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Oz's Morning....
"H-Huh? W-what happened?"
The shadow being felt an intense pain in his body, his eyes heavy as he opened them with effort to find himself faced with an unexpected sight. Before his eyes, he could see the face of the lustful demon, Modeus, watching him intently with those heart-shaped eyes as she smiled.
"Good morning..." she said with a giggle as she studied the confused and exhausted shadow being. "Did you sleep well?"
Oz didn't know what to say, his mind too confused and exhausted to process what was happening until he carefully sat up.
"Be careful...you were out a long time," the succubus said, moving to the side to allow the shadow being to sit on the edge of the bed. "How long was I out?..." he asked, placing a hand on his head as he began to wake up fully.
"Well, a few hours..." Modeus said somewhat thoughtfully as she watched him. "We got a little carried away during the night and, well, you passed out," she added, scratching her head somewhat embarrassed, omitting the detail that she was the one who had exhausted him.
"I see..." he said, lowering his gaze thoughtfully. But at that moment, Oz remembered a very important detail that he had almost forgotten. "O-oh no..." In an instant, the shadow being searched for his phone but couldn't find it anywhere, at least until Modeus took it out of one of her pockets and gave it to him.
"Here you go, I was taking care of it for you..."
The shadow being quickly took it and turned it on to see the notification he was afraid of. "Oh no..." he sighed as he opened the chat and saw what he feared: Brian had gotten one more point. But even though he still had the advantage by one point, he knew Brian well enough to know that it wouldn't take long for his undead friend to catch up.
"I have to do something about it," he said, trying to get up to continue the bet, but was quickly stopped by Modeus.
"Wow, wow, wow... I like your spirit, Oz, but you just woke up. You need to rest," she said, making him sit on the bed again.
"Ugh, fine... thanks, Modeus," the tired shadow being said, watching the succubus.
"You're welcome..." the succubus giggled, watching Oz with a mischievous smile. "Well... speaking of resting." Oz couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as he watched how Modeus studied him, a kind of primordial hunger growing in her being while the succubus slowly began to get onto the bed.
"M-Modeus?"
"Hehehe, well Oz, it's just you and me alone here in the infirmary, with no one to interrupt us," she said, slowly getting on top of Oz, who was forced to lie back in the bed. "What do you think... if we take advantage of the moment and... relax a little?" she said with a giggle as she began to bring her lips closer to Oz's face to steal a kiss.
"..." Oz just lay there, blushing and watching as the succubus approached to kiss him—or at least that was the plan, until suddenly the two heard the infirmary door slam open.
"OZ... ARE YOU OKAY?! I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD WHEN—" In an instant, Oz recognized the familiar voice of his girlfriend, Zoe. Her tone changed from one of concern to one of annoyance. "Am I... interrupting something?"
Slowly, the gaze of the succubus and the shadow being moved to observe the Lovecraftian goddess who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed and looking somewhat annoyed and jealous at the image of another woman on top of her boyfriend.
"Zoe!" In an instant, Oz pushed Modeus away, causing her to let out a disappointed pout as she moved to the side.
"Who is she?" Zoe asked, clearly annoyed by the succubus. She didn't understand why, but she didn't like her.
"O-oh, right. Zoe...this is Modeus. She's going to be part of our team in this whole bet."
"A pleasure to meet you," Modeus said sarcastically as she leaned closer to Oz, something that clearly annoyed Zoe, judging by the way she furrowed her brows.
There was a momentary pause, an awkward silence that only intensified when the two women locked gazes for several seconds.
"Fine..." Zoe said with a sigh, pausing this small conflict as she moved her attention to her boyfriend. "How's the scoring going?" she asked, somewhat curious about the progress of the competition.
"Well... Brian got another girl," he said, showing her the image of the undead and the Dullahan. "But I got two, between Batniss and Modeus here." The succubus gave a small wink. "So I'm tied with him...but I don't know for how long."
At that instant, a smile grew on the Lovecraftian goddess's lips as small giggles escaped her. "Well... about that, I may have an idea that will give you a permanent advantage in this competition."
Both Oz and the succubus couldn't help but look at each other in confusion as they heard Zoe's idea.
Brian's Morning:
Brian Yu snores. Loudly. A fact Polly has come to deal with, but even she can only take so much. With a grunt and a groan, she sits up, floating out of bed with nary a thought. How easily she travels through the cabin, letting herself into Brian's room with little care. There, she spies her target.
Naked and with Sadie all wrapped up in his limbs, Polly has to wonder how she can stand it. Then again, at least she's getting fucked. Dammit, Brian, why can't you just take an easy point?
An argument to be had later. For now, Polly hovers above the pair. Sadie has a goofy smile on her lips as she sleeps peacefully, long hair ruffled by every breath Brian takes. Speaking of, he's only a little dishevelled, clearly no one home as he sleeps away.
Smack!
With all her might, Polly gives his booty a spank, the slap echoing around the room and then some. Sadie's only rocked away by Brian's suddenly thrusting hips, an indignant howl all he can muster as his butt shines a bright red. Only for a moment, of course. A benefit of being undead.
Yet, despite the sharp sting, Brian simply yawns, lazily looking at the cause of his woe.
“Morning?” he greets, unsure of himself.
“That all?” Polly asks with a huff, crossing her arms before her chest.
Step carefully Brian. She seems mad, out of character in of itself.
“Whatever I did, I didn't meant to. Unless I forgot to do something, in which case, my bad,” Brian explains, scrambling for an out.
Polly sighs, suddenly falling until she stands on her feet. “Come on, Bri', we've got a bet to win!”
“It'll be-”
“Don't,” she cuts him off, groaning as she does. “I'm all for the carefree, whatever happens, happens life. But Oz caught up overnight, want it to happen again?”
Brian's almost certain he can keep pace. At the very least, the forfeit is hardly life-threatening. Still, neither of these are what Polly wants to hear, that's clear for even him to see.
“You want me to take this seriously? Who are you and what have you done with Polly?” Brian asks with a playful chuckle, Sadie stirring beside him. Thankfully, she settles down with a well-timed squeeze.
