Read Novel Full Chapter 750: The Grove Witnesses (r-18)
Chapter 750: The Grove Witnesses (r-18)
The grove swallowed us.
Eucalyptus bark rasped cool and rough against their backs as I pinned them there as they asked me to, moonlight fracturing through the canopy in silver shards that slid over sweat-slick skin like liquid mercury.
The air was heavier here, thick with crushed clover, night-blooming jasmine, and the darker, animal scent of two women already dripping for me—their cunts swollen and glistening, lips parted and flushed dark with blood, begging to be wrecked.
I took my time.
No. Fuck that!
I devoured them.
Madison first. I dragged her dress down inch by inch, while my lips followed the fabric, tasting the faint salt blooming on her collarbone, the velvet heat where neck met shoulder.
When the silk caught on her hips I bit the swell of her breast through it, teeth sinking deep to mark her as mine, hard enough that she cried out, the sound sharp and wet in the stillness.
The dress finally gave way and puddled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but moonlight and trembling in want—her pussy already drooling, a thick string of arousal stretching from her cunt to her thigh as she spread instinctively.
Vivienne was already peeling her own dress off, frantic, but I caught her wrists, pinned them high above her head against the tree with one hand, squeezing until she whimpered and her hips bucked forward, grinding air.
"Slow," I growled against her throat, teeth scraping the tendon that jumped under my tongue—then I bit down, hard, sucking a brutal bruise into her skin while she begged.
"Please, hurt me, use me." I licked a long, deliberate line from her pulse to her ear, tasting gardenia and the sharper note of her arousal rising off her skin like heat.
Ah~ my pain junkie.
When I finally let her go, the silk whispered down her body and caught on the curve of her ass before falling—revealing her cuntshaved bare and weeping, clit throbbing visibly, swollen twice its size.
They stood bare before me, regenerated skin luminous, nipples tight and dark, bellies quivering with every shallow breath.
Gooseflesh rose where the cool air kissed them; I watched it chase across their breasts, their thighs, and felt my cock leak harder, a slow, steady pulse of precome soaking through fabric—my balls aching, heavy and full, ready to empty inside whichever hole I claimed first.
I dropped to my knees in the clover.
The scent hit me first—raw, went cunt, thick and intoxicating, so strong it made my mouth water and my cock jerk violently.
I buried my face between Madison’s thighs without warning, gripping her ass hard enough to leave fingerprints, tongue flattening against her in one long lick from entrance to clit—then spearing straight into her pussy hole, tongue-fucking her deep while I growled.
"You taste like a desperate Queen, Madison—come on my face, drown me." She tasted like honey and salt and raw, desperate need, slick coating my lips, my chin, dripping down my throat in rivers.
I sucked her clit into my mouth hard, teeth grazing the hood before I bit down just enough to make her scream, lashed it with the flat of my tongue until her knees buckled and she sagged against the tree, fingers clawing at bark—her pussy spasming, squirting a hot gush straight into my mouth as she came with a broken wail.
Vivienne made a broken sound beside us, my hand already between her own legs as I had already reached out without looking, then caught her wrist, and dragged her fingers to my mouth.
Sucked them clean of her own taste, sharp, musky, darker than Madison’s, while I kept devouring Madison’s pussy in slow, rhythmic pulls that had her sobbing my name into the night—then I shoved those same soaked fingers into Madison’s mouth and snarled, "Taste how much better she comes for me."
Then I switched.
Shoved Vivienne’s thigh over my shoulder, spread her obscenely wide with both hands, thumbs pulling her lips apart until she was gaping and dripping, and speared my tongue deep inside her.
She was hotter, wetter, clenching around the intrusion like she could trap me there forever.
I fucked her with my tongue in slow, deliberate thrusts—no, hard, punishing thrusts, nose grinding against her clit, sucking her folds into my mouth and biting down until she shrieked.
I shoved three fingers into her alongside my tongue, curled them brutally against her front wall, and pumped while I ate her alive—she exploded instantly, squirting so hard it splashed my chest, her cunt clamping down like a vice as she screamed.
