When the Villains Unite - Chapter 17: Promise (5) (M)

I couldn’t shake the feeling that this entire act was some sort of competition between the two of them. It made me wonder if, later, Belhark might also leave his own marks on me, as if staking his claim.

After leaving about three kiss marks on my skin, Damian spread my legs further apart. His hand moved deliberately, brushing over the fabric of my underwear as he searched for my concealed clitoris, his touch slow and calculated.

But finding my clitoris through the fabric of my underwear wasn’t easy. Still, every time Damian’s hand accidentally grazed the sensitive, slightly protruding spot, my body flinched involuntarily.

Noticing my reactions, Damian relentlessly targeted the spot where I was most sensitive, teasing it repeatedly. It wasn’t long before the fabric of my underwear grew damp.

“Nngh… ahh!”

“Lift your hips a little, Sis.”

At his request, I lifted my hips slightly, and Damian wasted no time in pulling off the bothersome underwear in one swift motion. Now fully exposed, my body was entirely at their mercy, with no barriers left between us.

Damian brought his face close to my most private area. I could feel his breath against me, sending an involuntary shiver through my body. Instinctively, I tensed, and the sensation of fluids spilling out of me made me acutely aware of my vulnerability.

His hot tongue replaced the air, finding its place against my sensitive flesh. Damian fixated on my clitoris, licking it persistently, as if determined to wring every reaction out of me.

“Haa… ahh… ngh…!”

At that moment, Belhark moved behind me, propping my back up with a pillow. Then, shifting forward, he leaned in and began sucking on the areola he had been toying with moments earlier.

Bright red marks quickly bloomed across the pale skin of my chest. His tongue teased and tormented the hardened peak with relentless focus. The sensation of blood rushing both above and below made soft moans escape my lips involuntarily. Instinctively, my hand reached out to grab Belhark’s neatly styled hair.

He glanced up at me with a mischievous smile, one that seemed almost calculated. As much as Damian was relentless, it seemed Belhark wasn’t above using charm to his advantage either.

As the heat surged through me, my face flushed deeply, burning as though it had caught fire. Noticing this, Belhark leaned in again, sucking hard on my chest, just as Damian had done earlier, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else.

“Hah… ngh… it hurts… stop…”

“Sorry, did that hurt?” he said with a light chuckle. “For some reason, I’m having trouble holding back today.”

Belhark, after offering his apology, suddenly bit down firmly on the sensitive spot he had been teasing. His teeth sank into my flesh as he lightly chewed, and, to my surprise, a strange wave of arousal coursed through me, causing my hips to jolt involuntarily.

Meanwhile, Damian had completely pressed himself against my most intimate area, his tongue gliding effortlessly over every inch as if determined to claim every drop of fluid.

Then, his tongue found my entrance. When my legs instinctively tightened around Damian’s back, I felt his tongue unexpectedly slip inside.

“Haa… ahh! It… it went in… ngh…” I gasped, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation.

For a moment, I caught sight of Damian’s eyes widening in surprise, as though even he hadn’t anticipated this reaction.

However, it seemed he was displeased by the fact that I, in my flustered state, had relaxed my legs around him. With deliberate force, he lifted my legs again and continued exploring my entrance, his hot tongue delving deeper, seeking every hidden corner.

I panicked and tried to pull away, but Damian held my hips firmly in place, relentlessly mimicking penetration by thrusting his tongue in and out of my entrance.

“Haa… ahh! Not there… ngh… stop…”

As his tongue stretched my entrance, a trickle of arousal escaped me, making my face burn with embarrassment. I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified, but Damian showed no signs of stopping.

Desperate to distract myself, I reached for Belhark, who had been leaving kiss marks on my chest. Pulling his head up, I pressed my lips to his. Leaving my now-slick chest behind, he slid a hand to the back of my head, pushing my hair aside as he tilted my face to deepen the kiss.

“Nngh…!”

While I was focused on Belhark, Damian withdrew his tongue from my entrance and abruptly pushed two fingers inside instead.

As my walls instinctively clenched around his fingers, he began to move them back and forth, seemingly to help me relax. The slickness of my arousal quickly coated his fingers, making his movements smoother and more fluid.