“Make me sound like a party-fowl, why don't you,” Polly answers with a pout, looking all the more adorable for it.
“Relax.” Just like that, Brian yawns, cracking his neck with a sudden jerk, much to his relief. “I'll just break out the secret weapon!”
“What-”
“Who, actually. Come here, this should be kept on the hush, hush.”
And so, Polly leans in, biting her lip in anticipation from the simple sound of a name...
- - - - -
Brian is tired, annoyed and groaning like a typical zombie as he makes his way back onto what seems like a trail. Dutifully, he's followed the instructions sent to him by the famed hunter of monsters, having taken him through quicksand, mosquitos and and crossing paths with a famed guide of the dead. Who, for what it's worth, was not in the least bit helpful!
Still, he's here now, looking at an abandoned cottage not resembling the huts at camp in the slightest. More importantly, his exasperation grows as he spies his rival in the bet he's made.
“Oz,” Brian grumbles, spying the innocent, usually cute shadow-person. Not right now. Now, he looks like a smug beast who beat him to the mark!
“Oh,” Oz notes, face brightening as he allows a smile. “W-what are you doing here, Brian?”
“Nothing,” Brian manages to play off coolly and casually, standing upright as he fails miserably to dust of his dirty clothes. “You?”
Oz is about as subtle, looking every which way but at the cottage or Brian. “Just s-stretching the legs.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You two are so pathetic,” an unfamiliar voice declares. The source? Why, the green fog that seeps from the door to the very cottage they sought out! “Still, might be an upgrade from getting Eiffel towered by the dumbass and the hipster.”
“Yeah? Well, you look like a fart in a tiki mask,” Brian wittily retorts. Give him a break, his skill-set is more geared towards endurance and ridiculously large limbs.
“Um, isn't that Aaravi's curse?” Oz helpfully offers.
“Hex, thank you,” Hex explains, earning a hint of an apology from Oz. Brian? Not so much.
“Hex!” a certain hunter of monsters calls from within. “Stop flirting and let's do this!”
“Is that-” Brian begins, promptly silenced as Hex talks over him.
“Ah, that's our cue boys. Follow me,” Hex practically sings, caring not for the door that bars the way as they vanish into the building.
A glance is exchanged, Oz politely gesturing for Brian to go ahead. The undead shrugs, taking a step to the door. He may very well deserve a medal, resisting the urge to kick it open. Instead, he settles for a rougher than average push as he twists the handle.
The inside is about as welcoming as one expects. Clean, for the most part, a handful of spider webs in the highest of corners. Lacking carpets, chairs or hints of a common area, it's little more than a small hallway with a door opposite the one entered from. A small rucksack is tucked in the corner, devoid of any belongings.
Brian takes the lead, practically walking on his toes as he approaches the new door. Oz is only couple of steps behind, able to keep stride just about. Carefully, Brian nudges open the door, revealing a wardrobe, bed and bold Aaravi standing with her hands on her hips. Hex hovers behind her, almost reminiscent of a certain anime as the pair pose.
“Green guy, Oz,” Aaravi greets, nodding at the pair.
“Green guy?” Brian questions with a groan. Come on, she's had his-
“Hi Aaravi!” Oz greets in kind, standing beside Brian with hints of a smile showing.
The dreaded hunter of monsters cracks a smile of her own, falling backwards as she takes a seat on the very edge of the bed. Gone is her usual attire and gear, dressed in little more than a vest and shorts. It shows off plenty of skin, tone legs drawing the eye more than the outline of her bust. Most importantly, that signature glare of hers hasn't changed, bright green eyes standing out as ever. Though, curiously, the shade is reminiscent of Hex's clouds.
“Glad you both made it,” Aaravi notes, crossing her legs. “So, what's the score?”
“All tied up,” Brian answers, shoulders sagging. “You, uh, interested in breaking it?”
“Well,” she begins, shifting awkwardly in place as she avoids direct eye-contact, much to her curse's delight. “I was kind of hoping you'd get here one at a time.”
“Why?”
“Because-”
“She's so damn thirsty for you two man-whores!” Hex blurts out, causing the dear hunter's cheeks to darken as she splutters.
“H-Hex, you-”
“Man-whore?” Oz repeats, sounding as confused as he does hurt. After all, he's a committed man!
Brian shrugs it off. He can't exactly argue, given the track record. Worse still, he came all the way out here explicitly for the purpose of adding another notch.
“Ah, well,” Hex carries on, gaseous form somehow shrugging. “You'll just have to take them both at once. I believe in you!”
“T-the same time?” Oz stammers, looking Aaravi up and down before glancing towards Brian.
Brian once again shrugs, hardly the weirdest misadventure the two have been on. Locking eyes with Oz, who smirks. “No crossing swords.” Just like that, he reaches for his trousers.
“W-wait!” Oz objects, the undead freezing in place. “W-wouldn't this just cancel each-other out? So, not d-doing it would be just the same as partaking.”
“True,” Brian agrees, the logic sound. Only one problem; Brian's a horndog, and it did take a while to get here. “But I'm getting some either way today, and I'm guessing you don't want to fall behind?”
Oz's features scrunch up, almost as if he has a counter-point. Only for his shoulders to droop as he shakes his head. “N-no, I don't.”
“Great!” Hex cheers, a bucket of spectral popcorn appearing in their phantom hands. “Now, is it going to be a classic spit-roast or adventurous Double penetration? If I recall, you said you couldn't fit the big one's cock in your-”
“I swear, Hex, we stop right here if you don't shut up,” Aaravi grumbles.
“Fine!” With all the dignity of a bratty teen, Hex agrees.
Which leaves our trio of campers in various states of lust and ready for the main event.
Naturally, Brian takes the initiative, all too happy as he frees his cock. Long, thick and hard, he gives it a stroke as he approaches Aaravi. Nothing she hasn't seen before, yet the sight still prompts a gulp. Already, pre pools at his tip, leaking as it twitches in her grip.
She knows she can't take it, photographic evidence proving as much. It doesn't stop Aaravi from dropping to her knees, swatting Brian's hand away and wrapping her own around his meaty shaft. She grunts as she runs it to the base, a hard tug as she pumps it back to the tip. All that sticky pre coats him, making each new movement come all the smoother.
