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He had the head of his prick lined up at her entrance, just starting to push in alongside Carter.

A hand on her hip, he gentled her. “Let us do this. We both need to breed you so badly. I can’t wait to unload in you. And Chamberlayne stretched you right out. You can take us. Take this.”

“It’s impossible…I can’t.” Tears gathered in her eyes as Denny eased his cockhead in alongside Carter’s shaft. Even as she gasped at the stretch, her body drew taut with compounding pleasure.

Chamberlayne’s seed made the slide easy, and Denny’s head seated with a pop, followed by the whole of it.

“That’s it, let us in,” murmured Carter. For once, he was gentle, his touches on her breast fluttering over her like butterflies. He must know how she ached between her thighs and needed a counterbalance to being stuffed impossibly full.

She had two officers’ cocks inside her, both racing to breed her. The thought made her bear down involuntarily on them, then she yelped and thought better of it.

“Squeezing us together,” gritted out Carter.

“I’m holding on, barely,” Denny replied.

Chamberlayne wiggled closer and came onto an elbow, his face level with the sway of her breasts. Her hair hung in a curtain between them; he gathered it back the way he’d done many times before in his Aunt Mildred disguise. Only this time, he wore a look of carnal satisfaction.

“She already looks to be laboring,” he said, letting a hand drift to his reawakening cock.

“She’ll be doing that soon enough, if we have anything to say about it,” said Denny.

Lydia moaned. The ache of being spread wide set off deep initial flutters that she feared uncaging.

Licking his lips, Chamberlayne raised his head to her. “Then I should help bring your milk in, dove.” He caught the nipple nearest him and sucked with a force that connected her from nub to breast in one scorching line.

“She’s breaking,” warned Denny.

“No, I can continue. I’ll hold it back—”

“Let it happen, sweetheart,” said Carter. “Draw forth our seed with that hungry cunny.”

Denny’s thrusts behind her picked up speed, and she allowed Carter to pin her between them so she might take them all and break on their combined efforts.

Her entrance and inner muscles squeezed the cocks inside her until the pleasurable ache made her shatter with a yell, her hips rocking in the way they’d taught her.

It was unclear who came first; all she could tell was that her hole was a slick mess, and the cocks sharing it slipped with ease against each other.

The second eruption, following quickly on the heels of the first, was a surprise, a sudden trip as though she were crashing down the stairs unexpectedly, in the most wrenching, magnificent way.

And still they stayed inside ‌her, her officers, wringing every bit of themselves into the mouth of her womb.

Chamberlayne’s sucks became too much, and Lydia cried out when words wouldn’t come. He pulled away, a look of immense satisfaction on his face.

It was Denny who withdrew from her next, slipping from her tested hole with ease. It ached when he slid free, but Carter adjusted her on his chest and stroked his softening cock through the mess they’d all left.

It felt good, both inside and here on the bed, where the chill air was countered by the three warm officers intent on her pleasure and comfort.

Gentle hands stroked her bare skin; whose they were, she didn’t know. In her hole, Carter remained fixed, like a plug ensuring that she would be bred this very night.

“We shall all of us be the fathers,” said Carter, into her hair.

“And what,” said Lydia, to his chest, “do we do about the law?”

Nobody answered her. Denny put out the candle.

Coda

The next morning