"I’m your filthy Queen, don’t stop!" Madison dropped to her knees beside me, mouth finding Vivienne’s breast, sucking hard while her own hand slid between her legs, fingers pumping in time with my tongue—until I grabbed her wrist and forced her to finger Vivienne instead, four fingers stretching her wide while I tongue-fucked the mess.
The grove echoed with it: wet sounds of my mouth on Vivienne, Madison’s fingers fucking her savagely, their broken moans twining together like vines—sobbing, begging, cursing, coming again and again until their thighs were drenched and shaking.
I pulled back only when Vivienne was shaking so hard the tree shook with her, her thighs clamped around my head, slick running down my neck in warm rivulets—my face shiny and ruined, chin dripping with both of them mixed together.
"On the ground," I rasped, voice wrecked. "Both of you. Side by side. Legs spread wide, cunts open—show me how empty and desperate you are."
They fell together into the clover, legs tangling, mouths crashing in a desperate, sloppy kiss as they waited for me—fingers already plunging into each other, scissoring wetly, hips grinding in frantic need, begging in unison.
"Eat us together, please, wreck us, breed us, fucking destroy us."
They collapsed fully into the clover like offerings, thighs falling open in perfect, obscene surrender.
Moonlight poured over them, painting silver across the slick mess already coating their inner thighs, their swollen cunts flushed dark and glistening, clits peeking hard and proud from their hoods. The scent rose in waves: hot, ripe, intoxicating.
My mouth watered before I even touched them.
I knelt between their spread legs, one knee forcing Madison’s wider, the other nudging Vivienne’s until both were splayed shamelessly, knees bent, feet planted, hips tilted up like they were begging to be bred.
Their cunts opened for me like wet flowers: Madison’s delicate pink, puffy and dripping; Vivienne’s deeper rose, thicker lips, already parted and pulsing.
The first sound was Madison’s breath hitching, a tiny, desperate "oh—" when she realized I was only looking. Vivienne answered with a low, impatient whine in the back of her throat, hips rolling in a slow circle, trying to tempt me closer.
I let the silence stretch until Madison’s voice cracked. "Please... touch us. I’m aching so bad it hurts."
Only then did I move.
I started with both at once, because I could, because they were mine to ruin.
Two fingers of my left hand slid straight into Madison—no warning, no gentleness—three thick knuckles deep, curling hard against that ridged spot inside her.
The wet sound was immediate: a filthy, greedy squelch as her cunt swallowed me, followed instantly by her sharp, broken cry: "Fuck—yes—right there!" Her walls fluttered, already trying to milk me.
My right hand claimed Vivienne just as brutally—three fingers twisting in deep, then a fourth, stretching her wide.
The noise she made was deeper, animal: a guttural "Unngh—God, so full—" and the slick, obscene schlk-schlk-schlk of her pussy taking every inch echoed through the grove like a drumbeat.
I gave them one heartbeat to feel it, then started moving.
Slow, dragging strokes that pulled almost all the way out (shhhhlurp) before slamming back in (plop—squelch), knuckles grinding against their entrances.
Every thrust forced more wetness out of them; I could hear it dripping, pat-pat-pat onto the crushed clover beneath their asses.
Madison’s voice climbed higher with every stroke: "Ah—ah—ah—fuck, listen to me, I’m so wet for you—"
Vivienne’s was lower, ragged: "Hear that? That’s your fingers fucking me—don’t stop, please don’t stop—"
I crooked both hands in perfect unison, raked hard over their G-spots, and held the pressure and applied my Touch ability right there to the highest intensity possible. The reaction was instant.
Madison’s back bowed clean off the ground, a high, keening "I’m—gonna—!" ripping out of her as her cunt spasmed violently, squirting in hot, rhythmic pulses around my fingers—splurt-splurt-splurt—each one punctuated by a broken sob: "Coming—coming—fuck!"
Vivienne lasted half a second longer, then her hips jerked so hard my hand nearly slipped out.
She roared—actually roared— "Yes—fuck—ruin me!" as her pussy clamped down like a fist, gushing thick and hot down my wrist in heavy waves, the wet slap of it hitting my forearm loud in the quiet grove.
I didn’t let them breathe.