“Snooze you lose, Oz,” Brian taunts throat a grunt, leaning into Aaravi's enthusiastic strokes.
Cheeks aflame, Oz still radiates that innocence as he approaches. Almost hip to hip with Brian, he doesn't need to worry about taking that leap himself. Sure, it's difficult to jerk Brian with one hand, yet Aaravi manages, almost a subconscious tease as she looks up at Oz.
A low groan, almost like a signal of lust being freed slips from the shadow person, his cock in Arravi's hand. Already hard, it seems Brian was just a bit more open about his excitement, Oz's panting only beaten by Brian's groans of approval. Up and down, Arravi strokes him much quicker, the length of his shaft not quite as time consuming.
“Shit,” Hex mumbles, peering over Aaravi's shoulder. “No way that fits inside anything.”
“Oh, it does,” Brian confirms, winking at the flustered spirit. At least, he'd like to think so. Their expression is annoyingly neutral.
“How, um, does it taste, Aaravi?” Hex asks after a moment, the hunter in question letting loose a sigh.
“Like a fat, monster cock,” Aaravi spits.
Why must Brian be punished for Hex's annoying attitude? He whines even as he basks in her smooth, purposeful tugs, Oz getting the real prize. Soft, delicate lips so counter to her line of work part, Oz's cock held steady as she sucks him in. Huh, he's even cuter as his face contorts in bliss, eyes clamped shut as he gasps.
“A-Aaravi,” Oz moans in delight, suddenly resting a hand atop her head. “C-could you go-”
He doesn't need to finish, Aaravi slamming her head down his shaft, gagging as she buries her nose into his crotch. Furious, needy sucking is the order of the day, strangled gags turning to slurps and chugs as she retreats. How masterfully she times her bobs with her pumping hand, still teasing Brian's monster cock as she savours the taste of Oz.
Minutes come and go, pleasure swelling in both men as Aaravi only picks up the pace. Slurps and gags become less frequent, a fine layer of sweat on her brow as she drools. The way she squirms, rubbing her thighs together as she sucks away, she needs her own release, though not before the boys.
Oz's knees grow suddenly weak, a whine of bliss slipping from his throat. It grows in pitch as Brian grunts, bucking his hips in time with Aaravi's wrist and wrapping as arm around his foe's shoulders. Confusion, lust, neither matter as the pair spill their loads!
Aaravi's chokes, struggling to swallow as Oz reaches that peak mere seconds before Brian. Thick, potent cum pumps down Aaravi's throat, panicked swallowing all she can manage before suddenly slipping off his cock. Cum leaks from her lips as she takes a deep breath, flinching as she's struck by more and more of his seed.
If only that were all, tan flesh absolutely coated as Brian's cock twitches in her hand. She doesn't think to let go, mind going blank as he cums. Thick, white ropes blast her in the face, mingling with Oz's as she gasps, torn between a smile and frown as Brian simply won't stop. Seconds of sinful ecstasy rise and fall in moments, Brian chuckling between recovering breaths as her wipes his dregs against her shoulder.
In any other scenario, she'd probably be pissed. Hell, rightfully so. Right now? She may as well have been a beast in heat, ready to fully unleash her carnal desires and be taken by both men.
"Alright..." Despite sounding somewhat grumpy, once she finished cleaning her face of the pearly white stains, she slowly got up from the floor, her powerful muscles coiling and relaxing with the movement. She observed the two of them with a critical, almost analytical eye before turning and approaching the large bed. Hex drifted behind her, his form shimmering with silent giggles as he watched the scene unfold, his attention—a palpable, focused energy—then shifting entirely to his current user. Along the way, she shrugged off her vest with a practiced, dismissive flick, revealing the huge, silvery three-claw scar that dominated her muscular back. It was a brutal tapestry of raised tissue, a story forged after years of rigorous training and countless near-fatal encounters with monsters far from human sight.
"And what are you waiting for?" she said, turning around to face the two men and presenting her chest to them. The motion was confident, almost a challenge, and it left them momentarily stunned as they observed her sculpted upper body, where well-defined pectorals and strong shoulders spoke of a life dedicated to combat. Meanwhile, Hex brought his mask-like face closer to Aaravi's chest, closing his eyes as his greenish, cloud-like body coalesced into a vaporous hand. He brought the spectral fingers to where his lips would be, kissing their tips in a perfect, theatrical chef's kiss. "Looking great, Aaravi. Mmm, mmm, mmm!" he said with a small, echoing chuckle. A faint blush crept up the monster hunter's neck and onto her cheeks, a stark contrast to her usual stoicism.
"S-Shut up!" Aaravi snapped, swiping a hand at him, but it passed harmlessly through his incorporeal body, dispersing a wisp of smoke that quickly reformed. "A-and you two!" She pointed an accusatory finger at the stunned men, who looked on with their jaws hanging—Brian quite literally, as one side of his jaw was disconnected from his skull, hanging loosely from the other. "Are you guys going to get naked, or are you just going to stand there staring at me like a couple of statues?" she said, her voice laced with a familiar, slightly annoyed impatience. Her hands traveled down her torso in a deliberate, unhurried motion until they reached the waistband of her shorts. In one fluid movement, she pulled them down along with her panties, revealing her soaked privacy, decorated with a small, neatly-trimmed bush the same fiery red as the hair on her head. "A-and?" she prompted, her eyebrow arched.
Both Brian and Oz looked at each other, a shared moment of confused hesitation passing between them. But after a few seconds, their neurons finally synapsed, and they quickly realized what was being offered. In the next second, the two young men began to undress as quickly as possible. Brian, with the unthinking ease of someone who rarely concerned himself with modesty, removed his clothes as if they were a second skin. Oz, however, somewhat nervous and fumbling with sudden self-consciousness, had difficulties with his buttons and zippers. But eventually, after a few seconds of clumsy struggle, the two boys found themselves completely exposed as the day they were born, the cool air of the room a sharp contrast to the heat building between them.