My muffled moans were swallowed by Belhark’s lips as Damian’s fingers moved faster, the lewd, wet sounds growing louder with each thrust. The stimulation from below made it impossible for me to focus on the kiss, and my breathy whimpers filled the space between us.

Noticing my distraction, Belhark pulled away from my lips and returned his attention to my chest. His fingers pinched and twisted the hardened peak of my breast, heightening the overwhelming sensations coursing through me and pushing me closer to climax.

“Haa… ahh… ngh…!”

As my body arched and trembled from the intensity of release, Belhark gently ran his hands down my body, soothing me as I lingered in the afterglow of my climax.

Meanwhile, Damian rose and positioned himself between my legs. Without hesitation, he swiftly removed his shirt, revealing his bare chest. Belhark followed suit, discarding his top as well.

While Damian began stripping off his lower garments, Belhark shifted his attention, his hand trailing lower to toy with my rear. The moment I felt his fingers brush against the sensitive area, I froze in surprise. It had been almost a month since anyone had touched me there.

Whenever I was with Belhark or receiving Damian’s attention, it was almost always my entrance that was teased or penetrated. Anything involving my rear had long been left untouched.

“Nngh… Brother, I haven’t… done that recently…” I murmured hesitantly, my voice trembling with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” Belhark reassured me with a soft, almost teasing smile. “I’ll take my time and make sure it feels good.”

“…Mmh…”

Damian had already positioned his thick, lengthy member at my entrance, aligning it with precision. Meanwhile, Belhark’s fingers were slowly working their way into my rear, gradually stretching the tight space to make room.

Damian teased me at first, rubbing his length against my sensitive folds as if to further arouse me. But soon, without warning, he thrust it deep into my entrance, filling me completely in one swift motion.

I gasped sharply, the sudden fullness making it feel like the air had been knocked out of me.

“Haa… ahh…!”

The sensation was almost euphoric, teetering on the edge of bliss. Belhark’s and Damian’s members were subtly different—while Belhark’s was thick and straight, Damian’s was slightly girthier, creating a distinct feeling of fullness.

As my entrance tightened around Damian’s length, a deep sense of satisfaction began to bubble within me, heightened by the way Belhark’s fingers carefully worked to stretch and prepare my rear.

Damian shifted us onto the bed, lying down with me on top of him. My body pressed against his as I straddled him, the closeness amplifying the intensity of every movement.

Behind me, Belhark remained focused on loosening my tightness. His meticulous touch sent tingles up my spine, the fine hairs on my body standing on end with each gentle press and stroke.

Damian, perhaps noticing my focus shifting to Belhark’s actions, made a bold move. He thrust his hips upward with force, lifting my body along with him. As I came down, his length drove deeply into my inner walls, filling me to the hilt.

“Nngh! Haa… it’s too deep… ahh…” I whimpered breathlessly, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“If you’re complaining about this, how do you plan to handle what’s next?” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“It’s not… ngh… complaining… ahh…” I tried to retort, my words faltering as pleasure overtook me.

Unbothered by my protests, Damian began moving his hips rhythmically, his thrusts steady and deliberate. With each motion, my body rocked up and down, the slick connection between us producing obscene wet sounds as his movements grew faster.

The position amplified the stimulation, and every time my most sensitive area pressed against the base of Damian’s shaft, a jolt of sensation coursed through me. Yet, with Belhark’s presence behind me, I couldn’t lift myself to lessen the intensity; instead, I had no choice but to feel every bit of it.

At some point, two of Belhark’s fingers had slipped into my rear. The cool sensation of gel being applied to the area made me shiver as it trickled down along the cleft of my buttocks, accompanied by the wet, squelching sound of his fingers spreading it further inside.

“Haa… ngh… it’s cold… ahh…”

Thanks to the gel, Belhark’s movements became smoother and more fluid. He continued to stretch me slowly, carefully widening the tight space. Yet, instead of soothing me, the deliberate action only heightened my anticipation, setting my nerves alight.

For a moment, it felt like I might be ready for him to enter fully… but the instant he added a third finger, I realized just how mistaken I was.

