Page 71 of Queen Isabella

Her heart swelled to bursting. That day she boarded the Manifest she thought her life was over. That wasn’t the case at all. Here she was truly living. She was showered with infinitely more love than she would have experienced on Earth. It was more than she could have ever imagined.

Isa leaned forward and kissed Bellator, pouring all of her affection into the kiss. She moaned, loving the vanilla taste as Bellator’s tongue explored her mouth. The moan turned into a gasp when Phara’s cock slowly slid into her pussy from behind as he kissed her shoulder. She reveled in being sandwiched between the two strong alphas.

“I do love waking up to this.” Artifex reached in and started toying with one of her nipples.

She grinned as she continued kissing Bellator. She, too, was enjoying their morning routine, which was often their afternoon and evening routine.

“Ah yes,” Phara groaned as he finished burying himself to the hilt.

Bellator grabbed her leg and positioned it over his hip. Her eyes widened when she felt his cock also shove at the mouth of her pussy.

“Oh god,” Isa panted as the opening of her vagina began to stretch.

In the last month, she’d been fucked in every position possible, including double penetration with one in her ass and one in her pussy. All of which would’ve landed her in jail on Earth. But never had her alphas attempted to cram two cocks in her vagina at once.

“You might be overly ambitious,” Rego said, sitting at their feet with a good view of her lady bits and both of the alphas attempting to impale her.

Phara groaned in agreement, also feeling the mounting pressure.

“I’ve got the oil.” Gregis appeared holding the bottle, which he proceeded to pour out.

“Oh,” Isa gasped when the cool oil spilled onto her pussy.

“Oh yes,” Bellator growled hungrily. Her sweet teddy bear then gave her an uncharacteristic rakish grin as he pressed forward.

She gasped as the head of his cock slid past the straining rim of her vagina.

“Flux, Bellator, you’re killing me,” Phara groaned.

“Killing you?!” Isa let out a plaintive moan.

The pressure continued mounting as Bellator slowly worked his way into her. It was sweet agony feeling his ridges slide against nerve endings on the top of her channel, while Phara pressed harder against the bottom half. The only consolation was knowing the two alphas were being equally tortured. Bellator’s jaw was clenched, clearly trying to maintain control.

“I think this will help.” Artifex wedged his hand between her and Bellator, and zeroed in on her clit.

Her narrow gaze shot to Artifex. He knew exactly how to tip her over the edge. He was rotten. He was clearly also corrupting Bellator. Artifex ignored her look and started rolling her slick swollen bead.

“Fuck,” she groaned, arching between Phara and Bellator as pleasure ricocheted through her.

Her quaking pussy spasmed hard, gushing more desire. Both alphas growled, their engorged cocks jerking inside her.

“I have to move,” Phara insisted.

Phara began to pull his cock out and Bellator pressed in. The knots and ridges on their cocks slid and shoved against every nerve ending in her channel, while stretching her open, sincePhara didn’t pull completely out. Then Phara thrust and Bellator retreated.

Isa tossed her head back against Phara’s chest, a guttural groan bursting out as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy convulsed around both men who were panting and growling as they fucked her in tandem. The constant barrage on her G-spot, the spot on her cervix, and at the far recesses of her vagina sent her spiraling deeper. It was terrible and wonderous the way they filled her to the breaking point. Then Artifex pinched her clit and she shattered into a million pieces.

Artifex

“I hope you guys aren’t starving.” Their queen grimaced as they entered the dining commons.

“I hopeyouaren’t starving.” Artifex wrapped his arms around her breasts and her belly, giving her a squeeze before scooping her into his arms.

Their morning bonding sessions often meant they missed the first meal, and now it was midday. But he’d yet to truly miss the meal or regret the change in their schedule.

“I am hardly starving.” Isa grimaced as she poked her belly. “I’ve definitely been eating. I think I’m pudgier than before.”

“Gorgeous,” Phara corrected as he grabbed and kissed her finger.

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