One-Man Gang Bang
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The forest road was a ribbon of packed earth no wider than a wagon’s wheels, hemmed in on both sides by towering pines and the occasional oak whose roots buckled the path like old knuckles. Sunlight filtered through the canopy in thin, slanted blades, painting shifting gold on the moss and fallen needles. The air smelled of resin and damp bark; every breath carried the faint, metallic tang of distant rain.
Ubel walked with her hands clasped behind her head, emerald hair swaying with each lazy step. Her cloak, dark purple, hemmed in silver thread, flapped open to reveal the tight black leotard beneath, cut high on the hips and low across the chest. She kicked a pebble; it skittered ahead, bounced off a root, and vanished into the underbrush.
“I’m so boooored,” she announced to the treetops. “Three days of nothing but birds and your snoring, Land. I’m starting to miss the smell of blood.”
Land, a head taller and twice as broad, trudged beside her in his usual brown leathers, axe slung across his back like a sleeping bear. His blond hair was tied in a short tail; a faint scar ran from his left ear to the corner of his mouth. He didn’t look at her, just kept his eyes on the road ahead.
“This stretch is secure,” he said, voice low and even. “Lord Aldric sends his troops through every season. Keeps the wolves lean, the goblins scattered, and his soldiers sharp. No point wasting steel on monsters that aren’t there.”
Ubel dropped her arms, letting them swing. “That explains the last town. Barely a single adventurer in the tavern. Just farmers with pitchforks and a bard who thought ‘epic’ meant rhyming ‘sword’ with ‘lord’ seventeen times.” She smirked. “I considered murdering him for the art, but the ale was decent.”
Land snorted. “You’d have started a riot. The place was packed with off-duty guards. Aldric pays well, keeps the roads safe, keeps the taxes low, keeps the peasants happy. Smart man.”
“Smart men are dull,” Ubel sighed, spinning on her heel to walk backward, boots scuffing the dirt. “I want something that bleeds when I cut it. Or at least screams creatively.”
A bird took flight overhead, wings beating hard against the stillness. Land’s hand twitched toward his axe, then relaxed. “You’ll get your fun eventually. Roads like this don’t stay tame forever. Something always slips through.”
Ubel’s grin sharpened, eyes glinting like amethysts in the fractured light. “Promise?”
Land didn’t answer. He just kept walking, the forest swallowing their footsteps behind them.
Ubel spun back around, boots crunching on the pine needles, and fixed Land with a lazy, predatory smile. “Speaking of dull,” she drawled, eyes flicking to the massive axe slung across his back. “Why’s a mage hauling that thing? Planning to chop firewood with a spell circle?”
Land didn’t break stride. “Next town’s Grimhold. Mercenary pit. Half the population’s ex-soldiers, sellswords, or wannabe warlords. They respect muscle over mana.” He tapped the axe’s worn haft. “Carrying this says I’m not worth the hassle. Unarmed mage? They’ll test you just to see if you bleed pretty. Dealing with meatheads is exhausting.”
Ubel’s grin widened, delighted. “So it’s a ‘don’t talk to me’ sign. I approve.” She flicked her wrist; a thin blade of violet light shimmered into existence, then vanished. “Still. One spell and their brains paint the walls. Art.”
Land grunted. “And then we’re banned from the only inn with decent ale for fifty miles. Axe keeps the peace. You want blood, wait for something that deserves it.”
Ubel pouted, kicking another pebble. “You’re no fun.”
“Fun gets us chased by bounty hunters. Axe gets us a bed.” He adjusted the strap across his chest. “Pick your battles.”
The road curved ahead, sunlight glinting off distant rooftops. Grimhold’s smoke was already visible, thin and gray against the green. Ubel sighed theatrically but fell into step beside him, humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like a funeral march.
The clearing opened like a pocket in the forest’s green fist: a flat circle of packed earth ringed by fire-scarred stones, a lean-to stacked with seasoned logs, and a weathered sign nailed to a stump. The paint had flaked, but the words were still legible:
LAST CAMP – 20 MILES TO GRIMHOLD
A shallow brook gurgled along the far edge, silver in the slanting light. No tents, no smoke, no footprints. Just the hush of pine needles and the low drone of insects.