“Nngh… ahh!” I cried out, my body tensing involuntarily at the intrusion.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this, but I didn’t expect you to tighten up this much,” Belhark said, his tone somewhere between amusement and observation.

“Haa… ahh… it hurts… ngh… it’s not… stretching… ahh…”

Despite my protests, Belhark continued moving his fingers in and out, deliberately setting his rhythm out of sync with Damian’s. The alternating sensations from both ends overwhelmed me, leaving me breathless and unable to focus.

What initially felt unbearable soon began to shift. In an instant, the discomfort of his fingers gave way to a strange, building pleasure. His persistent, skillful touch drew involuntary reactions from me, and I found myself clenching and relaxing around him repeatedly. Belhark quickly picked up on the change in my moans.

“Haa… ngh, ahh…! It feels… good… ahh…” I whimpered, unable to deny the wave of heat coursing through me.

Then, suddenly, Belhark slid his fingers out completely, leaving me empty. The abrupt absence made my entrance flutter, as if searching for the presence that had just been there. An unexpected thought crossed my mind—I wanted something, anything, to fill me again.

In one swift motion, Belhark stripped off his clothes and positioned himself behind me, aligning his member with my hole. Without hesitation, he pushed inside all at once.

The stretch was immediate and overwhelming—his thick length far exceeded what his fingers had prepared me for. My entrance widened to its limit, and I gasped, my breath catching in my throat from the intense sensation.

At the same time, the tension in my body caused my inner walls to tighten instinctively around Damian’s shaft. He let out a low groan in response to the sudden squeeze.

“Haa… ahh… ngh… it’s too much… ahh…” I whimpered, overwhelmed by the dual sensations.

“Kuht…”

As my body worked to adjust to his size, my entrance instinctively clenched and released around Belhark’s length, trying to grow accustomed to the overwhelming stretch. Sensing my discomfort, he ran his hands soothingly along the curve of my back, tracing up and down in an attempt to relax me.

When I lowered my head, trembling slightly, Belhark seemed concerned. He leaned forward, lifting my upper body gently and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. The gesture, though surprising, helped ground me.

At the same time, Damian, who had paused earlier, resumed his movements. With each thrust of his hips, his shaft grazed my inner walls in a way that sent jolts of sensation through me. The motion caused Belhark’s member to shift slightly inside me, even though he wasn’t moving, creating an overwhelming, layered stimulation.

“Ngh… ahh… haah…”

As my body grew more accustomed to the overwhelming sensations, Belhark began to move his hips slowly, testing my reaction. His lips parted from mine, and Damian took the opportunity to grasp my bouncing chest, resuming his vigorous thrusts with renewed intensity.

Without the support of Belhark’s arms, I naturally leaned forward against Damian’s chest, settling into a position that made it easier for Belhark to move more freely behind me. He placed his hands firmly on my hips, stabilizing me as he started thrusting in a steady rhythm.

“Haa… ahh… it feels so good… ngh… Brother, Damian…” I whimpered, my voice barely audible between my moans.

“……”

“Faster… just a little faster… ahh!” I pleaded breathlessly.

They heeded my request, picking up their pace. This was exactly what I had wanted—the feeling of their thick, heated lengths sliding in and out of me, stretching me, filling me completely. The slickness of my walls made each thrust smooth but unrelenting, their movements creating wet, obscene sounds that echoed through the room. Their relentless rhythm pushed me closer to the edge, my body trembling with every stroke that relentlessly claimed me.

Belhark and Damian alternated their movements, thrusting into me from front and back in a rhythm that only grew faster and more relentless.

Belhark used his hands to spread the cleft of my hips further apart, lowering his face to my back. He began leaving marks along my skin with his lips and teeth, his touch rough but heated. Despite this, his pace from behind didn’t falter, maintaining its intensity.

“Haa… ahh…! Ngh, it’s too fast… ahh!” I gasped, my voice trembling with each thrust.

“Weren’t you the one asking us to go faster just a moment ago?” Belhark teased, his tone laced with amusement.

“Ahh… but it’s… too fast now…”

I feel like I’m about to lose it. I swallowed the words before they escaped my lips. In an attempt to slow them down, I tightened the muscles around them, hoping it would force them to ease their pace.

