My Little Ventrue Pt. 10 Ch. 21

Art fucked her. He didn't pull the giant base of his cock out of her, instead leaving it inside her like a plug. But that didn't stop him from pushing her away from him a few inches, only to pull her back, her ass's ring of muscle squeezing hard around the knot to make sure he couldn't slip out. And each thrust filled her to the limt. The length of her pussy, her deepspot, all of it pulsed tingling waves through her from how his cock pressed against them through her ass, but the sheer size of his knot pushed on her g-spot relentlessly. And each thrust caused his huge, soaked testicles to slap her dripping pussy, until she felt the splashes against the bulge on her belly.

It wasn't long before she came again, and her toes curled hard as the splashing only got worse.

Art rumbled pleasure, and slowed. Slowly, tenderly, he fucked her, and the vibration of his purrs rippled through her as he flooded her insides with cum. Waves of white flowed out of her hard enough she felt it splash up over her ass and Art's abs before gushing down over her legs and his testicles. But a lot of it went into her, and she whimpered as heat filled her, thick and heavy and flowing, until she knew the bulge on her belly had grown.

"Art," she whispered, and the beast gently pulled her up until her back was pressed to his abs, and he placed both of his palms against her chest and swollen belly, pinning her against his stomach. "So full... I--"

Matthew stepped up to her, took her dangling legs by the thighs, lifted them until his hands slid up to her calves, and he crouched down enough to press the tip of his cock against her pussy.

"Matt! W-Wait! I can't... I can't fit..." She gulped as she stared down at the bulge the angle created. With her back against Art's chest, his cock pointed straight into her abs, and she panted between her tiny whimpers with how it pressed on her insides. Her belly really was even more distended than before, filled with his cum. Oh god.

Matt came in closer, and forced the first few inches of his long, dripping cock into her pussy.

"Matt!" She found enough strength to lift her arms and press against his chest, and she stared down at the distension. Not subtle anymore, not with another werewolf already penetrating her. She could clearly see the bulge his cock created on her body, pushed out by Arturo's cock, and it only got worse as he pushed in another inch.

She was full. She was so full she was going to pop. Her mouth hung open, and she stared at her body and the encroaching titan in front of her, his muscles and short fur and rumbling purrs, as he pushed more cock into her. A few weak pushes and slaps of her hands against his chest did nothing, her mind unable to do anything but drown in the sensation of being so completely full. Each inch Matt sank into her was insanity, her tiny pussy lips squeezing and milking desperately. With Art filling her already, knot pushing constantly against her g-spot, it made Matt's cock bury each inch of her now stretched pussy in pressure and friction. She stopped breathing. She simply sat there, legs held apart by Matt's grip, but otherwise gravity doing most of the work to keep her pinned on Art's cock, as Matt forced more meat into her.

Two standing werewolves, her trapped between them, filled with cum and meat, and shivering from head to toe. She let her arms go limp, and stared dumbly down at her belly as she came again, her body now on a hair trigger. The giant's cock dripped with a new coating of her juices.

Matt finally pressed his knot against her stretched lips, and stopped. Not because he stopped pushing. He ground into her, fucked her gently but determinedly, and pushed her back into Art's body as he tried to force his knot into her. There was simply no more room left inside her. She managed to summon a quick mewl, and even set her hands against the giant's upper abs, hoping he got the picture. She couldn't take anymore, literally. She was full.

He did get the picture. He rumbled, maybe a little unhappy, but it passed quickly and became a deep purr, as he pulled back several inches, and sank them back into her. Again, he pushed against her pussy, knot rubbing against her taut lips, but instead of trying to ram it into her, he pulled back again, and fucked her.

Tash was hypnotized. She stared down at herself, arms going limp again as she watched the distension move back and forth along her skin. God, how had he managed to stretch her so much? Each time the beast sank his cock into her, and pressed the boiling hot knot against her lips, the bulge pushed an inch past her navel. And he'd been deeper than that, moments before. He was trying to get deeper now, gruitlessly grinding his knot against her pussy lips, drowning his cock in her juices and pushing her insides directly into Art's cock.

