Beg for more

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 11:45 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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The words spill from my lips before I can second-guess them, my voice hoarse and desperate. "Mira—please use my mouth—Selene, prepare my ass—I'm knotted, I can't move—please just finish faster—"

Mira's expression transforms instantly—the guilt still there, but overshadowed by raw need. Her massive cock bobs heavily as she shifts position, moving around to kneel directly in front of my face. Up close, I can see every detail of the mottled pink-and-white shaft, the thick veins pulsing, the clear fluid leaking steadily from her flared tip.

"Open wide," Mira whispers, one hand gently cupping my chin. Despite everything, there's tenderness in her touch. "I'll try not to choke you too badly."

Behind me, Tasha is still locked deep inside my pussy, her knot preventing any movement. She's grinding slowly, rhythmically, each motion sending another weak spurt of cum into my already-overflowing womb. I can feel my belly pressing against the ground now, visibly distended.

"Finally," Selene breathes, moving to position herself behind Tasha. The angel futa's pale fingers trail down my spine, following the curve of my ass. "I've been waiting for this tight little hole."

I force my jaw open, and Mira pushes forward immediately. Her cockhead fills my mouth completely—she's so thick my lips stretch painfully around her girth. The taste is different from Kara's—less bitter, slightly sweeter, with the musky underlying scent of aroused cowgirl.

"Good girl," Mira murmurs, feeding me another inch. "Just breathe through your nose. I'll go slow."

But at the same moment, I feel Selene's fingers pressing against my asshole—exploring, testing. I've never been touched there before, never even considered it, and the sensation makes my whole body tense involuntarily.

"She's clenched tight," Selene observes, her voice strained with need. "ARIA, can I use lubricant?"

The holographic avatar appears closer now, examining the scene with clinical interest. "Lubricant is authorized to prevent rectal tearing. Compartment seven, fence post."

Selene retrieves a tube and I hear the wet sound of her slicking her fingers. Then those cool, lubed digits are pressing against my virgin asshole again—one finger slowly, inexorably pushing inside.

The invasion is shocking. My whole body tries to reject it, muscles clenching, but Tasha's knot keeps me locked in place and Mira's cock prevents me from crying out. All I can do is whimper around the thick shaft filling my mouth as Selene's finger penetrates deeper.

"So fucking tight," Selene groans. "This is going to feel incredible."

Mira starts to thrust—shallow movements that drag her cock across my tongue. "Suck," she instructs gently. "Use your tongue. Like you did with our nipples—remember?"

I try. God help me, I try to create suction, to move my tongue against her shaft even as Selene works a second finger into my ass and Tasha continues grinding her knot against my cervix.

"She's doing it," Mira pants, her hips moving faster. "She's actually—fuck—actually trying to make us cum—"