Land unslung his pack beside the fire pit. “Sun drops behind the ridge in two hours. We camp here.”
Ubel dropped her own pack with a theatrical sigh, stretching until her spine cracked. “Fine by me. I’m starving.” She kicked at the sign, testing its sturdiness. “Twenty miles of nothing but trees and your sparkling conversation? I’ll need protein.”
Land was already kneeling, coaxing a spark from flint and steel into the tinder. “Rabbit snare’s in the side pocket. Brook’s full of trout if you’re feeling fancy.”
Ubel’s eyes glinted. “I’ll take the rabbit. Less chance of it lecturing me about ‘sustainable mana flow’ while I gut it.”
Flames caught, licking up the kindling. Land fed it slowly, the orange glow painting the clearing gold. Ubel vanished into the underbrush with a length of cord and a wicked little knife, humming that same funeral tune.
By the time the first stars pricked the sky, the fire was steady, a pair of cleaned rabbits spitted and dripping fat into the coals. Ubel sat cross-legged on a log, sharpening her blade with lazy, rhythmic strokes. Land turned the spits, the scent of sizzling meat curling between them like an unspoken truce.
“Tomorrow,” he said, “we walk into Grimhold with the axe and no questions. Tonight, we eat.”
Ubel licked grease from her thumb, grinning. “Deal. But if anyone snores, I’m using them for target practice.”
Land just handed her a skewer. The forest settled around them, quiet and waiting.
The fire popped and hissed, sending a shower of tiny sparks spiraling up into the dark. The rabbits were mostly gone now, crispy skin, tender meat, a few bones picked clean. Ubel sat cross-legged on her bedroll, one elbow propped on her knee, the last skewer dangling from her fingers. Grease glistened on her chin; she didn’t bother wiping it off.
Around them the forest had fully woken for the night. Crickets sawed their endless song. Somewhere deeper in the trees an owl asked its low, lonely question. A fox yipped once, sharp and distant. The brook kept up its soft, constant murmur, like someone breathing through their mouth while they slept.
Ubel tilted her head back, eyes sliding over to the weathered sign at the edge of the clearing.
LAST CAMP – 20 MILES TO GRIMHOLD
She sighed through her nose, long and dramatic, then rolled her gaze toward Land.
He sat on the opposite side of the fire, broad shoulders hunched forward, sharpening the edge of his axe with slow, deliberate strokes of a whetstone. The rhythmic shhhk-shhhk blended into the night sounds like it belonged there.
“Hey,” Ubel said, voice casual but edged with curiosity. She licked her thumb clean. “How many of your little copies can you make at once? Clones, doubles, whatever you call them when you’re feeling poetic.”
Land didn’t look up. The whetstone glided along the blade again, shhhk, before he answered. “Depends.”
Ubel waited. When he offered nothing else, she flicked a rabbit bone at him. It bounced off his forearm and landed in the dirt.
He sighed, finally lifting his eyes. The firelight turned them amber. “On a good day, fresh, no injuries, plenty of mana? Eight. Solid ones. They can fight, bleed, die. You’d need a sharp eye to tell them from me.”
Ubel’s brows lifted. “Eight?” She sounded almost impressed. “That’s more than I thought. What about a bad day?”
“Three, maybe four. They’re weaker, dumber, fall apart faster. Still good for misdirection or carrying packs.” He tapped the whetstone against the axe head once, testing the edge. “If I push past eight… they start bleeding mana instead of blood. Look like ghosts. Useful for intimidation, useless for anything that requires swinging steel.”
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, chin in her hands. The fire painted shifting orange across her face, making her smile look sharper than usual.
“So theoretically,” she said slowly, “you could surround someone with nine of you, including the real one, and they’d have no idea which to stab first.”
Land gave a single, dry chuckle. “Theoretically. Practically? The mana drain would leave me on my knees after thirty seconds. And the copies aren’t perfect. The more I make, the less convincing they become. They don’t blink right. Or breathe right. Someone who’s fought me before would notice.”
