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Aurelia

Me and Blush tear through the trees, breathless laughter spilling from our lips as the roar of engines closes in behind us. Wrath and Soul are gaining, fast. I can hear the low growl of their bikes like predators snarling at our heels. Every thundering rev sends a jolt of adrenaline through my chest.

We break into a small clearing, some kind of campfire area deep in the woods. Blush stumbles, her boots catching on roots, and she crashes to the ground, laughing breathlessly. I skid to a stop, giggling too as I reach down to haul her up, but we’re out of time.

The forest explodes with noise as Wrath and Soul’s bikes burst through the trees, hitting the wet ground hard, tires screeching and chewing into the mud. They don’t stop, they just circle us, the sound deafening.

We flinch, arms shielding our faces, huddling together as dirt, mud, and dead leaves whip around us in a dizzying storm, turning the clearing into a filthy, spinning cyclone.

My heart pounds so hard until the roar dies down as they skid to a stop, their boots hitting the ground as they dismount their bikes

I squeak under my breath, gripping Blush’s hand tighter, ready to bolt again.

But it’s useless because we’re both caught, our hair yanked back hard, dragged down to our knees in the dirt like we were nothing.

My breath hitches as my eyes lock on Wrath’s above me before he crouches slowly, his red gaze shifting between mine and Blush’s with no expression, like he’s already decided what comes next.

Me and Blush breathe heavily, chest to chest, adrenaline pumping as we share a silent look. She doesn’t know what’s about to happen. I never told her. Never warned her.

Wrath’s hand suddenly lifts, his fingers tangling tight in both our hair, forcing us to face each other.

Well, I didn’t think about this—that he was gonna make me touch her, kiss her. This isn’t what I signed up for. And knowing Wrath, he knows that. He’s doing it on purpose, pushing me, making it just uncomfortable enough to watch me squirm.

Blush glances at my lips and I glance at hers, hesitation thick in the air, until Wrath forces us forward, giving us no choice. Our mouths crash together, and her hands find my face gently, a soft, feminine touch that contrasts everything else around us.

We part our lips, and our tongues meet, slow, wet, unspoken. Her lips are full and warm, her tongue pierced dead in the center. She tastes sweet, like she’s been eating cotton candy all night.

Blush moans into my mouth like she actually likes the taste of me, her tongue exploring every corner like she’s starving for it. I mean, it’s not like kissing Wrath, wasn’t expecting that anyway, but it’s hot. Really fucking hot. I’ve never kissed a girl before.

I can feel Wrath and Soul watching us as we start to lose ourselves, the heat building quick between my thighs. Then Wrath suddenly releases Blush’s hair and grabs her arm, guiding it between my legs. I flinch slightly when her fingers brush over my pussy through the fabric.

A second later, Wrath lets go of my hair, and I feel his hand dip beneath me from behind. His fingers grip my fishnets, and with one harsh tug, they rip apart, my panties snapping free right after, discarded like they were never meant to be there.

He keeps forcing Blush’s hand forward, and when her fingers finally my pussy again, she starts rubbing my clit, circling it with surprising precision and I gasp against her lips, unable to stop it.

Then Soul leans down, mirroring Wrath. He tears Blush’s fishnets and panties away like paper, exposing her to the night air before guiding my hand between her thighs.

My fingers slip through her slick lips until I find her clit and I notice right away, it’s pierced. I press down, the sensation unfamiliar, strange, but I don’t stop. The moment I do, she moans and rubs me harder, our rhythm syncing as tension coils tight inside us both.

Wrath stands and I hear his belt unbuckle, he’s now breathing heavier, clearly frustrated and heated. He takes our hair again, breaking our kiss and when we open our eyes, his pierced cock’s between us, big, solid and standing to attention, leaking at the tip.

Me and Blush share a quick glance and it’s as if she’s asking, but I don’t answer, because I was the only who planned this shit.

I lean forward, running my tongue along Wrath’s heavy shaft, and he hisses before forcing Blush forward. Her tongue flicks over the cum-smeared tip, and his cock twitches at the sensation, a growl rumbling from him.

Blush and I smother his thick cock with our wet mouths together, taking turns sucking hard and deepthroating. We don’t go easy, we push him to his limits, wanting to make him lose control.

He lets us take turns, staring down at us through heavy, red eyes, but I can tell by the way his hand tightens in my hair that he’s struggling—and his grunts just confirm it.

Blush and I don’t stop rubbing each other’s pussies while we work him, and when we moan, the vibrations ripple through him as our shared saliva coats his cock.

When I look up at Wrath again, I catch the small signal he gives to Soul, and he moves fast—his hands grip my hips, dragging me and Blush side by side before he slides two fingers into each of us, twisting deep, fast, unrelenting. We both jolt up onto our knees at the sudden intrusion, gasping, but then we’re moaning, helpless under how good it feels, how precise he is, how violently he knows to touch.

“Such slutty little wet pussies,” Soul growls from behind, digging in deeper, hitting that spot perfectly. “You got each other soaked.”

While Soul ruins us from the inside, Wrath takes full control of our breathless mouths, switching between us as he fucks our throats, making us gag, spit, choke—he doesn't stop.

When he finally cums, he yanks both our heads back at once, but aims for Blush’s open mouth, filling her up as his body sways, a slight falter in his stance betraying the force of his release.

Then he pulls Blush’s face to mine, yanking her up by the hair until her mouth hovers just above mine. I open instinctively, like I’m obeying some unspoken command, and Blush spits Wrath’s warm cum into my mouth. Wrath growls as he watches, and I swallow with a slow smile before me and Blush kiss again, messy, breathless, needing more.

