When the Villains Unite - Chapter 18. Marriage (3) (M)

“Hnn… Damian, kiss me… please…,” I whispered, breath hitching.

Without hesitation, Damian lowered his head and captured my lips, his kiss deep and possessive. His tongue sought mine, and I eagerly responded, letting him dominate the kiss.

Meanwhile, the object filling me began to move. Its squirming motions became rhythmic, pushing deep inside until it stretched my walls completely before retreating to the edge of my entrance, only to thrust in again.

The sensation of being filled and emptied in such an alien but tantalizing rhythm left me gasping.

“…Hnnnghh…!”

As if unable to ignore the way my breasts bounced from the motions, Belhark seemed to direct the tentacles toward my chest. Two of them coiled around my breasts, cupping them firmly but not painfully. The tips of the tentacles began to prod and tease my nipples, coaxing more arousal out of me with every gentle poke and stroke.

The black cloth covering my eyes was now damp from the tears that had gathered, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

“Haaahp…!” I gasped, my breath hitching as the tentacles adjusted their movements.

It was as if they were equipped with sensors, targeting the most sensitive spots on my body with unerring precision. Every touch, every stroke focused on where I felt the most, driving me closer to the edge with an almost calculated expertise.

As the relentless friction on my most sensitive areas continued, I found myself gasping for breath. I turned my head, breaking away from the kiss with Damian to free my mouth for air. He pulled back, watching me with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity.

Belhark, meanwhile, remained silent, fully focused on controlling the tentacle creature.

Maybe it was thanks to his concentration, but it felt like every inch of my body was being thoroughly attended to. My neck, chest, stomach, inner thighs, even my feet—there wasn’t a single place left untouched. The overwhelming sensation left me feeling completely enveloped, filled in every sense of the word.

The hardest part to endure was the tentacle relentlessly thrusting into my entrance, its speed and intensity driving me wild.

“Haa… ahhng… Brother… it tickles… hnn, ahhh…!”

“Only tickles?” Belhark’s voice finally broke the silence, low and teasing.

“Hnn… it feels good… really good… haa, ahhh…!”

Surprisingly, the initial discomfort and resistance I felt toward the tentacles had long since vanished.

Despite being blindfolded, completely naked, and subjected to something other than Belhark and Damian, the shame that should have accompanied the situation had dissolved entirely. All that remained was pure, unfiltered pleasure, spilling out of me in the form of moans and cries.

Tears streamed down my face, dripping off my chin as uncontrollable excitement coursed through me. The slick sounds of my arousal dripping onto the sheets mixed with the wet squelching noises from the tentacle moving inside me, heightening my embarrassment—but also my arousal.

“Hnnngh… ahhh… ahhhng…!”

“Whew… This is something else,” Belhark muttered, his voice thick with restrained desire as he watched the scene unfold.

“Hnn… wh-what are you… saying… ahhh…!”

As the tentacles relentlessly teased and pleasured me, Damian, who had been gently stroking my hair, murmured something in a low voice.

Soon after, I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, followed by clothes rustling and falling to the floor. Before I could fully process what was happening, something firm and unyielding pressed against my backside, causing me to let out a sharp cry.

“Hahh… hnnngh… it’s too… big… huff…”

Damian’s massive length slowly pushed into my rear entrance. Thanks to the slick arousal dripping down my body, he slid in more smoothly than I expected, but his sheer size still left me gasping. It took a moment for my body to adjust to the overwhelming fullness, my muscles instinctively clenching around him as I struggled to accommodate him.

Even as my entrance was being relentlessly filled and stimulated, I struggled to adjust to Damian’s size. In the midst of this, Belhark’s cold voice cut through the air, directed sharply at Damian.

“I warned you. She’s not fully ready yet.”

“As long as I don’t finish inside, it’ll be fine. Besides, this doesn’t count,” Damian replied dismissively.

“Wh-what are you two… talking about…? Hnnngh… ahhh!”

Before I could finish my sentence, Damian thrust his hips harder, driving his massive length deeper into me. The sudden motion robbed me of my words, leaving me unable to do anything but gasp and moan.

There was an icy tension in their conversation, but my mind was too overwhelmed by the sensations wracking my body to focus on it. The pressure of being filled in both places had me teetering on the edge of climax, leaving me dizzy with pleasure.

“Hnnngh… Brother, ahhh… Damian, faster…! Haaahhhng!”