Ubel’s grin widened, slow and delighted. “I like the idea of nine Lands. All that muscle, all that stoic frowning. Very aesthetic.”
He rolled his eyes and went back to sharpening. “You’re weird.”
“Says the man who can triplicate himself.” She flopped backward onto her bedroll, arms spread, staring up at the canopy where stars peeked through the branches. “Eight, huh… I wonder how many I could take at once.”
The whetstone paused.
Land looked across the fire at her sprawled form, emerald hair fanned out like spilled ink, leotard riding up just enough to show a sliver of pale stomach in the firelight.
He cleared his throat. “We’re not testing that tonight.”
Ubel laughed, low, pleased, like she’d already won something. “Spoilsport.”
The owl called again, farther away now. The fire crackled. Land returned to his axe, but the corner of his mouth twitched, just a little.
Twenty miles to Grimhold.
The fire had settled into a steady bed of coals, glowing orange-red beneath a crust of ash. The night sounds of the forest filled the quiet between them, crickets, the occasional rustle of small things in the underbrush, the soft gurgle of the brook. Ubel lay on her back on her bedroll, one knee bent, arms folded behind her head, staring up at the ragged patches of stars visible through the canopy.
Without turning her head, in a voice as flat and casual as if she were asking about tomorrow’s weather, she said:
“So, you wanna fuck?”
The whetstone snapped clean in half in Land’s hand. A sharp crack cut through the night like a whip. He stared down at the two jagged pieces, then at the axe blade, which was still perfectly keen.
For a long beat, the only sound was the pop of sap in the coals.
Land exhaled through his nose, slow and deliberate. He set the broken stone aside with exaggerated care, like it was a priceless relic he’d just ruined.
“You’re buying me a new one,” he said, voice low and even.
Then he lifted his eyes to her.
“Are you serious?”
Ubel didn’t move at first. She just rolled her head toward him, emerald hair spilling across the bedroll, and gave him that slow, lazy half-smile that always looked like she was already three steps ahead of everyone else.
“I’m bored,” she said simply. “Even if we break camp before first light, we’re not hitting Grimhold before tomorrow evening. That’s a whole day of walking, then a night in a mercenary shithole full of drunk idiots who think ‘conversation’ means yelling about whose sword is bigger.” She shrugged one shoulder. “I’d rather spend the next few hours doing something that actually feels good.”
She sat up in one fluid motion, elbows on her knees, chin resting on her laced fingers.
“Contrary to popular belief,” she continued, tone almost didactic, “women like sex too. And right now? I’m feeling horny.”
Land watched her, expression unreadable in the firelight. The axe rested across his thighs now, forgotten.
Ubel’s smile tilted lopsided, wicked.
“What, you one of those types not into girls?” She tilted her head. “Not to sound vain, but I am objectively pretty.” Then, without ceremony, she reached down, gripped the hem of her black leotard top, and peeled it up and off in one smooth tug.
Her breasts spilled free, heavy, full, pale skin catching the orange glow. The cool night air kissed them instantly; her nipples tightened into dark pink points. She let the fabric drop beside her, then cupped her own tits, lifting them slightly as if presenting evidence.
“And these,” she said, giving them a gentle squeeze, “are fairly nice too, don’t you think?”
Land’s throat moved once. He didn’t blink.
Ubel’s grin sharpened.
“You can just use one or more of those doubles if you like,” she added, almost offhand. “I won’t mind.”
Land’s left eyebrow climbed. Slowly.
“One or more?”
Ubel laughed, low, throaty, genuinely amused.
“What? A woman can’t want multiple men?” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees again, tits swaying slightly with the motion. “Isn’t a harem every man’s dream? All those hard cocks, all focused on making one girl feel very good?” Her voice dropped, teasing. “Or are you scared you’d get jealous of your own copies?”
Land stared at her for a long moment. The firelight danced across his face, painting it orange.
Then, quietly, almost conversationally:
“You’re serious.”
It wasn’t a question.
Ubel shrugged, unconcerned, tits jiggling again.
“I’m naked, horny, and we’ve got twelve hours of darkness ahead. You’ve got eight solid doubles and a reputation for being practical.” She spread her hands. “Seems like an elegant solution to boredom, doesn’t it?”
