Chapter 212: Greedy Girl

"Almost there," I whisper, pulling my cocks free of her throat just long enough for her to gasp in a lungful of air, spit and pre-cum smeared across her lips. "Almost got you open for me."

She sobs, actually sobs, tears streaking freely now, but her tail’s curling toward me, her hips are grinding back, and every part of her that isn’t her mouth is begging me to keep going.

I do.

Her throat does this little flutter thing right as I lose it, and that’s what pushes me over the edge completely.

Both cocks pulse at once, and I swear my brain stops working for a solid three seconds.

She doesn’t even flinch. Just moans around me like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, throat working overtime to keep up, some of it spilling out the corner of her mouth because there’s just too much.

Greedy little thing chases every last drop. I look down at her, and she’s got both hands between her own legs, rocking her hips against nothing, eyes rolled half up at me like she’s the one getting rewarded here.

She swallows, licks her lips slow and deliberate, and just to really drive the point home, drags her tongue across the tip one more time like she’s checking for leftovers.

Yeah. My dumb snake brain is not going to survive this woman.

She rolls onto her back without me even asking, legs spreading wide into a perfect M shape, and honestly, the audacity of the invitation alone should be illegal in several municipalities.

"Please fuck me," she says, breathless, like she’s been holding that in for an hour.

I lean down close to her face, close enough to feel her breath hitch.

"Fuck you?" I say. "Nah. I’m gonna breed you."

She gasps, an actual proper gasp, back arching off the floor like I just hit a button she didn’t know she had.

Well, can’t leave a lady waiting.

I wrap a coil of smoke around her waist and flip her over nice and easy, no effort at all, and she yelps into the sudden new position before I’m already lining up both cocks at once.

One slides into her pussy, tight and dripping and clearly furious at having been empty this whole time.

The thick head of my cock breaches her tight ass in one relentless push, stretching her open as her scream rips raw, and she full-on screams into the roulette table floor, fingers scrabbling for something to hold onto that isn’t there.

"Yes! Yes, fuck, please, fuck me...pl-pl-please! I need it, I need your cum so bad"

Okay, noted. Message received loud and clear.

I hold her steady with a band of smoke curled tight around her middle, pinning her hips right where I want them, and push down slow on her stomach so I can feel myself moving inside her from both sides at once.

Her spiked tail whips back and smacks against my balls, a sharp little sting that makes me hiss through my fangs, and I yank her hair back just enough to watch her face twist up in pure stupid pleasure.

Her face twists right in front of me, eyes rolled back, mouth slack and drooling, cheeks flushed dark as she moans my name like a prayer.

Then I start moving, properly moving.

She’s screaming my name into the table between broken little "yes"s, telling me she loves me, telling me she wants to be bred, and every single word just makes me push in harder, deeper, like her voice is a command I physically cannot ignore.

Poor pool noodle brain doesn’t stand a chance against this.

I start fucking her then, really fucking her, hard, deep thrusts that slap my muscles against her ass and drive her forward into the table with every stroke. The wet squelch of her soaked cunt and the tight drag of her ass around me fills the room, mixed with the slap of skin and her broken sobs of "Matt- love you—fuck, breed me, please, I’m yours." Her walls flutter and squeeze, milking me, begging for it.

I grind in deeper, smoke tightening around her middle, one smoke hand still pressing her belly so she feels every ridge of me claiming both holes at once. Her tail twitches uselessly now, her body gone soft and trembling, nothing left but raw need and the slick mess running down her thighs.

"That’s it, take it all, gonna flood this greedy cunt and fill your ass till you’re leaking me for days." Her sobs turned to whimpers, body gone supple and shaking, every thrust wringing fresh gushes of wetness from her as the smoke bindings held her open for more.

Her sobs fracture into broken whimpers, body softening under the smoke’s grip, muscles fluttering and yielding as another deep drive wrings a fresh spurt of wetness from her. The press on her belly forcing her to feel the obscene bulge of me claiming both holes at once. Her breath hitches, nipples tight and aching against the air-conditioned air, thighs trembling as the slick mess between them grows thicker, hotter, every thrust shoving the mingled fluids out in obscene little spurts.

I grab her leash and pull it back nice and slow, just enough to make her back arch up off the table, and I twist my other hand into her hair for good measure.

She screams into the pull, voice cracking, "Fill me, please, fill me with babies, I need it, please, Matt, breed me!"

Fuck. My whole body lights up hearing that. I want to so bad it actually hurts, some deep dumb part of my snake brain just latching onto the words and refusing to let go. Breed her, fill her up. Make her mine in the most stupid primal way possible.

I fuck her harder, her ass gripping me so tight it’s almost painful, her pussy squeezing around the other in these desperate little pulses like she’s trying to milk everything out of me at once.