A tiny whimper worked through her, and she managed to tear her eyes away from her pussy, up to the behemoth in front of her holding her legs apart. His tongue hung out from between giant, sharp teeth, and his eyes stared down at her with more of that animal hunger that had her whole body tingling. She tried to lift her arms again, maybe just to touch him and feel his body, his heat, the short fur that did nothing to hide his muscles, or maybe just to feel his heart beat; she could definitely hear it. Thump thump. Thump thump. But she couldn't. Her arms hung limp, and her eyes slowly slid down Matt's body down again to the giant cock trying to force its way into her, gently but persistently grinding the thicker part of its base against her slit.

Art rumbled, deeper and louder than before, and she mewled, barely audible underneath the heavy bass flowing through her. He fucked her again, faster than Matt but still slow enough he didn't hurt her much. But every time she felt a little pain spark from being stretched so deep and wide, her body betrayed her, and drowned it in waves of tingling electricity that flowed out from her core where the two cocks fought for space. Down into her toes, up into her nipples, she shivered as the orgasm worked through her again, and again she stared down at the bulge and its evolving shape shift and morph along her once tiny, flat belly, as the two werewolves fucked her.

"Lie down?" Art asked in that harsh, barky kinda sound.

"Yes," Matt said, and he took a step back as he crouched down.

Art crouched down with him as Matt sat on the bed's edge, and slowly Matt lay back on the blankets. It creaked with the weight of him, but he kept his legs planted on the floor, while Art squatted over him and Tash, all of his weight still on the floor. Half of Matt was nearly enough to have her bed breaking, and anymore would have cracked it in half.

Art let go of her, and she collapsed onto Matt's stomach. The hardness of his abs was offset by the soft fur, and she rubbed her cheek against it, only half aware of what was happening, as Matthew held onto both of her thighs. He was so thick, her knees only grazed the blankets, and none of her weight reached them.

Art put one hand on her back, and pushed down, earning a squeak from her as he pinned her to Matt's body. His other hand grabbed her waist, and with him squatting low behind her, she was free to lay on Matt's body, as Art fucked her again. He wasn't so gentle this time.

She lifted her head long enough to see the towering beast gazing down at her body, and how her small, firm ass smacked against his pelvis as he thrust into her. Matt kept her pinned in his cock, forever threatening to force the knot into her, as Art's faster pace had her shifting back and forth on Matt's body. His cock stayed inside her, her ass still locked around the giant knot, squeezing around the base of it to keep it locked inside her.

She almost didn't notice when Matthew came. With her ear pressed against his sternum, her body trapped and pinned, she drowned in the vibration of the beast as he rumbled pleasure. More cum gushed into her, but without his knot to block it off, and it squirted out of her like a fountain. Hot, thick cum poured around their legs, and Tash whimpered as her quivering muscles basked in the heat of it drenching her thighs, and her stomach where it rested on Matt's.

A moment later, Arturo's pinning hand wrapped around her throat, and pulled her up to straddling. Her weight pressed her straight down onto Matt's knot, and she mewled as the wolf, holding her thighs, shifted her back and forth to milk more of his cum out of her, rubbing her squashed lips against the huge base of his length. Art held her snug to him as he fucked her ass, and it wasn't long before he was cumming again, too. Another wave of heat poured into her guts, and another. She couldn't see it with Art pinning her head against his upper abs, but she felt her belly stretch more. And more. He was filling her up, and the cum had nowhere to go.

Art let go of her neck, hand taking her shoulder instead, and her head lulled forward so she could look down. Her belly was bigger.

She thought maybe they'd stop. They didn't. Somewhere, deep inside her mind, a little voice told her if she could just stop cumming for two seconds, she could punch Matt hard enough to at least get his attention, and let her have a break. But it was a tiny voice, lost in an ocean of pleasure. Of heat, and fake sweat, and rumbling purrs and tingling waves that had her nipples so hard they hurt. She couldn't see her pussy anymore, not with her distended belly in the way, but she could feel her juices leaking out of her, soaking the giant's knot until her cum was probably trickling off his testicles.

She'd never made such a mess, and she'd made a lot of messes before.