She tilted her head, eyes glinting.
“So. You in, or should I start practicing my solo routine with the whetstone handle?”
Land looked down at the broken stone again, then back at her, sprawled and shameless in the firelight, legs slightly parted, the invitation as blunt as a drawn blade.
He set the axe carefully aside.
Then he stood.
The forest watched, indifferent, as the first of his doubles shimmered into existence beside him, identical down to the faint sheen of sweat on his brow from the fire’s heat.
Then a second.
Ubel’s grin turned feral.
“Now that’s what I call commitment,” she purred, already reaching for the ties of her pants. “Let’s see if nine of you can keep up.”
Land stepped forward, real one first, eyes never leaving hers.
“Get on your knees,” he said, voice rougher than usual.
Ubel laughed again, delighted.
“Yes, sir.”
The three Lands stepped forward in unison, their boots scuffing softly against the pine needles scattered across the clearing. The firelight danced over their identical forms, broad shoulders, glasses, blond hair tied back, each one a perfect echo of the original. They moved with the same deliberate grace, like predators closing in on willing prey. Ubel stayed on her knees, topless and unashamed, her emerald ponytail cascading over one shoulder, pale skin flushed from the heat of the flames and the anticipation coiling in her belly.
She tilted her head, eyes glinting as she counted them. “Only three of you? Where are the other six? I thought we were going for the full harem experience.”
The original Land, distinguishable only by the faint mana shimmer around him, like heat haze, crossed his arms, a rare smirk tugging at his scarred mouth. “You don’t have enough holes for nine.”
Ubel pouted, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Spoilsport.”
The three Lands shared a look, mirrored perfectly, then began to disrobe. Leather dusty traveling clothes falling to the ground in synch: shirts peeled off to reveal chiseled torsos, abs etched from an obvious regular training routine, very faint scars crisscrossing like a map of old battles. Belts unbuckled, trousers dropped, and smallclothes followed. Their cocks sprang free, already half-hard from the sight of her, each one identical, thick, veined shafts that curved slightly upward, heads flushed a deep pink, balls heavy and hanging low beneath.
Ubel’s gaze zeroed in, and she licked her lips slowly, tongue tracing the curve of her lower lip as if savoring a forbidden treat. “Not bad,” she murmured, voice low and appreciative. “Not bad at all.”
The nearest Land, whether original or clone, it didn’t matter, raised an eyebrow. “Trying to stroke my ego?”
She laughed, a throaty sound that cut through the night. “No, I’m genuinely impressed.” Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, the skin hot and velvety under her palm. She stroked slowly, from base to tip, thumb circling the head to smear the bead of pre-cum that welled there. It twitched in her grip, hardening further, the length impressive, easily nine inches, girth that made her hand look small. “You’d make the top three in the size category. I’ve seen my share.”
Before he could respond, Ubel leaned in, parting her lips and taking his entire length into her mouth in one fluid, eager motion. The stretch was immediate, her jaw aching sweetly as the thick shaft filled her, sliding over her tongue and bumping the back of her throat. She hummed around him, the vibration drawing a low groan from above. With him fully sheathed, she tried to speak, words slurred and muffled by the cock stuffing her mouth: “Shtamina dhough, wemainsh tu bhe sheen…”
Then she began to move.
Her head bobbed back and forth with deliberate rhythm, wet slurping sounds filling the air as saliva coated his length, dripping down her chin in glistening strands. She sucked hard on the upstroke, cheeks hollowing to create tight suction, tongue swirling along the underside to trace every vein. “Mmmph,” she moaned softly, the sound vibrating through him again, her enjoyment obvious, eyes half-lidded, lashes fluttering as she savored the musky taste, the weight on her tongue, the way he throbbed against her palate. She pulled back almost to the tip, lips pursed around the head, sucking greedily like it was a particularly juicy fruit, before plunging forward again, throat relaxing to take him deep until her nose brushed the coarse blond hair at his base.
