Every thrust into me became more urgent while my cum coated them both within minutes, leaving them both glazed with evidence of my body’s submission to the pleasure they wrung from it.
“Fuck, yes, baby girl. Scream louder for us.” His hips bucked in unison with Bale’s as the sound of our bodies slapping together was lost in the depths of the corn field.
It felt like one continuous orgasm with swells and peaks, each driving force into my body a reminder of how close the line between pain and blinding pleasure truly was.
Bale’s fingers tormented the small bundle of nerves, never letting me come down, even when my body was left shaking with oversensitivity.
I screamed myself hoarse with every synchronized thrust of two cocks spearing my insides. Sometimes calling out for Bale, and sometimes for Corbin, but always needing both of them.
My messy bun was now half undone, loose strands of hair sticking to my sweat-slicked body as I took everyjarring movement. Their cocks pounded into me without restraint now.
“Gonna cum, kitten,” Bale warned with a voice strained with exertion. His gloved hand grabbed the front of my throat as he added in a lower tone, “I can’t wait to smell my cum leaking out of you while we chase you down.”
Corbin’s grunts were breathless now, “Right there. I’m gonna fucking explode.” His words barely made it out before I felt the first spurts of hot cum painting my insides.
The two of them had me pressed between them so tightly, I thought I was going to be crushed as both cocks rammed deeply inside me. Their hips jerked uncontrollably under the force of their releases.
A heartbeat after Corbin’s release, Bale’s thick cum flooded me in jets strong enough to make my eyes roll as my cunt spasmed hard enough around them to make my consciousness flicker dangerously.
All our bodies ended up in a heap in the dirt, nothing but the harsh and gasping breaths breaking the silence.
The world around me spun, threatening to black out entirely.
If this was how I was going out in this world… worth it.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Harlow wasn’t everything; she was the only thing. The only thing I wanted to protect from the ravages of this fucking curse. Fuck everybody else, because she deserved better than to be at the mercy of some ancient words chanted over an open flame.
As we remained nothing more than a heap of flesh and fluids, the hunt was far from over. In some ways, it still hadn’t begun.
My head knew that we were on borrowed time, that every second counted, but all my limbs were heavy. Corbin’s cock still pulsed against mine as we remained buried to the hilt deep inside Harlow.
All around us, the lingering scent of sex, magic, and fertile ground provided a false sense of safety.
If it hadn’t been for the scent of the curse’s malevolent influence creeping in, I would have wrapped her up in our arms and counted every damn star in the sky.
However, the moon’s pull on the tides was growing perilously closer. Too close. Each second that passed would put us all at more risk.
We needed Harlow to move. We all needed to separate ourselves, despite the lingering high from our bodies joined together.
“You… You need to go,” I said as I mustered enough strength to pull my cock free. Seeing it soaked in all our fluids sparked a groan that bordered on painful.
I wanted nothing more than to remain buried in her until the first light of day crested over the horizon. I wanted to make our kitten mewl for us like that all over again.
Not tonight.
Patting Corbin’s thigh, he nodded weakly in agreement.
“Now, Harlow,” he instructed her.
She whimpered as she slid off of him, collapsing to the side in the dirt.
My hands shook uncontrollably as I tossed Corbin his clothes. The tremors were growing stronger, to the point where it took three tries to get my belt latched.
A familiar tingling sensation buzzed throughout me. It was on top of my skin, beneath it, part of it.
