Chapter Seven
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Jasmine
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Ican't ingest fastenough, and Tristian's pre-cum leaks from the sides of my mouth.I can't breathe fast enough either.I'm a complete mess.
The pressure in my womb is too much to bear.My body is so flushed that it's turned a feverish hue.My clit is engorged, and my pussy swells, clamping down on the excessively broad head of Marquis' cock just at the threshold of my core.
I need to...I'm going to embarrass myself.It feels as if I'm going to pee.
I can't take any more.I'm so full.Oh God.I place a hand on my stomach.It's rounded, filled with Tristan's pre-cum.
No.
What is happening to me?
"Just a little more, sweet one," Marquis says, his cock thickening at the entrance of my pussy.It feels as if he's going to tear me apart, yet all I want to do is push back against him and pull him into me.
"Please," I beg between swallows.I'm going to explode.
Tristian groans as he pours a fresh supply into my mouth.He wraps his hand around my throat again, but the instant he releases me, chaos reigns, and while I labor for a breath, I end up taking in a mouthful of ichor.I cough and splatter, but he strokes my cheek, looking deep into my eyes.
"Good girl," he murmurs.
Alexander kisses my jaw, holding me tenderly now while my breasts leak milk all over me and my stomach swells with Tristian's elixir.
"Please, please, please," I sob.I need to breathe.I'm too heavy to move.I look as if I'm pregnant.But I can't let go.I won't if it's the last thing I do.
I clench up so tight that my body goes rigid.
"I need the bathroom, please; something is happening to me," I say, flailing, but I'm so clumsily full that I barely make any progress in getting out of their embrace.
"Breathe," Marquis says softly.
I shake my head.I'm going to hold my breath until I turn blue; I don't care.They won't see this out-of-control side of me.
"Then let me help you, sweet one."Marquis removes his cock from my pussy.He places his hand on my stomach, so huge he covers all of me.And then he presses down.Hard.
No.No.No.
My body protests, but it's useless.My womb gives way; an orgasm that seems to come from my soul bursts through me at the same time as my pussy opens, and a flood of...milk.Milk?A flood of milk pours from the opening of my pussy straight into Marquis' mouth.
Trembling uncontrollably, my mind half-dazed with the powerful climax still vibrating through me, I have to make sense of what is happening to me.
My shocked, questioning gaze does nothing to deter the three orcs.Alexander lifts me up and places me on the bed on my back.My legs are parted, and he and Marquis take turns drinking from my pussy.Tristian sucks deeply on my breasts.Another orgasm makes its way out of me.Then another.I lose count.My body is just a shuddering cornucopia of orgasms, so lascivious, untamed, wild, and raw, I howl each one out like a savage.
They change places, drinking without seeming to take a breath, suckling on me, my nipples, and my clit, as deep inside my center as their tongues can go.
When they can't get close enough, when their hunger becomes primal, they pick me up and let me sit on their faces as they imbibe me as if their lives depend on it.
I'm so utterly flushed; my modesty burned to the ground as climaxes continue to roll out of me.
The more I leak into their mouths, the smaller and flatter my stomach becomes.
The milk from my breasts eases too, but they suck harder, their hunger so frighteningly raw, yet so erotic that I'm in a daze as I feed these orcs from what my body made for them.