For a brief moment, I felt them flinch, their movements stuttering slightly. But instead of slowing down, they only sped up, their thrusts gaining even more momentum. My attempt to control the situation had backfired—my tightening seemed to spur them on, drawing satisfied groans from both of them.

On the other hand, I was overwhelmed. The sensation of their lengths filling me so completely became all the more vivid after I clenched, pushing me to the brink. Tears of pleasure spilled uncontrollably from my eyes, and as they rolled down my cheeks, Damian leaned in to lick one off my face, his tongue tracing the curve of my flushed skin.

“Haa… ngh… ahh…” I whimpered, unable to hold back the sounds spilling from me.

“Ha… Sis, you feel amazing,”

Their pace grew so fast that any effort on my part to move my hips became meaningless. I could do nothing but brace myself on my knees, helplessly feeling their relentless thrusts. Their alternating rhythms occasionally aligned by chance, and when both pushed into me at the same time, my body nearly gave out, trembling under the overwhelming sensation.

After several such moments, my arms, which were holding me up against the bed, began to shake uncontrollably. Noticing this, Belhark intentionally let my arms collapse, causing me to lean fully against Damian. My bare chest pressed against his firm, muscular torso, rising and falling with each ragged breath.

The pounding of a heartbeat thudded in my ears, but I couldn’t tell whether it was mine or his—it felt as though we had merged into one pulsing, heated connection.

“Haa… ahh! Ahh… ngh…!”

“Hu… Rose…”

“Yes… ahh… it feels… so good… ahh…!”

I clung to them desperately, my cries turning into broken sobs as tears streamed freely down my face.

Belhark, now completely unrestrained like a wild stallion, pounded into me with such force that my skin burned red from the repeated impact. The constant flow of arousal drenched the sheets beneath us, leaving them damp and sticky. My entire body felt like it was on fire, the heat so overwhelming that dizziness clouded my mind.

Yet no one showed any signs of stopping. The relentless rhythm consumed us all, and I surrendered to the intense pleasure, my high-pitched moans spilling out uncontrollably. At some point, those moans blurred together into a continuous melody, a sign of my body’s spiraling tension.

“Hah… ngh… I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore… ahh… I’m going to… ngh, I’m going to come!”

At my desperate cries, they seemed to make up their minds, quickening their pace even further.

I could do nothing but cling to Damian, my body trembling uncontrollably in his arms. By then, I couldn’t tell if the wetness soaking his chest was from my tears or my drool, but it left his skin damp and glistening.

Their relentless movements, thrusting into me from both ends, reached a synchronized peak. The moment they struck my most sensitive spots simultaneously, my vision went completely white, and my body stiffened as if I had turned to wood. A high-pitched moan, uncontrollable and raw, tore from my lips as I unraveled.

“Ahh… haaahng…!”

As my walls clenched tightly in the aftermath of my climax, their members twitched inside me, releasing warm liquid deep within. The sensation of their release, paired with my own trembling body, sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me.

My hips convulsed uncontrollably as though I was caught in a never-ending spasm, refusing to settle down. The intense waves of sensation left me teary-eyed, my vision blurring as exhaustion began to creep in.

Noticing that I couldn’t bring myself to move, Belhark slowly withdrew, his length sliding out of me. Damian followed shortly after, both of them observing my state with quiet focus.

“Haa… ngh… ah…” I exhaled weakly, barely able to form words as I felt the warmth they had left inside me begin to trickle out. The sticky fluid spilled from both openings, trailing down my thighs in a way that made my flushed face burn even more. I closed my eyes, my body trembling uncontrollably, though it wasn’t something I had any control over.

The Orca brothers, seeing that I was still lost in the haze of lingering pleasure and visibly exhausted, gently laid me down on the bed. Their hands moved soothingly over my body, as if trying to calm me.

“…I’m not… sleepy…” I murmured faintly, attempting to protest.

But I knew all too well what would happen next. Once I fell asleep, they would handle everything, cleaning up the mess left behind.

Even as I tried to fight it, my body gave in, and my heavy eyelids closed. The pull of darkness was too strong to resist, and I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.