The other two Lands didn’t idle. One stepped to her left, large hands cupping her heavy breasts from the side, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples in slow circles. He kneaded the soft flesh, lifting and squeezing with just enough pressure to make her arch into his touch, a muffled whimper escaping around the cock in her mouth. The third Land moved behind her, palms sliding over the curve of her ass, fingers digging into the firm globes through her tight pants. He groped shamelessly, one hand slipping between her thighs to press against her clothed mound, feeling the heat and dampness there, while the other smacked her butt lightly, playful, testing, drawing another moan from her.
Ubel’s free hands weren’t idle either. As she worked the first Land’s cock with her mouth, slurping noisily, head twisting slightly on each bob to add friction, she reached down to fondle his balls. They were heavy in her palm, skin soft and warm, and she rolled them gently between her fingers, massaging with a feather-light touch that made his thighs tense. She pulled off his shaft with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head, and dipped lower. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the sensitive skin of his sac, tracing the seam before sucking one ball into her mouth. She hummed again, the vibration intense up close, tongue swirling wetly as she suckled, then switched to the other, lavishing it with the same attention. All the while, her hand pumped his cock in slow, firm strokes, keeping him on edge.
The groping intensified: the left Land pinched her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. The one behind ground his own erection against her ass, hands roaming, sliding up her back, then down to squeeze her cheeks harder, fingers teasing the waistband of her pants as if debating whether to yank them down yet.
Ubel released his balls with a final, lingering lick, tongue flat and broad, dragging from the base up the full length of his shaft before engulfing him again. She redoubled her efforts, head moving faster now, slurping louder, moans turning breathy and needy. The taste of pre-cum grew stronger on her tongue, and she chased it, sucking with abandon, clearly lost in the act, enjoying the power, the sensation, the sheer indulgence of it all under the starlit canopy.
The fire’s glow painted shifting shadows across Ubel’s pale skin, her heavy breasts heaving with each ragged breath as the three Lands closed in tighter. The one behind her, his hands still kneading the firm globes of her ass, hooked his fingers into the waistband of her tight pants, tugging them down in one rough yank. The fabric peeled away from her sweat-dampened thighs, exposing the smooth curve of her hips, the smooth shaven area around her slick folds, and the glistening wetness already trailing down her inner legs. She lifted her knees one at a time to help him, kicking the pants aside into the dirt, now completely naked under the starlit canopy. The cool night air kissed her exposed pussy, making her shiver and clench involuntarily, her arousal evident in the way her lips parted slightly, swollen and begging for attention.
The Land to her left, the one who’d been groping her tits with calloused palms, leaned in closer. His breath was hot against her skin as he pressed his lips to the sensitive curve of her neck, starting with a soft kiss that trailed upward to her earlobe. Then he nipped, sharp, teasing bites that sent jolts of pleasure-pain racing down her spine. Ubel’s back arched, a genuine moan escaping her lips, low and delighted, vibrating through the cock still buried in her mouth. “Mmm… ahh!” The sound was throaty, unfiltered, her body responding instinctively to the mix of tenderness and edge.
She pulled off the shaft with a wet pop, saliva dripping from her chin in thick strands, her hand still pumping the slick length lazily. “Foreplay?” she said clearly, voice husky with lust and a hint of surprise. “That’s unexpected.”
The original Land, the one she’d been sucking, looked down at her with a smirk, his cock twitching in her grip. “You’re the one who asked for this,” he said, voice rough like gravel under boots. “And you’re not some two-bit whore just here for my relief. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”
Ubel’s grin split wide, feral and pleased, her violet eyes sparkling in the firelight. “Well, damn. Keep at it, then.” She dove back in, the Land beneath her shifted now. The one who’d been playing with her breasts dropped to the bedroll, lying back and pulling her forward by the hips. She straddled him eagerly, knees sinking into the soft earth on either side of his thighs, her dripping pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock.
He gripped her waist, guiding her down as he thrust up, the thick head parting her folds with a slick, audible schlick. Ubel’s moan was loud and unrestrained, her walls clenching around him as he filled her inch by inch, stretching her to the brink of delicious pain. “Oh fuck, yes!” The girth pressed against every sensitive ridge inside her, bottoming out with a firm slap of his balls against her ass. She rolled her hips experimentally, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, sparks of pleasure igniting in her core.
Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, tits swaying heavily, and engulfed the other Land’s cock again, identical and rock-hard. Her lips sealed around the base, throat bulging as she took him deep. “SHO PHIIIIICK!” she moaned around the shaft, the words slurred and muffled, vibrating through him like a spell. She sucked harder, head bobbing with renewed frenzy, wet slurping sounds echoing, slurp, gluck, slurp, as she hollowed her cheeks and twisted her tongue along the underside. Gagging and choking filled the air: “GUH! GWEH! GUK!” Each one came as she forced herself deeper, tears pricking her eyes from the stretch, but she loved it, the raw fullness, the way her throat fluttered around him, saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her bouncing breasts.
The third Land, the one behind her, wasted no time. He rummaged briefly in his pack, pulling out a small vial of slick oil, scented faintly of herbs, something he’d carried for weapon maintenance but repurposed now. He poured a generous amount over his cock, stroking himself to coat every veined inch, the liquid glistening in the firelight. Then, with one hand spreading her ass cheeks wide, he pressed the blunt head against her tight rear entrance. Ubel tensed for a split second, then relaxed, pushing back eagerly as he thrust forward.
The intrusion was intense, his thickness stretching her ass inch by burning inch, the oil easing the way but not dulling the exquisite pressure. “MMPH!” she gagged loudly around the cock in her mouth, the sound raw and choked as her body adjusted to the double penetration. Her pussy clenched harder around the Land beneath her, walls fluttering in response to the fullness in both holes. The campsite came alive with erotic symphony: her muffled moans and gags blending with the wet smacks of flesh on flesh, the Land below thrusting up into her sopping cunt with rhythmic SMACK-SMACK-SMACK, the one behind pounding her ass with deeper, slower strokes that made her cheeks jiggle; the standing Land’s balls slapping her chin as she deepthroated him relentlessly.
Ubel became more vocal as the rhythm built, pulling off the cock just long enough to gasp out demands before diving back in. “MMMPH, HAWDER! PHUUUG! HAWDER!” she cried, voice breathy and desperate, bucking her hips wildly to meet their thrusts. She rolled into their movements like a beast in heat, grinding down on the cock in her pussy while pushing back against the one reaming her ass, the dual sensations sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her. “RUFFER, EWE EMOSHUNWESSH BASHTARD!! MAYKE MEH PHEEL ID!!!” Her tits bounced with every impact, nipples grazing the chest of the Land beneath her, while his hands gripped her thighs hard enough to leave bruises. The one behind smacked her ass sharply, PLAP, the sting blooming into heat that made her clench around him, drawing a groan from his lips.
Sweat slicked their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex, musk, oil, and her arousal dripping down her thighs, soaking the bedroll beneath. Ubel’s moans grew louder, more primal: “MMMPH, YESH, PHILL MEH UUB! PHUG EBERY HOLE!” She sucked the standing Land’s cock with abandon, tongue lapping at the head on every upstroke, balls cupped in her hand as she massaged them, urging him closer to the edge. The triple assault had her trembling, orgasms building like a storm, her pussy spasming around one shaft, ass gripping the other, throat milking the third. She was lost in it, urging them on with rolls of her hips and muffled pleas, the forest bearing silent witness to her insatiable delight.
The Lands answered her demands with brutal, synchronized force.
The one beneath her gripped her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, slamming upward in deep, punishing thrusts that made her heavy breasts bounce wildly. Each plunge stretched her dripping pussy to its limit, the thick shaft dragging against her sensitive walls with every withdrawal and slamming home with a wet slap that echoed through the clearing. The one behind matched him perfectly, pulling almost out of her tight asshole before driving back in, the two cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating them, creating a relentless churning pressure that made Ubel’s entire lower body feel like it was being turned inside out.
The standing Land fisted her dark green hair, yanking her head forward until her nose was buried against his pubic bone. He fucked her throat like a second pussy, hips snapping forward in short, vicious strokes that made her gag and choke loudly, GUH! GWEH! GLERGH!, thick ropes of saliva bubbling from the corners of her stretched lips and dripping onto her chin, then splattering across her bouncing tits.
