to be?

Part of her could see why her best friend got such a rush out of this.

“I’m… I’m cummingh…” Morgana rasped, stating the painfully obvious. Nick couldn’t even feel the orgasms stopping at this point. She’d given up the exaggerated gyrating and shaking, and at this point it was only his thrusts and her momentum driving them closer and closer to Nick’s inevitable climax. And it promised to be a big, sticky one.

Just as Mary and Morgana both hoped.

“Just a little bit more,” Mary panted, slipping behind her husband and devouring his neck with kisses as she caressed her chest. “You just have to keep going… finish inside her… it’s what she wants more than anything… what I want… what you want-!”

“Yeah, that’s… fuck… that’s-!” Nick couldn’t imagine any other conclusion to this. He was going to keep pounding that fat gothicc booty like there was no tomorrow! He’d fuck her until all the strength left his body, and sprayed up deep inside her! Filling her up until she was thick and fat with his children, just like Mary was-!

Wait… no… that… that isn’t what she wants, is it?

It was definitely what Mary wanted though.

“Do it!” She hissed into his ear. “Fill her up! Turn that slutty pussy into your goth breeding bag, and flood her with your baby batter! That’s what women like us are for, don’t you get it!? To spread your seed… to fill the world with perfect little boys and girls just like you, my love… oh… fuck! Yes… I know that’s what you want… and it’s what she wants too, just ask her!”

Mary slapped Morgana hard on the ass to get her attention. The goth let out a yelp and stiffened up.

“Yes! Oh, yes, please!” She moaned, her strength returning momentarily for a few thrusts back onto Nick’s pulsing shaft. He was quickly reaching the end, and Morgana wasn’t helping matters.

“Fuck… you… you really…?” Nick couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Morgana seriously wanted him to knock her up!? “But you’re only a teenager, fuck!”

“Yes! If it’ll make me your perfect woman… I don’t mind! Turn me into your little teenage babymomma!” Morgana babbled like a fool, not having a clue what she was signing up for. She was so lost in the moment that all she knew was that the words coming out of her mouth made her even hotter and more turned on, and they made her partner fuck her even harder in turn.

If it meant she could get even another minute of pleasure this intense, she’d bear Nick a whole litter of babies, she didn’t fucking care.

“Fuck… this is so twisted… and so fucking hot…” Holly moaned, squirming in delight. “Please Morgana! Please, let me cum!”

“Fuck! Yes, go on and cum you bitch!” Morgana howled, treating Holly far more harshly than she ever would normally. “Fucking cum as your master knocks me up, like he never would with you!”

“Oh, fuck! This is so fucking hot!” Mary’s brain was high on pregnancy hormones, and all she could think about was how sexy it would be for her and Morgana to have matching baby bellies. Comparing each other as they swelled, admiring their curves in the mirror… fuck, she wanted that future now! And screw what Morgana thought, Holly would look just as sexy as either of them, with her petite little figure **** to bloat with Nick’s brood.

“YESSSH! FUCKING YES! FINALLY!” Holly had never imagined it would happen, but with Morgana’s permission she could finally be free. She came all over her chastity belt as she bucked her head, howling in gratitude. “This is the fucking best! Twisting shy little Morgana so much, getting her to agree to become master’s broodbitch… FUCK!”

As Holly continued to ramble about how hot she found the idea of Morgana getting knocked up, her exclamations shook something loose in Nick’s mind.

Wait… that’s right… Morgana, she’s still under the influence of Mary’s milk. He’d gotten so lost in the plush goth curves before him and gotten so enraptured by the tag team they’d put on tonight that he’d nearly forgotten that the goth sexpot he was fucking wasn’t the real Morgana. As much as she wanted to be with him, she’d been altered by Mary’s milk.

She may have consented to a lot of things… but pregnancy?

The thought of shy Morgana waking up pregnant flashed through his mind like a danger sign even as his body went over the edge.

“UNNGG! Fuck!” For a moment, he didn’t care. He really didn’t. Screw Morgana, if she didn’t want to get pregnant than she shouldn’t have drank Mary’s fucking milk! This was what HER view of his perfect wife was anyway, right!?

But common sense prevailed in the end, and even though every bone in his body was screaming at him to just let this happen, he summoned the last bit of his willpower and yanked his dick free from her ravenous folds moments before he let loose the load he’d been building since he started fucking his wife.

“Aaahn!” Morgana as Nick emptied his semen all over the goth girl’s back, covering her pale skin in an even brighter white sheen.

“Ohn…” Mary let out a disappointed groan as she watched all that delicious seed go to waste. How many pale, black-haired babies could Nick have fathered with that shot!? She couldn’t contain her frustration, and the orgasm she’d been building to herself sprayed in ruin on the bed as her hands fell to her sides.

“Hah… hah… that… that was way too close…” Nick’s head was still a swirl of desire and frustration and steaming sex. His body had wanted him to cum inside, and having been denied that, it refused to grant him the burst of satisfaction a completed orgasm would have given.

That was something for Nick to unpack later, though. Right now, he was far too exhausted to think any deeper on the matter, and decided that working out those issues would be a problem for his morning self to solve. Finally allowed to rest, he collapsed into bed, leaving Morgana to curl up at his feet as his wife slumped over beside him.

Threesome! (Morgana) +10 VP