My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 08

His grip was almost big enough to completely circle her neck.

She looked down, and let out a quiet whimper. She was a skinny woman, with a touch of abdominal definition, and a small frame; which meant the sheer amount of girth filling her was causing a small bump along her lower belly, a subtle distension showing where the two beasts filled her to the point she thought she might split open.

"G... god...," she said.

Matthew growled over her. With her head against his sternum, the power of his rumbling voice forced her eyes to roll upward, and she whimpered as she melted against him. The grip of his fingers did not loosen, almost tight enough to render her unable to breathe. She did not need oxygen, but that did not change that every muscle in her body started to go limp with surrender, and boil with need as the beast held her.

He started to fuck her. Slowly at first, easing out half of his long cock, before pushing it back into her. She managed to look down even with his grip, and mewled openly at the sight of the bump along her body shifting, becoming more pronounced as Matt sank his shaft into her to the hilt, and then eased out half of it once more. You weren't supposed to be able to see it! To see how they were stretching her insides like this. But, she stared wide-eyed at how the two men fighting for space in her quivering insides forced her lower abdomen to distend slightly around their girths.

She could feel it. Arturo seemed content to watch, to stare and gaze at her, her body, her hard nipples and her belly where the vulgar, obscene... hypnotizing site was, the bump. And it reached her navel.

She started to whine, and whimper, little sounds that were barely audible. Each stroke of Matt's cock into her awaiting insides pressed toward her belly, pressed against the wall of flesh between her two depths, pressed against Art's shaft within her, and pressed against her deepest places. Thankfully the giant kept it slow and gentle as he eased in every inch of him, and every so often, he stayed there, balls deep within her. Two men, buried to the hilt inside her, and she was helpless to do anything while Matt hugged her, squeezed her, choked her, and Arturo watched every bit of it.

The heat started to build again. Her whines grew louder, and her head fell back again to rest again Matt's chest as the man began to fuck her once more. She reached up with one hand to grab his wrist, but it did little to deter the man. He growled down at her, louder, and hugged her tighter to him as his fingers around her throat tightened as well.

For a split moment, she wondered how exactly Matthew was in the correct position for this. Kneeling would have put him too high. Maybe his knees were spread very far outward? That would have hurt the legs after a while, right? Her thoughts were ripped back to the present as a sharp jolt of pleasure erupted from her clitoris.

"Ar-nnn!" Her voice came out muffled, buried by Matt's grip, as Arturo began to massage her clit. Gently, he caressed the swollen nub, until the sparks traveled into her thighs and made her squeeze down on both of their lengths. Not fast enough to make her cum, but the consistent, loving pressure was more than enough to have her whimpering.

It wasn't her clitoris that was going to make her cum, it was the friction of Art's cock against her g-spot, and the length of him forcing her depths inward, constant pressure against her deepest places. It was Matt, and how each deep stroke of his cock reached far enough she could feel her body fight to accommodate his length. How each stroke made his shaft press toward all her taut flesh, and how each stroke joined Art in filling her to the brim.

She started to cum. Arturo wasn't even moving, only tenderly massaging her clitoris, while Matt continued to trap her, hold her, squeeze her, and press her against his chest and abs. But she started to cum, and as Matt sank himself to the hilt inside her until she felt the head of his cock press against her deepest place with Arturo, she squeezed. Her mewls came through, louder, and Matt released some of the tension on her neck to let the sounds escape as she started to tremble upon their cocks.

Warmth. Wet warmth came out of her, and a peek down showed her juices leaking out of her smooth lips and onto the waiting pelvis of Arturo. The man set aside his fingers, held onto her legs as she came on him, and a quick peek at his eyes showed awe and craving. But her eyes rolled upward again, and half closed as she squeezed again, and again, each met with more of her juices soaking the wolf between her legs.

Arturo wasn't moving, but Matthew was. He growled down at her, and tightened his grip on her neck again while his other hand pressed on her chest, to keep her pinned to his colossal torso of rock. He stayed inside her, as deep as he could get, her ass molding to fit against his hips and pelvis, before he withdrew a few inches, and thrust back into her. She shuddered, managed to look up at him with begging eyes, before her squeezing muscles rippled waves of pleasure down to her curling toes. And more of her cum flowed out of her, until she felt it on her thighs, and her knees.

