Corruption of the 2

Webby purred, her fingers tracing slow, teasing lines down Dewey’s chest as she kept him pinned beneath her. His breath came in shallow gasps, torn between fear and something far more dangerous—arousal. Behind her, Lena and Violet prowled forward, their corrupted gazes locked onto Gosalyn, who was still pressed against the headboard, her feathers puffed up in alarm. Lena was the first to reach her, her fingers curling possessively around Gosalyn’s wrist. As Violet reached seconds after, she started stripping her, making quick work of her cloths as Gosalyn squirmed helplessly between them. "W-Wait—stop!

Gosalyn gasped as Lena and Violet stripped her bare, their corrupted fingers gliding over her tan feathers with possessive hunger. She writhed between them, but their grip was ironclad—Lena’s feathered fingers tracing teasing patterns down her sides while Violet kisses at her neck, making her shudder. Dewey, still pinned beneath Webby, swallowed hard as he watched, torn between panic and arrousel , Webby noticed, her lips curling into a knowing smirk as she leaned down, her breath hot against his beak. "See something you like?" she murmured, grinding against him deliberately.

Webby’s smirk widened as she felt Dewey’s body respond beneath her. “That’s what I thought,” she purred, before crushing her beak against his in a deep, corruptive kiss. Dewey groaned, his resistance crumbling as the lust virus seeped into him through her kiss, her taste. His hands—once frozen in shock—now clawed at her back, pulling her closer as the corruption took root. Behind them, Gosalyn’s protests dissolved into ragged gasps as Lena and Violet worked in tandem, their corrupted hands mapping every inch of her exposed body.

Lena’s grip tightened as she dragged her tongue along Gosalyn’s collarbone, drawing a sharp whimper from the struggling duck. Violet’s hands slid lower, cupping Gosalyn’s thighs and forcing them apart with a predatory hum. "Resistance is pointless," Violet murmured , her voice dripping with corrupted amusement. "You'll enjoy this soon enough." Gosalyn’s breath hitched —Her protests died in her throat when Violet’s fingers finally dipped between her legs, stroking with practiced precision.

Gosalyn arched with a choked cry as Violet’s fingers worked her mercilessly, her thighs trembling against the bed. Lena’s beak scraped down her neck, biting just hard enough to make her gasp—while behind them, Webby finally released Dewey’s beak, her own breathing ragged. “My turn,” she growled, rolling her hips against his trapped length. Dewey’s restraint shattered. With a snarl, he flipped them, pinning Webby beneath him—his feathers now fully ruffled, his body bare and burning with need. Webby laughed breathlessly, spreading her legs wider in invitation. “Finally,” she purred. He didn’t hesitate.

Dewey’s fingers dug into the sheets as he thrust into Webby, her laughter melting into moans beneath him. The lust virus pulsed through his veins, sharpening every sensation—her heat, her feathers against his, the way her body arched to meet his every movement. Beside them, Gosalyn’s resistance was crumbling. Lena’s beak traced the curve of her beak while Violet’s fingers curled deeper inside her, coaxing out shuddering gasps. "You do like this," Lena taunted,"I can feel how wet you are."

Gosalyn whimpered, her body betraying her as pleasure coiled tighter with every skilled stroke of Violet’s fingers. Lena’s tongue flicked out her free hand groping roughly at Gosalyn’s breast. “Stop—fighting it,” Lena murmured “You’re ours now.” She says as her back connects with Gosalyen s in a passinate, yet corruptive kiss Dewey’s hips snapped forward, driving himself deeper into Webby as her hands raked down his back. She threw her head back with a cry, her thighs locking around him. “More—” she gasped The corruption surged through Dewey, his vision tinged as he lost himself in the rhythm., his eyes going black like Webby’s.