With my plea, the tentacle inside me began to thrust even faster, its relentless movements surpassing even the usual pace of the brothers. It reached deep into my inner walls with precision and speed, leaving me completely limp and unable to resist.

At the same time, I could sense Damian behind me, pounding into my rear entrance with unrestrained vigor. His low, guttural groans of pleasure reached me through the blindfold, intensifying the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

“Hnn… ahhhhnngh!”

Before I could comprehend it fully, I was overcome. My entire body trembled violently as I reached my climax, the twin sensations of being filled in both entrances driving me to a peak unlike any other. My hips bucked uncontrollably, rising off the bed as waves of pleasure overtook me.

The sudden tightening of my rear around Damian’s length drew a sharp intake of breath from him. But neither Damian nor the tentacle inside my front stopped moving, continuing to thrust as if my climax had only spurred them on further.

“Haaah… why won’t this stop…? Hnn… Brother, make it stop… Damian, you too, pull out… please… ahhh!”

“But why should I? Your tight little ass is holding onto my cock so perfectly right now. Isn’t it a bit cruel to ask me to stop, Sis?” Damian teased, his tone playful yet filled with lust.

“Hnngh! N-no…! Brother, please… tell him to stop, to pull out… ahhh…!”

Despite my pleas, the relentless movements of Damian behind me and the tentacle in front continued at the same merciless pace, driving me deeper into the throes of overstimulation.

I desperately called out for Belhark, hoping he would intervene, but there was no response. Instead, I felt a hand—presumably his—rest gently on top of my head.

As I shuddered and swayed in rhythm with the pounding thrusts inside me, Belhark spoke calmly, completely unaffected by my predicament.

“You’re handling it just fine, Rose. There’s no need to stop.”

“Not the most graceful sight, is it?”

“Hnnngh… Brother?” I whimpered, looking up toward Belhark’s voice.

“Your expression says it all. Here you are, stuffed in both holes, looking like you’re about to lose yourself completely,” he teased, his tone both mocking and laced with desire.

“Haaah… then… then take it out…! Hnngh… I feel like I’m going to break… ahhh!”

“If that’s what you really want,” he said smoothly.

True to his word, Belhark finally commanded the tentacle to withdraw from my entrance. As it slid out, the copious slickness that had built up between it and my inner walls spilled out in a messy cascade, soaking my thighs.

But Damian, who was still relentlessly thrusting into my rear, showed no signs of stopping. If anything, the absence of the tentacle made the pressure from his thick length feel even more intense. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure rippling through me, the emptiness in front making the stimulation from behind feel almost unbearable.

“Ahhh… hnn… it’s too much…!”

In that moment, my body was tilted forward, leaving me suspended in midair, propped up by the tentacles Belhark had summoned. The new position allowed Damian to thrust even deeper, his length driving relentlessly into my inner walls.

“How’s that? Feeling better now?” Damian teased from behind, his voice smug.

“Hnngh… no… I hate it… Bel, brother… do something, please… ahhh…” I begged, the words tumbling out between gasps.

“I already pulled it out like you asked,” Belhark said in his usual calm, almost gentle tone. “But now you say you hate this too? I can’t tell what you want, Rose. How would you like me to help?”

His infuriatingly composed response was accompanied by a faint chuckle from Damian, who was clearly enjoying the situation. To me, it felt like both of them were equally intent on teasing me until I completely unraveled.

When I hesitated, unable to answer Belhark’s question through the haze of overstimulation, he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look straight ahead as he calmly waited for my reply.

“Hnngh… put it in… yours, please… hurry…!” I finally managed to plead, desperation dripping from my voice.

“You’re too late, Rose.”

With the words “too late,” Belhark calmly unfastened his belt. The soft sound of his clothes falling to the floor was soon followed by the sensation of his swollen tip pressing against my lips.

Almost instinctively, I parted my lips and let my tongue swirl around the head of his arousal, coaxing a soft groan from him. In response, his hand gently stroked my hair, an almost affectionate gesture.

“If you can satisfy me,” he said in a low, smooth tone, “I’ll give you a reward you’ll enjoy even more.”

“Haa… hnn…” I whimpered softly in acknowledgment, my breath shaky.

“Good girl,” Belhark praised with a calm warmth, his fingers sweeping my loose hair to one side, neatly tucking it away.

I knew full well that he was doing it so he could have a clear view of me, my lips wrapped tightly around him, but the act only made the moment more intoxicating.