She was drenching him, as Matt continued to fuck her ass. And, each time the man forced his pelvis snug against her, until his glans was pressing forward so hard she could feel the bump along her stomach, she convulsed, and came. More juices, and more, until she felt it drip down Arturo's sides to reach her calves and feet where they were tight to his body. More, until she felt so embarrassed she would have made a beet jealous, and could do nothing about it as Matt held her tight in his grasp.

Finally, he stopped thrusting, and let her go. She collapsed, hard enough for her cheek to land with a quiet thud against Arturo's chest. Her arms were limp, hanging over the man's sides and onto the blankets, and a touch of drool escaped her mouth, dribbling onto his sternum.

"You overdid it, you dumbass," Art said. The sound of his voice through his chest, her ear against his body, was powerful, soothing, and she smiled as she tried to get her energy back. Whole body tingling, and her insides refused to stop with their random spasms, each earning a delightful orgasm aftershock. Energy was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah. Maybe. You ok Tash?" Hands found her, took her shoulders, and pulled her up. She didn't help. Nope, content to just be limp, and tremble as the tingling waves took their time fading away. "See, she's fine." Matt's arms hugged around her this time, one hooking around the front of her chest, while the other reached down to hold her hip. "Right?"

"Need... b... b-break..."

"Break?" Art said, and he forced himself up on his elbows. No room left for Natasha, sitting between the two beasts, still inside her, walls of meat and strength burying her. "I'm so close."

"So am I," the beast behind her said.

She whimpered, and forced her heavy arms out to touch Art's chest. "Please, let me rest. I... still... t-t-tingly."

Her touch sent Art back to the bed, and he made another growl as he set his hands on her hips; Matt moved his out of the way, and held her stomach inside. And then, the devil forced his hips upward.

She bounced, and squealed. "Oh! N-Not so rough! Please, p-please, slow... down."

Again, they didn't listen. Art continued to thrust upward, not so hard as to break her, but he wasn't gentle either, and he was deep. So deep, every thrust stretched her inward, and she felt the thickness of his glans against her deep spot.

And Matthew held onto her, hugged her, squeezed her, while keeping himself balls deep inside. Every thrust from Art was met with her tightening muscles, and so little room left inside her with Matt taking up so much of it. With so much pressure inside her, so much flesh, each stroke forced her g-spot to drag along Art's veined girth, until he forced his cock back into her to the base. And, with Matt no longer holding her neck, she was free to let her head hang, and watch the titan beneath her flex his hard abs, his broad back, and every muscle in his core as he pushed up to meet her.

Her poor, tender little pussy seemed more than happy with Art's aggression, and continued to squeeze on the veined girth spreading her lips taut.

Matt finally let go of her, and she collapsed forward again. She had enough strength to catch her weight this time, and she set her hands Art's chest as she continued to bounce on his length. Each thrust earned a squeak from her, sometimes a squeal, and sometimes a moan, until she could feel more of her juices start to leak from her. So much of her cum was soaking her, her legs, Art's pelvis, she blushed brighter every time she looked down at the mess. Never made this sort of mess before, not with Jessy's ghouls or by herself or ever, and every time the two wolves did this to her, it only got worse.

Art got faster, and started thrusting hard enough to hurt a little more. And, try as she might to tell him to stop, to slow down, to ease up, every time she opened her mouth all she could find was mewls, and panting whimpers. Pain melted away again, and her body, already boiling, melted away too.

Somewhere along the line, both men started to gently thrust. Art slowed down to almost nothing, giving her tender insides some deserved mercy, while Matt joined him, and the two beasts each fucked her in a soft, tender rhythm. More warmth was leaking out of her pussy, and not just hers. Arturo was cumming, and lovingly fucking her quivering body as he did, until his white fluid was leaking out of her, and soaking their connection. She hadn't even noticed when he'd started.

She tried to move her hands, or maybe join in and milk the man, but her arms were limp again, hanging over his sides and against the blankets. All she could do was lay there, wriggling, mewling, as both men fucked her.

"She's all mine now," Matt said.