"Hehehe, not bad at all," Hex mused, scratching the chin of his mask with a newly formed smoke hand as he and Aaravi stared at the two naked forms, their gazes both appreciative and assessing.
"You two done?" Aaravi said with a long-suffering sigh, watching as the two men nodded, their earlier confidence now replaced with a tense anticipation.
"So... what are you waiting for, then?" She climbed onto the center of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight, and settled onto her hands and knees, waiting for the two monsters to come for her with a look of impatient expectation.
"Well... how are we going to do this?" Oz asked, scratching the back of his neck somewhat nervously from his position at the foot of the bed. The two young men watched the monster hunter, who was waiting with a taut, ready energy.
"Mmmmm, one takes the ass and the other the mouth?" Brian suggested with a nonchalant shrug, scratching his head as if they were deciding on pizza toppings.
"Sure... but who gets which?" the shadow being asked his undead friend, who became somewhat thoughtful until he snapped his skeletal fingers with an idea in mind.
"Rock, paper, scissors?"
Oz didn't answer with words, simply raising his hands ready to start, while Aaravi just let out another, deeper sigh and Hex giggled with unrestrained amusement.
"Rock... paper... scissors!" The two men moved their hands in the age-old ritual, ready to decide who would claim which prize until they finally stopped: Oz with flat paper and Brian with a clenched rock.
"Shit..." Brian muttered, his hanging jaw seeming to droop further in disappointment.
"YES!" Oz said, a triumphant smile breaking out on his face as he looked at his undead friend.
"Best of three?" Brian bargained, hoping for another chance, but Oz ignored him, quickly climbing onto the bed to claim his prize while Brian followed behind with a resigned sigh.
"Finally..." Aaravi sighed in relief as she watched them approach. Hex giggled, a sound like shifting gravel, as Aaravi adjusted her position on all fours. Oz approached from behind, one hand gripping the monster hunter's strong, rounded hips while his other hand clutched his dark, throbbing member, guiding it toward her entrance—but not before glancing at Aaravi's profile, a sudden wave of consideration washing over him.
"Ummm, d-do you have a preference, or do you not care where I put it?" he asked timidly, not wanting to do anything that might upset her, but the hunter didn't seem to mind much, her focus elsewhere.
"Mmm, I don't care. You can put it wherever you want." Aaravi remained thoughtful for a few seconds, considering the options as Brian positioned himself in front of her, a wicked smile growing on his lips as he presented his enormous, greenish member, its unnatural hue glistening.
"Well, you heard her, Oz... you choose," Hex chimed in, letting out a small chuckle, his green smoke hands materializing to grip Aaravi's buttocks and spread them apart, offering a clear view of her tight, puckered anus and her wet, glistening pussy lips. "Which one will it be? The scenic, winding back road or the well-traveled, welcoming main highway?"
"Emmmm, Mmmm, w-well..." Oz remained frozen with indecision for a few seconds, his internal debate raging, while he could already hear the wet, obscene sounds of gagging and sucking from in front of him.
"G-GHUCK GHUCK GHACK GLUCK GHACK GHUCK G-GHACK G-GHACK"
It seemed that Brian and Aaravi hadn't wasted any time. His bony hands were fisted in the hunter's crimson hair, his hips pistoning forward, his cock shoving deep into her mouth until it reached her throat; the bulge of its passage was visible, moving her throat to accommodate his massive, invasive length.
"N-NNggh, so tight..." the undead groaned, closing his eyes and reveling in the constricting sensation of her throat, while Aaravi’s own eyes were squeezed shut, taking his cock like a champion as he continued his relentless thrusting.
"Ozzie... you're being left behind," Hex sing-songed, observing Oz's paralyzing indecision.
Oz didn't know what to choose. On one hand, the huntress's tight ass beckoned with its promise of sinful, constricting walls that would squeeze him dry, but on the other hand, the swollen, dripping lips of her pussy looked extremely juicy and inviting, promising a different, wetter kind of heat. Why is this so hard? he thought desperately. One problem the shadow being had was that he could never decide in moments like these... both options were his favorites, and it was impossible for him to choose. But finally, after a few more seconds of frantic internal debate, he reached a decision.
"Nnnnghh. Fine... the ass, then," he said with a resigned sigh, as if he had just made a Herculean effort.
"Ah, an ass man... hehehe, my favorite flavor too," Hex purred with a smoky smile, watching as the shadow being took his cock and pointed the slick, dark tip at her rear entrance.
"You took your time," Brian said with a chuckle around a grunt, as he moved Aaravi's head with his hands, setting a rhythm for her to suck his cock while Oz finally prepared to enter.
"I know, I know..." Oz sighed, his own nervousness beginning to be consumed by a rising tide of lust.
He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her tight ring of muscle. With a slow, deliberate push, he began to breach her.
"MMMMmmm, fuck..." the shadow being moaned as his cock made its way into Aaravi's anus, stretching the resistant muscle with its girth. The feeling was exquisite, a hot, velvety tightness that enveloped him inch by glorious inch.
"How is she?" the curse asked with a giggle as he stared at the shadow being, whose face was already contorting in blissful agony.
"She's so fucking tight," Oz gasped out, the words strained as he sank deeper into the hunter's ass. Her anus was truly a wonderland of delight for him. The internal muscles of that entrance rippled and clenched around his shaft, pulling him deeper into the tight passage and almost milking him with their rhythmic contractions. It was a true paradise as he continued to push forward, traveling deep into the hot tunnel until the tip of his cock bumped against a particularly sensitive spot deep within, making the huntress shudder and moan deeply around Brian's cock.
"Nnnghh, so good... you're so good at this, Aaravi... nnnghh," Brian grunted, thrusting into Aaravi's mouth with renewed vigor. His cock shoved to the very back of her throat, and he could feel the head of his cock kissing her tonsils while his hands tightened their grip on a fistful of the hunter's hair.
"I'm gonna start moving, A-Aaravi," the shadow being warned, his voice tight with restraint, before he began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. His hips met her ass with soft, solid thuds, his cock rubbing relentlessly against the satin walls of her ass. Each thrust forced a muffled moan from the monster hunter around Brian's cock, and her whole body began to sway, moving to the primal rhythm set by the two men fucking her from both ends.