Eager to meet his expectations, I began to gently lick along the textured surface of his arousal, tracing every ridge with my tongue. Starting from the base, I worked my way up slowly, savoring the way his body reacted. Once I reached the tip, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked lightly, eliciting a small twitch from him. Noticing his response, I teasingly flicked my tongue against the sensitive head, drawing it out bit by bit.

“Hnn… my arms… ahh, let me go… it’s uncomfortable… hnnngh!” I pleaded breathlessly, wriggling against the restraints.

The tentacles wrapped around my arms loosened and slithered away, finally freeing me. With my arms now liberated, I wasted no time, reaching out to grab hold of Belhark’s length.

I leaned in, filling my mouth with him as much as I could, letting my lips stretch around his thickness. The ridged surface of his arousal twitched slightly against my tongue and teeth, reacting to every movement as I began to work him with more enthusiasm.

I matched the movement of my head to the rhythm of Damian’s relentless thrusts from behind. Every time he lost control and pushed too hard, his length would hit the back of my throat, leaving it sore and aching.

“Kuht…” I choked softly, struggling to maintain composure.

Belhark, on the other hand, seemed perfectly pleased, his quiet groans and relaxed posture making it clear he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

I couldn’t help but feel exasperated at the sudden shift in their behavior. At first, they acted like they were going to indulge me completely, but now the Orca brothers seemed more intent on overwhelming me for their own pleasure.

With every deep thrust Damian made into my rear, the pressure inside me grew unbearable, teasing the emptiness at the front and leaving me craving more.

What frustrated me the most, though, was not being able to see Belhark’s face—the expression he made as I worked so hard to please him with my mouth. I wanted to see the way he looked at me, drunk on pleasure, but the blindfold robbed me of that satisfaction.

I released my grip on Belhark’s arousal and slid my hand down to his thigh, feigning a change in focus. Then, as a distraction, I lightly grazed his skin with my teeth, making him direct his attention to that sensation. Taking advantage of the moment, I quickly untied the cloth covering my eyes.

“Sis…!” Damian immediately reacted, clearly watching me even as he continued to thrust into me.

Ignoring him, I met Belhark’s gaze, now free to see him clearly. With wide, pleading eyes, I silently begged him not to put the blindfold back on.

Belhark’s brows furrowed, whether out of arousal or irritation at my disobedience, I couldn’t tell. He looked down at me with a mix of intensity and desire. I didn’t break eye contact, tilting my head slightly as I took him back into my mouth, filling it completely with his length.

His expression darkened further at my defiance. Without a word, his large hand reached down and gently but firmly gripped the back of my head.

He began guiding me, moving my head back and forth along his arousal, setting the pace himself. The pressure wasn’t painful, but the way he took control left me no choice but to follow his lead.

“Hnnngh… mmph… slurp… ahh…”

Belhark’s length disappeared and reappeared before my eyes, thrusting deep into my throat and then retreating, only to press forward again. The sheer size of it, reaching into the depths of my throat, was overwhelming and left me struggling to keep up. The corners of my mouth ached slightly from the repeated motion, but I was too lost in the sensations to focus on it.

Taking advantage of the moment, Damian’s pace from behind intensified noticeably. His movements became more forceful, and the slick sound of his thrusts filled the room as he relentlessly drove into the now-soaked entrance.

At the same time, the strange emptiness in my front began to ache with a peculiar sensation. A sudden pressure built deep inside me, a fullness that was so overwhelming it brought an odd urge—a sense of needing to release something.

Could this really be happening? Am I about to climax without even being touched inside?

“Hnn… Sis, why are you clenching so much? You’re squeezing me so tight back here. Can you even take me like this?” Damian groaned, his voice rough with effort.

“Hnnngh…!”

I wanted to refute Damian’s words, but the strange heat building in the empty space inside me seemed to affirm his statement. It was as if my body agreed, responding uncontrollably to the overwhelming sensations.

With Belhark’s hand guiding my head rapidly along his length, a dizzying sensation began to set in. The relentless pace of the Orca brothers intensified, both of them moving in perfect, merciless rhythm. Tears streamed freely down my face as I was rocked back and forth, completely at their mercy.

Meanwhile, the tentacles continued to glide over my body, amplifying my sensitivity with every touch. They brushed along my skin, teasingly grazing every nerve ending and leaving me trembling with overstimulation.