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He pressed a kiss to her mons before using his hands to spread her open. Her hungry hole pulsed and leaked under his gaze. Eager for his cock. His tongue. His fingers. Desperate for any sort of attention he would give.
His olules took full advantage of the way he held her open. One of them immediately wrapped around her clit, stinging and stroking it at full power. Sophie screamed, her entire body jumping. He tightened his grip on her legs, pushing them up to not only spread her further, giving his olules the space they needed, but also to push her into the bed. Keep her still and vulnerable as his stinging tentacles began stroking all the sensitive, soft flesh.
Chapter 39
Sophie
He was stinging her pussy. Not with the lighter sting of his ovules, but with the full sting of his olules! Each touch was an electric shock to the most sensitive part of her body. The overwhelming stimulation made her want to thrash and scream, but his firm grip meant she could only do the latter as the agonizing pleasure struck her with each painful caress.
Then, his olules found the entrance of her pussy and she didn’t even notice the homemade pornos still playing on loop overhead.
The sting at the soft, pink skin stole her breath, froze her in place. But she wasn’t even given a chance to adjust to that before one of them was shoved deep inside her. Stinging deep inside her.
She shrieked, her voice breaking, as she came around the wriggly tentacle. The deep, electric sting was inside her pussy! It was inside her! Shattering her mind. Destroying it as the orgasm just seemed to go on and on and-
Oh, fuck there were more! His olules were fighting to sink inside her. All of them wriggling and thrusting at different rates, confusing her body as it felt like she was being claimed by half a dozen different cocks. All of them stretching her out. Stinging her so deep! Against her clit, her entrance, her g-spot and-
She shrieked until her voice stopped, no more air left to move, only a desperate rattling gasp left in her throat as one particularly long olule reached all the way to her cervix. Stinging and wriggling around the deepest part of her.
Serval was fucking her with his stinging tentacles, and it was exquisite torture. She could feel the slickness of her overstimulated pussy dripping down between her cheeks. Followed immediately by a curious olule that explored and stung around her asshole. Pushing against it. Trying to force its way inside that dark, forbidden, sensitive entrance. And that brought a new layer of sensitivity that shattered what remained of her mind.
The sensations were too much. The pain. The pleasure. One orgasm bleeding into another.
One of her hands grabbed Serval’s head, clenching into his olules. Spreading more stinging to her sensitive fingers. He grunted at the pain of her grip, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, his olules’ movements became more frantic, as though desperate to fuck her as much as possible before they were forced away.
She wanted to beg for mercy. She wanted to pull away. Her body was trying to do it. But she wasn’t succeeding because she didn’t want that at all. She was nothing but a mass of nerves and feelings. It was a storm of sensations that robbed her of everything. It was acutely painful as she was forced to come more than she could stand, but each wave of pleasure that drowned her in its overwhelming rush was even better than the last thanks to that accompanying pain.
She was completely at Serval’s mercy. She could do nothing but submit to his ruthless pleasure as he nuzzled and kissed and nipped at her thighs. Watching her with burning eyes as his olules broke her brain into shattered pieces.
Sophie didn’t know how long it lasted. It seemed to be hours, though it couldn’t possibly have lasted that long. There was no way her body was capable of bearing this mind melting, all consuming pleasurable agony for so long.
However long it lasted, it pushed her right to the brink of unconsciousness when Serval finally sat up on his knees, freeing her from his olules. She continued to twitch and shake from the aftershocks as even the air was too much for her overly sensitized flesh.
She wasn’t given a chance to recover either. Serval lifted her by the trembling hips, put the head of his cock at her entrance, and slammed forward. Burying himself into her violently spasming pussy. The sudden stretch, followed by the wriggling and teasing of his ovules was entirely too much. But she couldn’t move because Serval laid over her, holding her down with his weight as he pounded her into the mattress.
She scratched desperately at his back, eyes rolling in her head, as his ovules laid across each other, forming a knot that plugged her up. The pressure, the power of his thrusts, had her rushing towards one last, overpowering climax.
He rested his head beside hers, their temples pressed together, burying his face into her neck as his olules kissed at her lips, played with her tongue.
He began grunting as his thrusts became wild and desperate. His muscles all tensing. She grabbed him tight, wrapping her legs around his waist, locking him to her as he came with a shout, grinding into her deeper with each heated pump, increasing the pressure inside her as his seed was kept trapped inside with his ovules’ knot.
The pressure, the heat, the stretch, the shocking kiss of his olules, broke her over that last climax. She opened her mouth in a wordless cry as her limbs all locked around him. Clutching him close as he groaned at her pussy’s clenching.
The tension only lasted seconds. She was too exhausted, too weakened, by his olules’ fucking that she couldn’t keep her grip. Her arms flopped onto the bed as her legs spread, her body completely limp beneath him except for the occasional twitch as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to strike like the beating of a whip against her.
Serval turned his head, pulling his olules free of her mouth. Granting her reprieve from their stinging caress as he kissed the side of her neck.
“I love you, my fierce mate,” he muttered sleepily. His day had been more exhausting than hers. “I adore you. I treasure you. I will never again make you think otherwise.”
Sophie smiled weakly, wishing she had the strength to hold him, but her body felt like a sack of water – boneless and weak and squishy.
“I love you too, mi amor,” she mumbled.
“Will you come home with me?”
“I already came home with you,” she chuckled.
“No. I mean, will you go through the mating ceremony with me?”