"Ahhhh..." he moaned, picking up the pace, thrusting into her ass faster and faster while her face was smashed against Brian's bony crotch, her nose buried in the coarse hair at his base, inhaling the musky, earthy scent of the undead.
"Nnnnghh, yes..." the shadow being groaned. Brian looked over Aaravi's back at Oz, who was now pounding into her tight ass with abandon, his shadowy member seeming to grow more solid and intense with every plunge. The room was filling with a symphony of lewd sounds: the wet, choking gags from the front, and the sharp, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin from the back.
"G-GHACK GHUCK GHUCK GLUCK GHUCK GHACK GHACK"
PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT
"G-GHACK GHUCK GLUCK GHUCK GHUCK"
Aaravi began to lose herself, her eyes rolling back behind closed lids as she was submerged in absolute bliss. She felt the two boys moving inside her, their rhythms syncing into a devastating, coordinated assault on her senses. Her body began to shake as the pleasure built into a crescendo, a fire igniting in her core, her muscles tightening as she began to actively suck harder and push back against Oz's thrusts, becoming an eager participant in her own debasement.
"Hehehe, she's close, boys," Hex announced with a knowing giggle, his cloudy form swirling and thickening around the monster hunter. Since he was a curse bound to his user, the cloud being was a conduit for her sensations, and right now, the feedback was an inferno of raw, undiluted pleasure. "She wants it... give her what she desires. Don't hold back now."
Brian and Oz looked at each other over her back, a flicker of confused communication passing between them, but it was short-lived. Aaravi's grip on Brian's thighs grew vicelike, and the heat and suction of her mouth intensified exponentially, the tip of her tongue tracing frantic patterns along the base of his cock. The sensation made him grunt, his undead balls tightening while he felt the familiar, unstoppable fire of his climax building.
"U-ugghh, she's getting even tighter..." Oz groaned, his hips slamming into her ass, her walls now actively clenching and crushing his cock, threatening to wring his very soul out through his shaft.
"Ghuck... Ghuck... GHUCK!"
Aaravi kept moving back and forth between them, a creature of pure sensation. Her ass was alight with a deep, full feeling each time the shadow being's cock hilted inside her, her neglected pussy dripping onto the sheets below, her clitoris throbbing in frantic, desperate excitement as his tip hammered against that sweet spot deep inside her.
"G-GHACK GHUCK GHUCK GHUCK GLUCK"
The monster hunter began to moan loudly, the vibrations traveling straight up Brian's cock. She could feel a taut, coiling knot deep within her core, a pressure that was becoming unbearable. She was balancing on the very edge, but what she needed, what her body was screaming for, was for the two boys to tip her over together, to grant her a simultaneous, shattering double climax.
"GHACK GHUCK GHUCK GHUCK MMMMMMmmmgghh Mmphh"
"C-crap... I-I don't know how long I can hold on," Brian gasped out, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his cock throbbing violently with the imminent release.
"M-me too... I-I'm going to cum any second now," the shadow being struggled, continuing to piston into her ass, but he knew this was the end of the line for him; his control was a frayed thread about to snap.
"Ghuck Ghuck GLUCK GHUCK"
Aaravi kept moaning and gagging, a slave to the sensations, her face wet with spit and pressed against the sweaty, bony plane of Brian's pelvis. That knot inside her was a live wire, sizzling and desperate to short-circuit. She needed to cum... so, so badly.
"GHK GHACK GHK GHUCK GLUCK GHK GHK GLUCK GHK GHK"
Her throat convulsed around Brian's cock in a series of involuntary swallows, her tongue flicking over his base, his bitter precum leaking onto her tonsils as she desperately tried to pull him deeper, to take all of him.
"Ghack GLUCK GHUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK"
Oz kept thrusting, a man possessed, his cock a dark piston moving in and out of her slickened anus, his balls slapping against her wet, swollen pussy lips. The pleasure was a feedback loop, intensifying with every second as the knot inside her grew tauter and hotter. Her eyes were wide, unseeing, rolled back into her head, while the cloud that was Hex began to churn and pulse as if it were the very embodiment of lust itself, enveloping her and them in a haze of shared, amplified ecstasy.
"Come on, guys... give it to her. Give her what she desires," the green cloud being urged, his voice a hypnotic whisper. The two monsters obeyed, their movements becoming a frantic, final sprint toward release until...
"A-AARAVI, I-IM— I'M—!" Oz cried out, feeling his cock throb with an unbearable, building pressure, unable to endure the need for release a moment longer.
"M-me too... I-I'M CUMMING!" Brian roared, his undead body tensing like a drawn bowstring.
The two beings closed their eyes, surrendering to the inevitable climax, and with a final, synchronized, deep-thrusting lunge, they poured themselves into her.
'Y-yes, now! Fill me!' Aaravi's mind screamed, her body bracing for the impact. Brian's cock hit the very back of her throat as she felt Oz's cock shove to the hilt in her ass, burying himself completely. She was ready, she was willing, she was desperate for it.
"NNGGGHH!" Aaravi's scream was a raw, guttural sound of release as both Brian and Oz let go inside her.
"NNNGGGHHHHH!" Oz began to pump thick, hot ropes of shadow-tinged cum deep into her ass, his body shuddering violently. Brian did the same into her mouth, shooting his thick, potent seed down her throat in pulsing waves. She couldn't swallow it all; the excess began to spill from the corners of her lips, coating her chin and cheeks in sticky white as they continued to empty themselves. Her body convulsed in the throes of the most intense orgasm of her life, her core muscles clenching and her own pussy gushing as she came from the overwhelming, warm sensation of being so completely filled and claimed.
"Gluck... gluck gluck..."
With no other choice, Aaravi's throat worked on instinct, swallowing the copious flow of Brian's release as the two men kept cumming, their orgasms seemingly endless. She could feel the strange warmth of it filling her stomach, her anus clamping and fluttering around Oz's still-pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop as she continued to orgasm, the waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on painful. She just wanted it to never end; she felt so complete, so utterly used and satisfied.
