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“Oh.”
Pure Vanilla let out a breathy moan as he felt the cock thrust harshly at the entrance of his cervix. His walls tighten from the pleasure, making him feel the shape of what was invading him more clearly.
“S-Shadow…”
“Yes?/Yes, ‘Nilly?”
Two sets of the same voice answers back to his call.
One hand gently caresses his face, while another grips his waist with enough strength that he can tell a bruise will form afterwards. A whine comes out from his mouth as he feels the slow drag of the appendage going out before moaning loudly at the sudden rough insertion. And then another rough insertion.
And again.
And again.
And again.
By now, Pure Vanilla was shamelessly moaning, whimpering, and crying at the fast pace at which the cock was hammering into him. “Ooooooh, Ough. T-There, there ooOooohhh,” Each thrust to his cervix entrance gave him a shot of pleasure straight to his brain. Pure Vanilla tilted his head back from the sheer pleasure as he tried to open his legs more for the Beast that was currently pounding into him.
With his head tilted back, Pure Vanilla could feel something hard hitting his head. Using what little strength he had, Pure Vanilla moved his head from side to side, grinding against the hard-on beneath him.
Pure Vanilla didn’t know that hearing someone hiss could be pleasurable but once he heard it from above him, his cunt clenched in response which causes the Beast with his cock inside of him to groan at the sudden tightening.
“Sooo greedy, my ‘Nilly~” He could hear the smirk in Shadow Milk’s voice as the movement of his cock got impossibly faster than it was before. “Is one not enough for you? Did you want the two of us inside of you at the same time?”
“Don’t be so jealous. Though, that does seem tempting.” The hand that was caressing his checks went closer to his panting mouth, thumbing his lower lip. “What do you say, my dear? Would you like for us to open you up some more so that I may be able to fit in? To be quite honest, I am getting a bit tired of waiting for my turn.”
Dear Witches.
As soon as the Sage gave the suggestion, scenarios ran through Pure Vanilla’s mind. Just imagining how full he’d be with the two of them at the same time and how expanded his stomach would be if he were to accept both of their cum.
His vision whitened as he felt his body tense before turning into full-blown shivers, his mouth opened agape in a silent moan.
“AHA! Oh silly, silly Vanilly, are you serious?” He could somewhat hear Shadow Milk’s laughter but it sounded muffled, like his ears were underwater. “Did you really just come from thinking about the two of us being inside you? You slut.”
Pure Vanilla whimpered. The low-growl while calling him a slut accompanied with the sudden harsh thrust to his cunt causes him to shake his head. “N-Nooo, I-I ‘ust came.” The overwhelming pleasure is causing him to slur his words but he hopes the two of them understood.
“But I haven’t yet.” Or maybe not. “Neither have I, my sweet.” Double that.
Please, Please, He’s whimpering-whispering out. “A-A sma’l b’eak, p’eaze.” Pure Vanilla feels guilty for leaving the two of them waiting but he wanted to rest, just for a short while to recover from the orgasm he just had. If he doesn’t—
“Awww, tsk tsk. Oh ‘Nilly, don’t you know that’s not fair?”
“Indeed. I would have to agree with my other self. But don’t you worry, we will take good care of you.”
If he doesn’t…
“After all,” the two of them spoke in unison. “You were made to handle us.”
He will break.
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The long night is far from over.