Try to endure the triple penetration and wait for them to finish

Inside Second House (Witch's House), Breedmore Lane, at 10:07 PM on Friday October 31, 2024.

I try to go limp. I try to let my body simply accept what's happening — three holes filled, the enchanted water amplifying every sensation until my nervous system is a screaming wire of pleasure-pain. Just endure it. Just wait for them to finish.

But there is no "just" about any of this.

Celeste begins to fuck me with long, deliberate strokes — pulling nearly all the way out until only her fat cockhead stretches my entrance, then driving forward in one smooth thrust that bottoms out against my cervix. Each penetration sends shockwaves through my hypersensitive body, the enchanted water turning every vein on her shaft into a ribbed texture that drags across my swollen walls. I can feel her pre-cum soaking into me — a hot, tingling fluid that makes my pussy clench and release in desperate, involuntary spasms.

"There she is," Celeste groans, her hips snapping forward. "That tight little cunt trying to milk me already. You love this, don't you angel? Being stuffed full in every hole?"

I can't answer. Darius's tentacle is still buried in my throat, pulsing and writhing, secreting that honey-salt aphrodisiac that slides down my esophagus and warms my belly. My jaw aches around its girth, tears streaming from my eyes, drool running down my chin where my lips stretch obscenely around the slick appendage.

And then — something new in my ass. The tentacle already stretching my rim begins to bulge. I feel it — a round, firm pressure traveling down the length of the appendage inside me, pushing through my sphincter with deliberate slowness. An egg. Smooth, warm, roughly the size of a golf ball, deposited deep in my anal cavity with a wet pop of sensation that makes my whole body jerk.

"Mmm — one," Darius whispers against my ear. Another bulge travels down the tentacle. "Two."

The second egg pushes past my rim, joining the first, settling heavy and warm in my rectum. The fullness is obscene — my ass stuffed with tentacle and eggs, my pussy being pounded by eleven inches of magical cock, my throat fucked by a writhing appendage. I'm nothing but holes being used.

"Three," Darius counts, and a third egg slides into me, my anal walls stretching around the combined mass. "These are for my mistress. She'll fertilize them after she fills this pretty womb."

Celeste's thrusts grow faster, harder, her cock slamming against my cervix with each stroke. The water churns around us, viscous and warm, and I feel my orgasm building — unstoppable, inevitable, my body betraying me completely.

"Going to breed you, angel," Celeste snarls, her green eyes blazing with supernatural light. "Going to pump this fertile little womb so full of my cum you'll be dripping for hours. And then —" she grins, feral, "— I'm going to fertilize those eggs Darius left in your ass. You're going to lay them for me too."

Her cock swells inside me — I feel it, the final thickening, the pulse — and she buries herself to the hilt, her hips crushing against mine, the head of her cock pressed flush against my cervix as she erupts.

The first jet of magical cum hits my womb like molten gold. It's different from Marco's — electric, alive, burning with enchantment — and it floods my insides in thick, pulsing ropes that seem to go on forever. My orgasm detonates simultaneously, my pussy clamping down in crushing spasms around her shaft, my body arching in the water as I cum so hard I see stars. The enchanted cum soaks into my walls, my cervix, my very flesh — and I feel something change in my nerve endings. A permanent amplification. Every sensation sharpening to a razor's edge.

"Take it all —" Celeste howls, still pumping, still filling, her cum overflowing my womb and squirting around the seal of her cock in thick white streams that cloud the enchanted water.