"GHK GHK GHK"
Her mouth was a stretched, leaking mess around Brian's cock as she kept sucking and gulping down the last of his seed, her whole body trembling with the aftershocks.
"NNGGGHH!" Brian grunted as he slowly, reluctantly pulled out, his cock slipping from her bruised lips with an audible pop. The sudden release caused the last spurts of his cum to fly out, splattering across her face in final, dramatic streaks while she continued to suckle at the air, dazed. Oz's cock still remained buried in her ass, his own climax finally subsiding.
"NNGGGH!" The shadow being felt Aaravi's ass give one last, powerful, milking squeeze around his oversensitive shaft, her walls wringing out the final drops of his essence and sending one last, dizzying aftershock of pleasure through him. Regretfully, he began to pull out, a thick stream of their mixed fluids following his retreat, dripping onto the sheets below.
"Not bad, boys, not bad at all," Hex said with a wide, grinning mask as he watched the monster hunter collapse forward onto the bed, her body spent and gleaming with sweat and white stains, a look of exhausted, sated bliss on her face.
Both Brian and Oz looked down at the huntress with a flicker of concern, their own heavy breathing beginning to slow.
"I-is she alright?" the shadow being asked, a little worried that they might have pushed her too far, but all concern vanished when the stunned huntress weakly raised a hand and gave them a shaky but definite thumbs up from the mattress.
"Oh, she's just a little tired... and thoroughly satisfied," Hex said with a smile, his form calming as he watched Aaravi slowly, gingerly push herself up.
"Y-yes, I'm fine... I-I just need a few minutes to... catch my breath," she managed, her voice hoarse as she sat up at the foot of the bed, wiping her lips and chin with the back of her hand as she looked at the two of them, a new, unreadable expression in her eyes.
"So... what do we do now?" Brian said, shrugging his bony shoulders, not quite sure what the protocol was for a post-orgy situation, and judging by Oz's lost expression, neither was he.
"Well..." Hex became somewhat thoughtful as he looked at the two men, his gaze lingering. "Since Aaravi is... recovering her stamina, why don't you two put on a little show for her?" the cursed being suggested with a sly giggle. Aaravi, Brian, and Oz didn't understand what he meant until the cloud being pointed a smoky finger back and forth between the two boys and made a rather explicit, thrusting gesture with his hips.
"W-what?!" In an instant, Oz turned a shade of crimson that rivaled Aaravi's hair, his eyes darting to Brian and, against his will, down to his member. The memory of prom night—that chaotic, confusing, and secretly thrilling encounter—flooded back. He had consigned it to the past, a one-time aberration never to be repeated... "U-um, this... I-I don't know if... it was just a one-time thing and... I-I'm not really into—" Oz started trembling, a nervous stutter overtaking him as he tried to fabricate excuses, while the three of them watched him, their expressions a mix of incredulity and amusement. They knew him well enough to see right through his flustered denials.
"Well, it seems to me that your little friend down there disagrees rather strongly," Hex interjected, pointing a wispy finger directly at Oz's crotch, causing the shadow being to look down and see, to his horror, that his member was already half-hard and twitching back to life with keen interest.
"AH!" In an instant, Oz crossed his hands over himself in a futile attempt to hide his embarrassment, his gaze darting between the others.
"Hey, Oz..." Brian said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle as he placed a heavy, bony hand on his friend's shoulder. "Relax... it's just some harmless fun. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, right?" he said, looking over at Aaravi for support.
She nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Yeah... you don't have to listen to this idiot," she said, aiming a half-hearted punch at Hex, her fist passing through his misty chest. "If you don't feel comfortable, you don't have to do it. No pressure."
The shadow being looked away, his cheeks burning. It wasn't that he didn't want to; a treacherous, hungry part of him did... and had been quietly yearning to explore that feeling again for a long time, ever since prom night. He had never been able to fully forget the unique, forbidden thrill of his first time with a man, the contrast of Brian's cool, hard body against his... but even so, the old fears and nerves came rushing back.
"..."
"Hey... you don't have to get all in your head about it, man," Brian continued, giving the nervous shadow being's shoulder a reassuring pat. "It's okay... if you don't want to, we're not judging you. Seriously."
"Yeah, dude... there's no shaming in this bed," Hex added with a small, surprisingly sincere nod from his mask.
Oz lowered his gaze, staring at the floor as he took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the storm of anxiety and desire inside him. He looked at the others—Brian, his oldest and most unpredictable friend; Aaravi, the fierce warrior who had just trusted them with her body; and even Hex, the chaotic but loyal curse. ...Well, they have a point, he thought, the realization slowly calming him. There wasn't anything inherently wrong with a little fun, was it? He wouldn't be hurting anyone. He always worried that others would judge him or look down on him for these desires, but these were his friends, his chosen family. He knew them well enough to know they would never see him as less for what he enjoyed. Besides, Zoe and Miranda... they were the women he loved most in this world and the next, and he knew in his heart they would love him no matter what, would perhaps even find it exciting. You only live once, a rebellious voice whispered in his mind, so what does a little embarrassment matter? You should forget about your fears and just... go wild.
"Okay..." he finally said, his voice barely a whisper, yet it cut through the room's tension, surprising the others as they all looked at him. "I-if you want to... do it with me, Brian, only i-if you want to, of course." He forced himself to meet Brian's gaze, his own eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and newfound resolve.
The undead's face broke into a warm, easy smile, and he gave a slow, appreciative nod. The simple, genuine acceptance in his gesture made the tension in Oz's shoulders ease just a fraction. "If it's fine by you, then sure, dude. It's always fun with you." His voice was a low, familiar rumble, a sound that was both comforting and intensely exciting given the context.
Hex, the ever-present spectator, shimmered with malicious glee, his form vibrating with excited giggles at the carnal theater about to unfold. Aaravi, in contrast, could only stand by, a deep blush creeping across her cheeks as she watched Oz being slowly, almost reverently, guided to the bed. He moved with a nervous submission, lying down on the cool sheets and raising his rear in a silent, vulnerable offering to the undead. "O-okay... go easy on me, alright, Brian?" His voice was a thin, shaky whisper, belying the storm of anticipation brewing within him.