Ubel’s moans turned into raw, animal screams around the cock stuffing her mouth. Her body began to seize as the first orgasm ripped through her like lightning.
“CUMMING! AYE’M GUUMMINGH HAWD! YEEESSSH, DHON’D SHTAHP! RECK MUH HOOOLESH!!!”
The muffled, garbled scream vibrated straight through the shaft in her throat. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, squirting hard around the cock buried inside her, clear fluid spraying across Land’s thighs and soaking the bedroll beneath them. Her asshole fluttered wildly, milking the shaft reaming her rear. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, mascara running in dark streaks down her cheeks, but her expression was pure, mindless bliss, pupils blown wide, lashes fluttering.
The Lands grunted in unison, animalistic and low. They didn’t slow. They went harder.
The one beneath her latched onto her right breast, sucking the soft mound into his mouth with bruising force. His teeth caught her nipple, biting down, tugging sharply, then releasing only to bite again, the sharp pain spiking straight into pleasure. Ubel’s back bowed, pushing her tit deeper into his mouth as she screamed around the cock in her throat.
The two below and behind found a punishing rhythm: both pulling out at the same moment, both slamming back in together, their cocks churning her insides like thick, heated butter. The friction, the pressure, the obscene fullness, it was too much.
Another climax crashed over her almost immediately.
“GUUUUUMMMMINGH!!!”
Her whole body convulsed, pussy and ass spasming in violent waves. She squirted again, harder this time, a gushing arc that soaked the Land beneath her stomach and dripped down her thighs. Her eyes rolled back completely, whites showing, mouth stretched obscenely around the thrusting cock as she drooled uncontrollably.
That was the signal.
All three Lands groaned at once, deep, guttural sounds of release.
The one in her mouth erupted first: thick, heavy ropes of cum blasting straight down her throat. The volume was overwhelming. Ubel tried to swallow, throat working frantically, gulp, gulp, gulp, but it was too much, too fast. Hot seed backed up, pressure building, and then it forced its way out, spurting from her nostrils in twin white streams that ran down her chin and dripped onto her heaving breasts. The humiliation of it only made her cum again, a smaller, shuddering aftershock that made her whole body twitch like she’d been electrocuted.
At the same moment, the Land beneath her buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, flooding her pussy with pulse after pulse of thick cum. She could feel it, hot, viscous spurts painting her walls, filling her until she felt swollen and stuffed. Excess leaked out around his shaft with every shallow thrust, creamy white rivulets mixing with her own juices and dripping down his balls.
The one in her ass came last, grinding deep and holding there as he pumped rope after rope into her rear. The sensation of being filled in every hole at once sent Ubel spiraling into yet another blinding orgasm, her muffled scream vibrating around the softening cock still in her mouth, body shaking violently as pleasure short-circuited her brain.
For a long moment the only sounds were heavy breathing, the crackle of the dying fire, and the wet drip of cum leaking from her overfilled holes.
Slowly, carefully, the Lands eased out of her.
The one from her mouth slipped free with a wet pop, a final thick strand of cum connecting her swollen lips to his glistening head before it broke and fell across her chin. The one beneath her lifted her gently, letting his softening cock slide out of her gaping pussy with a gush of mixed fluids. The one behind withdrew more slowly, her asshole winking and fluttering as it tried to close around the sudden emptiness, a steady trickle of white running down the back of her thighs.
Ubel collapsed forward onto the bedroll, trembling, covered in sweat, cum, and her own juices. Her chest heaved, nipples red and swollen from teeth and fingers, pussy and ass leaking profusely, dark green hair plastered to her face.
She managed a weak, fucked-out grin, voice hoarse and wrecked.
“…eight out of ten,” she rasped. “Could’ve used the other six.”
The original Land snorted, already reaching for a waterskin to clean her up.
“Next time,” he muttered, “you’re buying the new whetstone and the oil.”
Ubel just laughed, low, satisfied, utterly spent, already drifting toward sleep under the indifferent stars.
(Story by User: SailorIo)