Susan regains consciousness... slightly

Susan ya no sabía dónde terminaba el dolor y dónde comenzaba el placer.

Todo su mundo se había reducido a la sensación abrumadora de ser llena, estirada, reclamada desde dos direcciones al mismo tiempo. El coño, que había conocido solo la ternura elástica y cuidadosa de Reed, ahora estaba siendo invadido por una polla gruesa, venosa y brutal que golpeaba su interior con una fuerza animal que la hacía sentir pequeña, frágil, rota. Cada embestida de Kragor desde abajo la empujaba hacia arriba, hacia la polla de Tharn que la penetraba por detrás, y cada retirada de Tharn creaba un vacío momentáneo que Kragor llenaba de inmediato con una violencia que le robaba el aliento.

Pensaba, o intentaba pensar, entre las oleadas de calor que subían por su vientre.

Esto no puede estar pasando. Esto no es real.

Pero era real. El sudor verde y salado que goteaba sobre su piel era real. El olor intenso y animal que llenaba sus pulmones era real. El peso aplastante de dos cuerpos masculinos verdes sobre ella era real. La sensación de ser completamente abierta, expuesta, usada, era tan real que le quemaba las mejillas de vergüenza incluso mientras su cuerpo traicionero respondía con contracciones involuntarias, apretándose alrededor de ambas pollas como si quisiera retenerlas dentro.

Reed…

El nombre de su esposo apareció en su mente como un faro lejano, un recuerdo de amor, de respeto, de noches en las que él se detenía si ella solo susurraba “despacio”. Reed nunca la había tomado así. Nunca la habría tomado así. Y esa certeza la golpeó con una culpa abrasadora: porque su cuerpo, este cuerpo que había sido solo de Reed, ahora estaba respondiendo a dos violadores con una humedad creciente, con espasmos que no podía controlar, con gemidos que escapaban de su garganta sin permiso.

No… no quiero esto…

Pero el pensamiento se rompía cada vez que Tharn empujaba profundo en su recto ahora dilatado, el anillo hinchado y sensible palpitando alrededor de su grosor, enviando descargas de placer oscuro que subían por su espina dorsal hasta explotar detrás de sus ojos. Y cuando Kragor respondía desde abajo, llenando su coño hasta el fondo, la fricción entre las dos pollas a través de la pared interna era tan intensa que su mente se quedaba en blanco por un segundo, solo sensación pura, solo calor, solo la conciencia cruda de ser usada como un objeto de placer.

Soy Invisible Woman. Soy científica. Soy esposa. Soy… soy…

Las palabras se deshilachaban. La identidad que había construido durante años —heroína, compañera, mente brillante— se resquebrajaba bajo el asalto constante de placer forzado. Cada vez que intentaba aferrarse a un recuerdo de su vida anterior (el laboratorio, la risa de Johnny, la mano de Reed en su cintura), una embestida sincronizada la arrancaba de vuelta al presente, al sudor, al olor, al sonido húmedo de carne contra carne, al peso de dos machos que la reclamaban como suya.

And the worst part, what made her want to scream and cry at the same time, was that her body was starting to give out.

She felt her cunt become more lubricated with each movement, how the inner walls contracted, seeking more friction, how her hips—despite her own resistance—moved in small, instinctive circles that better welcomed the invading cocks. She felt her swollen clit brush against Kragor's green pubis with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure that gathered in her belly like a storm about to erupt. She felt her rectum throb around Tharn, no longer resisting, but accepting, opening wider with each withdrawal only to suck him back in.

No… please… I don't want to come…

The thought was a silent, **** scream. Because she knew he was close. The hot knot in her belly tightened with each unsynchronized movement, with each indirect friction between the two cocks that filled her to the brim. She knew that her body, betrayed by the poison and by months of abstinence, was about to explode in an orgasm she didn't want, couldn't allow, that would be the final surrender to these monsters.

Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, disappearing into the sweat that coated her skin. She tried to think of Reed again, of his soft voice, of his love. But the image faded beneath the weight of the green bodies, beneath the relentless rhythm that fucked her from both sides, beneath the rising heat that threatened to consume her entirely.

Somewhere deep in her mind, a small, terrified voice whispered:

What if I like him?

And that question, more than the cocks that filled her, was what truly terrified her.

The rhythm of the two Goraks became erratic, wild, as if an invisible prey had broken the last chain of their restraint. Kragor growled against Susan's breasts, his mouth full of soft flesh, his fangs grazing her skin as her hips rose violently from below, plunging his thick cock to the hilt again and again, the bulbous head pressing against the entrance to her womb with each deep thrust. Tharn, behind, panted against her nape, his extensible tongue licking the salty sweat from her neck as he thrust with uncontrolled ****, his young cock burying itself to the balls in her dilated, slick rectum, touching a deep, sensitive curve—the bottom of her sigmoid colon—that made Susan arch between them in involuntary spasms, her body responding to a dark, forbidden pleasure that her mind rejected with horror.

The climax hit them almost simultaneously.

Kragor was the first to break. A guttural roar escaped his throat, vibrating against the blonde's breasts as his cock swelled to its maximum, the head forcing the narrow entrance of her cervix with a deep, wet pop. It entered her womb, the tip plowing its way into the sacred, virgin space, and there it spilled: thick, hot jets of greenish-white semen sprayed the inside of her matrix with pulsating ****, painting the pink walls a strange, milky hue, filling her until the excess began to overflow around its base, dripping down her swollen labia majora and staining Kragor's green abdomen.

Tharn felt the indirect contraction of Susan's womb pressing against his own cock through the thin wall, and that brought him to the edge. He roared victoriously, his fangs baring in a savage grin as he buried himself to the balls one last time, his head touching that deep, curved area at the back of her rectum. He came with a violent shudder, his young, abundant semen spurting in powerful jets that flooded her anus and beyond: filling her lower rectum, surging up her sigmoid colon in hot, thick waves, marking every inch of her rear end with the greenish-white seed of the Gorak.

And then, surprisingly—treacherously—Susan also came.

Her body, pushed beyond its limits by the double invasion and the accumulated **** pleasure, exploded in a devastating orgasm. Her cunt contracted tightly around Kragor's cock, sucking in the seed that still oozed from him, while a hot, abundant stream of feminine juices escaped her labia majora like a waterfall, soaking Kragor's abdomen and green pubis in a clear, glistening deluge. Her rectum throbbed around Tharn, squeezing his cock in rhythmic spasms that milked out every last drop of semen, the dark pleasure rising up her spine until it exploded behind her eyes in white light. A long, broken cry escaped her throat, her body arching between the two men in a climax that left her trembling, exhausted, broken.

Finally, both men collapsed.

Kragor fell back onto the furs, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy gasps, his cock still buried deep in Susan's now-flooded cunt, semen slowly oozing around the base. Tharn collapsed onto her back, the young weight crushing her against Kragor, his cock still throbbing in her full rectum, excess semen trickling down her inner thighs in thick, greenish-white strands.

Susan was crushed between them, her perfect body of white flesh wrapped in a sandwich of sweaty green skin, her chest heaving with rapid, ragged breaths, her eyes closing again as unconsciousness claimed her once more, mercifully, carrying her away from the overwhelming smell of sex, the sticky heat of the seed inside her, the weight of two satisfied males who had marked her as their own.

And barely an hour had passed.