Try to bargain — offer to suck Celeste's cock instead of letting her fuck your pussy

Inside Second House (Witch's House), Breedmore Lane, at 10:02 PM on Friday October 31, 2024.

"Wait — please —" I gasp, my voice pitched high and desperate as Celeste's massive cockhead presses against my entrance, smearing that hot, tingling pre-cum across my swollen lips. "I'll — I'll suck it instead. Your cock. I'll put it in my mouth, I'll make you feel good, just please don't —"

Celeste tilts her head, those luminous green eyes amused. "Oh, angel. That's adorable. You think you get to choose which hole—"

Her words are cut off by my own shriek. Darius chooses that exact moment to push a thick, slick tentacle against my asshole — and in. The penetration is sudden, the girth stretching my virgin rim wide around the slimy appendage, and my mouth flies open in a shocked gasp, my jaw dropping, my eyes going wide.

"There it is," Darius murmurs against my ear, and before I can close my mouth, another tentacle — thinner, wetter, coated in something that tastes like honey and salt — slides between my parted lips and down my throat.

I gag, my eyes watering, as the appendage pushes past my tonsils and into my esophagus. It's alive — pulsing, writhing, secreting that sweet-salty fluid that coats my throat and makes my gag reflex soften into something else entirely. My tongue presses uselessly against the slick surface as it fucks slowly into my mouth, and I can only make muffled, desperate sounds around it.

Celeste throws her head back and laughs — a full, rich sound that echoes off the candlelit walls. "Oh, darling. Darius took your mouth, and your ass is already full." She grips my hips with both hands, her long fingers digging into my flesh, and positions the leaking head of her eleven-inch cock right at my entrance. "That leaves only one hole, doesn't it?"

"Mmmmph —" I try to protest around the tentacle filling my throat, but it comes out as nothing. My eyes are streaming, my body trembling in the viscous enchanted water, every nerve ending screaming with amplified sensation.

Celeste pushes forward. Slowly. Deliberately.

The head of her cock breaches my entrance and I feel my pussy stretch around her — wider than Marco, somehow, the girth obscene, the aphrodisiac pre-cum coating her shaft making my walls burn with a pleasure so intense it's almost pain. Inch by agonizing inch, she sinks into me, the enchanted water amplifying every ridge, every vein, every throbbing pulse of her magical cock as it fills my channel.

"Tight," Celeste hisses through her teeth, her green eyes rolling back slightly. "Fuck — tighter than I expected — this little cunt was just bred and it's still squeezing me like a virgin —"

She's right. Despite Marco stretching me, despite the knot, my pussy is clenching around her with desperate intensity — the enchanted water making every sensation ten times stronger, every inch of penetration feeling like a mile. I can feel her cock everywhere — pressing against my walls, nudging my cervix as she pushes deeper, the aphrodisiac pre-cum seeping into my flesh and making my clit throb so hard I think I might cum just from the penetration alone.

Darius's tentacle in my ass begins to thrust in counterpoint — slow, deep strokes that push against Celeste's cock through the thin wall separating my channels. The dual fullness is overwhelming, my body impossibly stuffed, every hole occupied and being used.

"Three holes," Celeste groans, bottoming out inside me, her thick cockhead pressed flush against my cervix. "Three perfect little holes, all full. Now we can really begin."