Page 73 of Lost to the Woods

“Such a good little plaything,” he purrs, claws tracing my thighs. “Made to be ruined.” Then I feel a tickle at my other hole as something fluffy probes my virgin entrance. And I just know it’s his tail. “I want her ass,” he rasps, his voice rough with need, adding more pressure.

“Not yet. She’s not ready,” Ghost denies him firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument, and I almost feel gratitude toward him.

My hand reaches weakly in his direction, and he catches my wrist. His touch, so familiar, soothes me despite all the horrible things he’s done. Like he’s anchoring me in this moment, the only solid thing in this haze of conflicting sensations.

How sick is that?

“Please—”

He steps closer, the heat of his body pressing against mine. “You’re doing so well, baby.” He pulls my hand onto his cock, hard and throbbing inside his jeans, the damp fabric straining against his bulge. “Fuck, you make Daddy so horny.”

I blindly find the zipper, tugging at it with trembling fingers, and his length springs free, hot and heavy against my palm. I stroke his pierced shaft, the velvety skin sliding under my touch, his pulse thrumming against my fingertips.

My other hand is lifted to another cock on the opposite side of me. And I jerk them both while sucking the third one harder. The cock in my pussy curves upward, hitting a spot that makes me see stars behind my eyelids—bright, explosive bursts of light. I come with a broken cry, my body clamping down around him as I gush out, wetness spilling between my thighs.

“Mmmm, perfect,” he grunts, his thrusts turning feral, until the base of his cock inflates, too. He stills inside me, grinding his knot against my swollen pussy lips. Then, hot cum floods my cunt, thick and endless, spilling out around him as he pumps it into me, the warmth seeping deep.

The beast above my head moves, freeing my mouth, saliva slick on my chin as I gasp for air. He takes his place between my legs before I can recover. His cock is thicker thanthe last, the flared head pressing against my abused entrance, the stretch, bordering on unbearable, making me whimper.

“Please—” I gasp, but it’s not a protest.

It’s a plea for more.

“Damnit, Bunny,” he lets out. “Your tiny pussy squeezes me so fucking good.”

His bumpy texture drags against my sensitive walls, still contracting from the last orgasm, tickling my insides in the most wonderful way. And I fall apart in no time, squirting around him, my thighs shaking violently.

Half-comatose, I suck Ghost’s cock interchangeably with the beast’s on other side, the heady taste of precum coating my tongue as they play with my tits, pulling and pinching my nipples.

“Look at her,” someone says. “So greedy. So hungry for more cock.”

I moan, flicking my tongue against the hoop ring at the tip of Ghost’s cock, proving them right. I think I cum again… not sure, I’m still senseless and dazed after the last one.

The beast pounds into my pussy now, and I can hardly breathe, my body feels like it’s on fire, writing below him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow!” he warns right before the cum floods my cunt in thick ropes as he releases inside me powerfully, joining the mess already inside me. The sheer volume is making me feel impossibly full… and used, but in a good way.

But it’s not over yet.

Then, I hear hooves clicking on the concrete—sharp, rhythmic—as another one steps between my legs.

“Wait!” I cry out, my voice hoarse. My body is not ready for him. He is the biggest one. And, of course, he doesn’t care.

His crown stretches me wider than I thought possible, the burn white-hot. I hear his frustrated huff, hot breath against myskin, and his hoof pawing the ground impatiently as he forces his way until my body splits open around his unbearable girth.

I scream, my nails digging into whatever flesh I can reach, but he doesn’t stop.

“What a sweet, tight cunt!” he bellows, ramming into me as his cock sinks deeper, deeper, until I swear I feel it in my stomach.

Tears stream down my face as I’m filled, my body convulsing around the impossible intrusion. It’s too much. My head spins, and I go in and out of consciousness, the world flickering at the edges.

Over and over, they take me.

Filling me.

Marking me.

Praising me.

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