Suddenly, I’m ripped back by my hair and slammed flat to the floor. Soul slides between my legs, and I glance up at Wrath—he gives me a small nod. That’s all I need.

Soul leans over me, hands already on my corset, desperate, rough—he tears the ribbon straight down the middle, peeling the fabric away to bare my chest. My breathing spikes as I push up onto my elbows, chest rising, his gaze locked to mine, fingers digging hard into my thighs as he spreads me open.

As he lowers his mouth onto me and licks all the way up my pussy, a sharp gasp rips out of me, my brows pinching together, the sensation unfamiliar—almost too much. That’s when I see it, right as he flicks upward, his tongue is split, pierced on both sides, and every movement feels like two tongues working in sync, dragging over me, pulling sounds I can’t control from deep in my throat.

Jesus Christ, I’m not gonna last.

His tongue moves with obscene precision, each half working independently, tracing opposite sides of my folds like they’ve done it a hundred times before. The metal piercings glint as they drag over my clit, cool for a second before the heat of his mouth follows.

It’s overwhelming—sharp and soft, wet and rough, the split flicking and curling like he’s tasting every inch of my pussy. One side presses inside while the other circles, relentless, like he’s trying to pull the orgasm out of me piece by piece, and it’s working—my hips jerk, thighs trembling against his grip as he keeps them wide, giving me no escape from the way that unnatural tongue toys with me.

As my moans rise, rough and broken, my brows pull tight, tingles shooting like fireworks across every inch of me, and I reach down fast, fingers threading into his white, blonde hair, gripping hard.

He chuckles softly against me, the sound low, smug, his breath scalding hot on my soaked skin like he knows exactly what that tongue does to women.

He doesn’t slow down, he only goes harder. The split tongue moves like it’s alive, one half slipping inside my pussyhole while the other lashes my throbbing clit, the piercings hitting just right with no break, no mercy.

He twists his head, angles deeper, and suddenly both halves are deep inside my pussy, writhing, teasing, fucking me, every flick a jolt that makes my spine arch and breath catch, and still, he holds me down, fingers bruising my thighs as I start to lose it, pulsing against his mouth, heat building too fast, too sharp, too much.

“Oh shit,” I gasp, my fingers fisting hard in his hair as my pussy bucks against his mouth, my climax peaking.

It crashes through me without warning, blinding and violent, my body locking up before it shatters completely, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as I cum hard against his face.

I twitch and convulse, everything wet, overstimulated, ruined, and still his tongue moves—slow now, teasing, like he’s savoring the mess he’s made of me.

When Soul finally pulls back, I blink up and see Wrath above me, one arm wrapped around Blush’s waist as he lifts her off the floor. She already looks half ruined—sweaty, shaking, lips parted—but it doesn’t stop Wrath from turning her and positioning her on all fours right above me, her pussy hovering just inches from my face.

I swallow hard as he looks down at me, one brow arched, testing me. Then he crouches, pressing two fingers to my lips. I open without hesitation, sucking around them, tasting Blush.

Below, I feel Blush’s arms moving—then her elbows press behind my thighs, forcing my legs wider, spreading me open like I’m hers to present.

Wrath’s slick fingers leave my mouth and twist straight into Blush’s asshole, and she lets out a sharp, broken moan. Almost at the same moment, I feel Soul shove his fingers deep into mine, and my body bucks, a gasp escaping before I can even catch it.

Wrath doesn’t wait—once his fingers are knuckle-deep, he shifts behind Blush, positioning with perfect control. From where I’m pinned, I have a full view as he presses his thick cock against her soaked entrance, and I watch every inch as he forces it in.

She struggles, body tensing, a strangled scream ripping from her throat, but Wrath doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop. He drives himself deep, ramming forward with no hesitation, splitting her wide open while her pussy clenches and drips just inches above my face.

As Soul starts working his fingers inside me, rough and deep, Blush lowers her mouth to my clit and sucks like she’s starving.

Above me, Wrath doesn’t waste a second; he slams into her so hard the sound of flesh on flesh cracks through the forest, echoing like a warning.

I can see everything, his balls smacking against her clit, her pussy swallowing him with each brutal thrust, lips stretched wide around his pierced cock, taking each spike, her cum turning thick, messy, dripping onto my face as she takes him deeper with every stroke.

Blush suddenly pulls off my clit, gasping, but before she can move, I hear her choke—Soul’s hand wrapped tight around her throat, holding her in place.

His fingers never stop inside me, fast, relentless, hitting the right spot and the sight of Wrath destroying her from behind, Soul choking her out while fingering me, it lights something violent in my chest.

I can feel my orgasm rising fast, out of control. My hand shoots up between Blush’s legs, rubbing her swollen, pierced clit with purpose as her body trembles above mine.

Wrath doesn’t let up, he fucks harder, crueller, every thrust punching a cry out of her, her breaths choked.

“Fucking come and I’ll let go,” Soul growls, voice tight with lust. “Be a good little lesbian and come hard on my brother’s dick.”

Just as I shatter, Blush does too at the same time and squirts over my face. It unexpectedly goes in my eyes, my open, screaming mouth. Soul and Wrath continue to wreck her, not letting go, making sure she's milked for everything. When that time comes, everyone slows down and she gasps for air.

I laugh from beneath, breathless.

That was fucking amazing and well fucking worth it.