I didn’t even feel my own orgasm at first. My body clenched so hard around them I could barely breathe. The moment the first pulse of c*m splattered under me, a hot, sticky, endless mess, I went limp.
But they didn’t stop.
Lust snarled in my ear, breath ragged as he thrust harder. “Still clenching. Still dripping. What a pathetic, greedy thing.”
Wrath’s c**k twitched deep inside me, his grip bruising on my hips as he shoved forward. “He wants to be bred.”
I let out a broken, high-pitched moan.
My c**k jerked again—untouched—sending another spill of c*m out, weaker but just as humiliating. My muscles burned, legs trembled, throat raw from screaming. My hole was stretched to destruction, stuffed full by both demons, slick with sweat, spit, and c*m.
And still…
I craved it.
I whispered