"W-What? I—nnn!" She moaned as the giant behind her took her by her armpits, pulled her toward his chest, and lifted her. The dragging girth of Art's cock sent more shocks through her, but after a few seconds, the large phallus fell clear of her body, and landed flat along the wolf's abs. Coated in white, and her juices.

Art smirked, hooked his hands behind his head, and watched as Matt set her back down so her pussy rested along the underside base of Art's length. And once she was comfortable with her lips spread apart over the man's cock, pinning it to his abs, Matt started to fuck her again.

And Art watched. He grinned at her, gave her a devious little wink, reached out with one hand, and again began to caress her clitoris as she shifted back and forth over him a few inches. Matt held her tight to him, turning her into a tiny, limp doll against the vast wall of steel muscle and sweat behind her. Each thrust from the man was deep enough to force her ass snug against his body, but that wasn't enough for him. Matt hugged her tighter, bear hug tight enough that her arms were pinned to her sides, and he sank himself into her deep enough that each stroke forced her body forward, until Matt pulled her back.

She was sliding along Art's cock, while the man caressed her, massaged her clit, watched her and her soaking wet pussy slip over the cum-coated thickness of his girth. And each shift of motion was met with Matt, pressing his length toward her belly, hitting that deep spot through the walls of her flesh, her ass, her depths. Sometimes, he pulled out slowly, nearly all of his length so only the bulbous tip of him remained within her, before he thrust forward, the angle forcing his cock to press against her pussy, her g-spot, and the pressure reaching deeper, and deeper, deeper, until she started to tremble once more. Explosive pleasure hit her, robbed her of any body control, and reduced her to a quivering pile of bliss.

She looked down, and turned red from head to toe, for the millionth time. She was squirting.

Without Art's shaft within her, there was nothing to stop her muscles from clenching down with the waves of orgasm, and force the fluid to spurt out rather forcefully against him. Her cum washed over his cock and along his abs, mixing into the white of his semen and making a big, big, big mess of everything.

"Cumming this hard?" Art released her clitoris, and sat up again, still leaning back slightly with his hands behind him against the sheets. "How naughty."

"It's... n-not..." She wanted to reach out and hit him, but Matt's hug around her body was absolute. And even if it wasn't, she was struggling to keep her eyes on him, to not show how she was still mid orgasm, and that she wasn't overwhelmed by pleasure; it wasn't working. Her arms were limp, bear hug or not, and her head eventually fell forward, mouth open and her tongue nearly hanging out as she stared at another gush of her cum. Now that Art was sitting up, her pussy rested against where his cock met his testicles, and she drenched the base of him with her warm juices as Matt started to pump faster, and faster.

And then slower, and slower. The giant slowed to a few, hard, deep thrusts that forced her to squeak with each one, and another squirt of her fluids to splash against where her pussy was rubbing against Art. Matt was cumming, and she was cumming with him. She forced her head back, and then let it fall backward to relax against the titan's chest. So close like this, trapped in his arms, she could feel him breathing, feel his muscles tense and flex with each spurt of his seed he poured into her, and feel his rumbling voice.

And she could feel his heartbeat. Blood, gallons of it, pouring through the enormous man's body, and being moved by a giant heart beating hard against the back of her head. Deep, rhythmic, enthralling.

"... yeah, let's go again," Art said.

"W-What!? P-Please, I'm... so tired... need... to..." To rest! She'd never cum this hard, ever, or for so long. She needed a break before she passed out.

The two of them worked together, lifted her enough so Art could set the head of his hard cock to her shivering lips, and ease her down onto his length. She whimpered openly, and as Art lay back once more, she fell forward as Matt released his grip on her body.

But it did not last. Even as white cum trickled out of both of her holes, Matt reached out for her arms, took her by the wrists, and pulled back on them enough to force her to dangle from them, a foot over Art's chest. With Matt holding her by the wrists, Art took her hips, and started to thrust upward into her, while Matt started to thrust as well.

The two of them, thrusting together, working like a machine of cogs. Both entered her, and then Matt withdrew several inches, and then Art a moment later. Matt would thrust into her, and then Art a moment later again. She could do nothing but bounce and whine as the two men fucked her, until the blush of life had her a sweating mess, and another wave of her juices spilled out over Art's cock.