"Sure, dude... just relax, alright," Brian murmured, his voice a low, soothing baritone meant to calm even as his actions stoked the fire. He rubbed his large, cool hands together before settling one on Oz's hip, the grip firm and possessive. His other hand wrapped around the base of his own enormous cock, guiding the thick, heavy length toward Oz's waiting entrance. The air grew thick, charged with the scent of sweat and ozone.
"..." Oz turned a brilliant shade of crimson, his mind already painting the picture his eyes couldn't see. He could feel it—the immense, intimidating presence of Brian's member hovering just inches from his most intimate place. The mere thought sent violent shivers of anticipation coursing through his shadowy form. His hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles turning white, and he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the initial stretch, the moment of piercing fullness… and then the collision came.
"Nnnn-NnnnNNGH O-OH FUCK!" True to his nature, Brian didn't believe in a slow, gentle start. He pushed forward with a single, decisive thrust, his massive girth slowly, inexorably splitting the shadow being in two. Oz moaned, a raw, unfiltered sound as he bit his lips to stifle himself; the sensation was absolute bliss, a familiar, overwhelming pleasure that was just as good, if not even more intense, than the first time. "S-so b-big..." he whimpered weakly, feeling as Brian delved deeper, burying himself to the hilt and filling him completely.
But the undead, for all his straightforwardness, was perceptive. It had been a while, but the memory was etched into him. He couldn't help but notice that the tight, clenching heat around him felt different—more yielding, more practiced. "Oz...dude, can I ask you a question?"
Oz, breathless and overwhelmed, couldn't form words. He simply managed a weak nod, turning his head to look at Brian over his shoulder, his eyes glazed with pleasure.
"Have you been with other guys?" The question hit Oz like a physical blow, sending a fresh wave of heat to his face. He shook his head, the movement frantic and embarrassed. "N-no...t-the only man I've been with was you."
"Well...I can't help but feel that, well, you're looser than the last time we did it, you and I." Brian's tone wasn't accusatory, just curious, but it was enough to shatter what little composure Oz had left.
Hearing that, the shadow being turned an even deeper shade of red, hiding his face in the mattress as if the sheets could swallow him whole. The words were stuck in his throat, a confession he'd never voiced aloud. "W-well... well," he paused, taking a shuddering breath to gather his courage, letting out one of his biggest secrets in a rushed, mortified whisper. "S-sometimes Zoe likes to experiment a little and spice things up in bed... so sometimes she pegs me..." he admitted, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. "Polly does too when she joins us from time to time... while Miranda watches."
A momentary, stunned pause filled the room as the three listeners processed this intimate revelation.
"Fucking hot," Aaravi breathed, her face flushed as she bit her lip. The image of the powerful Lovecraftian goddess and the ethereal ghost taking turns dominating the submissive shadow being sent a jolt straight to her core, her fingers instinctively creeping lower.
"Kinky," Hex purred with a delighted giggle, while Oz tried to burrow deeper into the mattress to hide his burning embarrassment.
"Oh well, it's cool... no problem," Brian said, shrugging, genuinely impressed but not at all disgusted. A new respect for his friend's adventurous sex life bloomed in his mind. "Well... are you ready for me to start moving?"
Oz gave a weak, eager nod, his grip on the sheets tightening once more as he gave the silent, desperate green light.
"Okay...here I go," Brian said, his voice gruff. He pulled out slowly, and the sensation of his manhood retreating, rubbing ruthlessly against Oz's oversensitive walls, forced another guttural moan from the shadow being. "MmmMMGGh Nnghh," he groaned, feeling the cock withdraw until just the tip remained, Brian pausing to let him feel the agonizing emptiness.
"P-please...put it in...please Brian don't tease me," Oz begged, his voice cracking. But the undead did tease, holding the pause for a heartbeat longer before finally slamming forward again. Oz's insides were flooded by the undead's massive flesh, the thick tip hammering directly against his prostate and making him curse and arch his back. "O-OOOO FUCK, YOU'RE SO BIG!" the dark being howled, his blush deepening as he felt his walls stretch and surrender anew.
The sensation was pure, unadulterated bliss. His body, which had secretly missed this specific feeling of being filled and claimed by another man, sang with pleasure. Now, in the throes of it, Oz wasn't going to deny the truth any longer. With women, he was a confident switch—sometimes a commanding top, other times a yielding dom. But with men... it was fundamentally different. There was a raw, primal thrill in this submission, in being dominated that made his own cock twitch and leak against the sheets. "N-nggh B-Brian...u-ugghh"
The undead didn't answer with words, instead answering with the hard, steady rhythm of his hips. He began to pound into Oz's ass in earnest, the lewd, wet sound of their collision—PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT—echoing through the room, a stark soundtrack to their coupling.
"F-FUCK B-BRIAN...P-PLEASE DON'T STOP~" Oz cried out, his voice rising in pitch, his control slipping away.
"N-ngghh c-come on Oz...squeeze your ass a little," Brian grunted, encouraging him, driving deeper.
Aaravi, for her part, could no longer just watch. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped her as she finally gave in, her fingers dipping into her slickness, pumping herself in time with Brian's powerful thrusts. "Nghhhhh," she bit her lip, her thumb pressing firm circles against her clit as her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. "G-god, this is hot..."
"G-god, this is hot..." Hex echoed, his voice a whisper of smoke and sin as he floated around the entangled pair. His incorporeal hands ghosted over Brian's waist, and his cloud-like form leaned in, whispering a poisonously sweet suggestion that only the undead could hear.
"Go ahead, big guy...look at him, look at your little shadow...he's a mess...a beautiful, begging mess...do it...give him what he truly wants...break him," Hex whispered, his voice a devil's seductive purr. The green smoke of his body swirled enticingly around Brian's head before dissipating, leaving the tempting command hanging in the air.
"N-nghh...H-Hex..." Brian groaned, the words igniting a deeper, more possessive fire within him. A predatory smile touched his lips as he gripped Oz's hips hard enough to leave phantom bruises. His thrusts shifted, becoming more aggressive, more animalistic, each one driving deeper as he looked down at Oz's face. It was a portrait of utter ecstasy—eyes rolled back, mouth slack and drooling, moaning Brian's name like a prayer. "F-fuck, f-fuck, f-fuck...oh god, Brian...I-I'm c-close..."