Art pinned her down again. She turned her head, cheek to Matt's body, and she looked up to see Art staring at her ass. Again, he fucked her, hypnotized by how it devoured every inch of his length. It was his first time having sex in this form, and he was reveling in it. He picked up speed again, hunched position ensuring his cock pressed straight down against Matt's with every thrust, squashing her pussy until again, she came. And then again, he came. All she could do was lie there on Matt's chest and stomach, arms spread apart over him, as Art pumped her full of cum for the third time. With her stomach pressed to Matt's, she could feel it bulge, feel it squash against his abs, feel their cocks press it down into him, and feel the new waves of thick cum flow deeper into her guts, stretching her belly more and more.

With a heavy, satisfied rumble, Art pulled back on his cock, and kept pulling. Slowly, steadily, he managed to slip the knot from of her body, and Tash moaned into Matt's chest as the pressure inside her poured away. How much cum was flowing out of her ass and onto her bed right now? She couldn't see it, but she could feel it as her belly shrank.

Matt pushed down, hard, and forced a squeak out of Tash as he forced his knot into her. She didn't move. Didn't squirm or wriggle or even try and push on his chest. She lay there, arms limp, legs trapped in his grip, as the beast thrust up into her, again stretching her pussy deep up into her body, and burying her poor g-spot in the massive thickness of his knot. Clenching muscles drowned him in her juices, renewed by her vampire body; no human could have kept going this long.

He stayed inside her, balls deep, knot secure and abusing her g-spot until her clenching muscles demanded she cum again. Tired, aching insides, engorged and pulsing with way too much stimulus, tingled with another wave of pleasure, and she shivered ever so slightly on Matt's body as he fucked her. Always a couple inches, never letting the knot slip out of her, but still fucking her hard enough to pull tiny squeaks out of her.

It didn't take long before he slowed down, and she melted onto him as her clenching insides milked him. Most of his cum poured out of her. Some didn't, reaching places even his cock couldn't, and making her belly press against his abs just a little more. She was absolutely exhausted, and her body refused to listen, but she did her best to squeeze on the giant thing stretching her pussy to bursting, and she smiled at the rumbling purr she pulled out of the giant, terrifying werewolf between her legs.

She half expected Art to come back in and fuck her some more. Perhaps he wanted to, given the quiet rumbling growl he made. But she glanced back at him, and sighed relief as the man transformed back into a human. She held onto Matt for a little longer, and milked the last few drops out of him, before he transformed back as well.

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She handed Matt the bucket, Art the mop, and pointed to the giant mess they'd made of her bedroom.

"I expect the blankets washed twice, and the m-mattress to be replaced!" One towel had not saved it from the pool of fluids those two had made.

The two boys frowned as they looked down, looked at the tools, then at each other. Everyone had showered, and the boys were in their boxers, ready to clean up a giant, smelly mess that defied reason. They didn't look happy about it.

"You didn't enjoy yourself?" Art asked, wearing his perfect, cocky, handsome, infuriating grin.

"I nearly d-d-died!"

Matt waved a hand, dismissing her. "You didn't nearly die. You loved it."

"I could have split open!"

Art also waved a dismissing hand. "That was some of the best sex we've ever had and you know it. I've never seen you go completely coma like that. Well, I mean, I have, but not like that that."

She glared daggers into the two boys. Yes, when they had sex, they had a habit of getting a bit rough with her, and she had a habit of really, really liking it. But that was no excuse for nearly popping her like an overinflated balloon. Or, soaking her bedroom in buckets of werewolf cum. Hot in the moment, not hot after. And unlike a vampire's fluids, it didn't fade away.

She wore her bathrobe, and she tightened it around herself as she squirmed a bit under Art's knowing gaze.

"It was g-good," she said eventually. "But if I wasn't a vampire, my insides would be b-b-bruised for weeks, you know."

"But you are a vampire," Art said, and he chuckled as he dipped the mop into Matt's bucket, and got to scrubbing.

Matt sighed as he picked up the soaked blankets and bundled them together, ready for washing.

"This is the price for being so good at what we do," the Canadian giant said, and he sighed a little louder.

"Next time!" she said. "Next t-time... we can... do it somewhere easier to clean."

"Next time?" Matt asked, perking up and beaming a big smile.

She scrunched up her nose at him, got her laptop, walked back to her living room, and called Jessy. She had some yelling to do.