She was in heaven. She couldn't say it though! Way too embarrassing, and with how overwhelming it was to have both men take her like this, she could never ask for it. But, trapped like this, with no way to stop the two wolves from ravaging her? Totally helpless to prevent their advances, aggression, and strength, as they fucked her pussy and ass? Part of her wanted to feel a little bad for indulging in such a stereotypical loss-of-power fantasy. A much larger part of her never wanted them to stop.

She came again. Matt didn't let go of her hands, holding them at his sides, so her torso dangled forward and over Art, shaking with each thrust. Her small breasts shook with the impact of their bodies against hers; not that they were fucking her too hard, but rather, she was so small that each impact made her whole body shake. The only thing keeping her in place was Matt's grip on her wrists, and Art's grip on her hips.

At some point, things started to blur. They weren't stopping. The only break she got was when the two of them both decided to thrust into her at the same time, and stay inside her as she came. Five seconds at most, of being allowed to cum without the two cocks inside her thrusting into her depths, before the two beasts started to fuck her again.

Matt let go of her hands. She collapsed, for what must have been the fourth time, and let her body rest along Art's wide body of iron as she came. Everything was soaked, and her insides felt tenderized, a little bruised, and would not stop convulsing in bliss. Each shock of orgasmic bliss exploded outward from her pelvis, reached up to her head, and down to her toes. Each had her quivering, and her squeals were reduced to pants and quiet whimpers as she struggled to get control of her body. It wasn't working. All she could do was lay there, and writhe.

Matt set his hands on her hips near Art's, and the two of them pressed down on her body. And as she lay there, trembling, they pushed down on her, trying to get as deep as they could as they came. Her pussy was already stretched to bursting, but Art wasn't satisfied, and he pressed down on her as he gently rocked her back and forth an inch, rubbing her clit against his soaked pelvis. Matthew did the same, leaning over her and pushing her ass to him until she was sure he was trying to reach her stomach.

They rocked her that single inch, back and forth in a gentle manner as the two beasts filled her with cum again, as they made quiet, deep, rumbling growls that vibrated through her. She couldn't cum anymore, and she didn't want to. Too much, way too much. She was glad to have a real break, and simply let the two animals pour their cum into her while she tried to recover.

At last she felt Matthew start to soften, and then Arturo. With Matthew the effect was a little more obvious, as she felt her ring muscles begin to tighten into their normal shape once more, while also leaking copious amounts of the white fluid from her. Such a mess, all over her sheets. And unlikes hers, theirs wouldn't fade away! She'd need to shower, and do laundry, and shower again, and try and clean herself out a bit, and... and she couldn't wait to do it again.

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The three of them, in her shower. She was renting a very nice place, so the shower was big enough to handle even Matthew, plus her and Arturo.

She was standing between the two of them, and stroking each of them, their cocks heavy in her palms and filling her grip. No getting around how big they were compared to her.

"How can you t-two... still be horny?" They'd both cum, fifteen minutes ago!

"Wet hair," Matt said, and he ran his hands over her head and down the length of wet hair reaching to her butt. She did her best to not sigh with bliss.

"Definitely wet hair." Arturo nudged his hips forward, and pressed his hard cock against her stomach. She still had the large phallus in her hand, but the angle and height difference gave him a lot of control.

Matthew took his friend's queue, and also nudged his hips forward. Both of them were tall enough that, when they got in very close so both of their cocks pointed upward while resting against her, they pressed to her breasts.

She was blushing life, at their request, just so they could see her get aroused right along with them; which also meant her nipples hard again, and despite herself, she rubbed the tips of their shafts along them. Tingly little sparks made her shiver, and smile.

They'd had far too much sex. Way too much... Way way way too much. She was sore, and tired, but her body didn't seem to mind, and she could feel her pussy begin to ache with need again as she held their enormous shafts in her tiny hands, as they pressed against her body.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" Matt said.

"... I... d-d-d—"

Arturo set his hand on her shoulder, opposite of Matt. "Been a while since we've had a girl. But, none of them hold a candle to you." His other hand's fingers found hers, and slipped between them so both of them had a grip on his cock. "And none of them cum as hard or as much as you."