"I know...me too, buddy," Brian groaned, his own control fraying at the edges. Oz's newly manifested tentacles tightened their grip, binding them together in a desperate, intimate embrace. The shadow being's inner walls began to flutter and clench rhythmically around his cock, a frantic, milking pressure that pushed him toward the edge. "I-I can't hold it...I'm cumming!" Oz cried out as his body convulsed, his cock spurting thick, pearlescent ropes of cum onto the already stained bedsheets, his climax triggering a vice-like grip around Brian's length.
The undead let out a final, guttural roar, his own release ripped from him by the overwhelming tightness. "F-fuck, Oz...I'm cumming too!" Brian grunted, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied his cold seed deep inside the shadow being, his hips bucking erratically with the force of his orgasm.
For several long minutes, they stayed locked together, Brian still sheathed within Oz as they both gasped for air, their bodies slick with sweat and minds blissfully blank. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the sweet, heavy scent of sex.
Finally, with a soft, wet sound, the undead pulled out, causing Oz to collapse bonelessly onto the bed, his spent body trembling. He lay there, panting, his ass leaking their combined release, and then… a sudden, crystal-clear revelation cut through the post-coital haze. He had been fucked by a man, twice now, and he had loved every single, degrading, incredible second of it.
"Guys..." he said weakly, raising his head with considerable effort. "I think I might be bisexual..."
He said it with the gravity of a world-shattering epiphany, but the response from Aaravi, Hex, and Brian was a synchronized tableau of deadpan stares. Their expressions said, more clearly than any words could, that what he had just revealed was the most obvious secret in the universe.
"Really?" The trio chorused in unison, causing the shadow being to flush with profound embarrassment.
"W-well...I-I wasn't sure, okay?!" he stammered, defensively crossing his arms over his chest.
"It's fine, man...we're not judging you...but it was kind of obvious," Brian said with a nonchalant shrug, giving Oz's back a comforting pat. "I could kind of tell since prom night... the way you looked at the quarterback when he was giving his speech was... not very straight."
At that moment, as the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place, Oz's thoughts immediately flew to Zoe and Miranda. A flicker of anxiety sparked in his gut. What would they think? The fear was instantly extinguished, replaced by a warm, sure knowledge. He knew them, heart and soul. They would accept him, love him, celebrate him. In fact, he was absolutely certain that Miranda and Zoe would be utterly thrilled to watch their boyfriend get railed by a well-endowed someone from time to time. So yes, everything was more than good. Still, he couldn't help but feel a profound, sheepish embarrassment that it had taken him two earth-shattering orgasms and a room full of people to figure out what everyone else had seen all along.
If only the trio, well, quadruple? Either way, if only they could celebrate Oz's realization a little longer. Unfortunately, a little fucker known as Hex discovers something quite wondrous. Aaravi has let her guard down. Be it from the spit-roast she so enjoyed or the show of Brian pounding Oz's tight arse, Hex strikes.
“Whoa, didn't think this would work,” the malicious spirit would note. Of course, they're nowhere to be seen, only Aaravi stretching her arms all the way down to her fingertips, as if this is the first time in a century she's had limbs. “Think those cocks can handle another round?”
Brian raises a brow. Sure, he's good to go, but this doesn't sound like Aaravi at all. Hell, even to his modest to underwhelming mind, he can understand what's going on. “Hex?”
“The one and only!” A chuckle that rings low and long escapes Aaravi, her eyes almost looking black, hair a little green rather than the usual purple. Honestly, it's a good look, if not really her style.
“I'm a little sore,” Oz confesses, much to Brian's delight.
“Ah, come on!” Hex already protests, jumping to their feet and letting Aaravi's tits jiggle. “Who knows how long this will hold? I deserve a dicking too!”
Brian's eyes shine with devilish malice. Not a word escapes him as he approaches the possessed Aaravi, getting behind her and prompting a gasp. There's no way he'd manage it with her in charge, but Hex? They lack the hunter's usual co-ordination. Powerful arm wrap under her armpits, gripping tight and locking her into a full-nelson, rubbing his cock against her soft buttocks until it teases her crack.
“B-brian, what are-” Oz begins, gulping as he's shushed.
“Aaravi gave us permission to fuck, right?” Brian asks, not waiting for an answer. “And Hex here talks a lot of shit. Let's put 'em through their paces.”
Oz may not entirely agree, but he raises a brow all the same. Is lust dominating his thoughts for a change? Perhaps. It matters not, already hooked as he asks, “How?”
Aaravi's muscles stiffen as she squeaks, gasping for breath as the tip of Brian's monster-cock slips between her cheeks. It pokes and prods against her tight, sealed ring, a little power all Brian needs to gain entry. Resting his chin on her shoulder, her licks her cheek, a teasing gesture that's just enough a distraction as he thrusts.
“G-gods, save me!” Aaravi cries, tears in the corners of her eyes as Brian gives her a couple of inches, tight insides constricting his cock as they fight to expel him. It's a small mercy he holds still for a time, the Hex-possessed Aaravi panting a whining. “C-come on, big boy. If Shadow-boy can take it-”
A sudden jerk of Brian's hips silence her, only for grunts and groans to fill the air as Brian carefully steps to the bed. Said caution is abandoned as he reaches it, practically jumping on top and causing a scream of ecstasy and pain to slip from the impaled Hex. Soothing shushes hit her in the ear, not that the work, Brian looking at Oz almost lazily.
“Come on, let's really stretch them,” Brian suggests, still keeping Hex locked in his grip.
“Um, won't that hurt Aaravi?” Oz asks.
“Hex can take it. Maybe Aaravi will be sore when sitting down for a while is all.”
While there's definitely some hesitancy from Oz, he crawls into bed all the same. He takes care as he gets atop of the exposed Hex, cock back to life as he can't help but tease her wet, twitching folds. His true goal is not much lower, her cheeks already parted thanks to Brian's efforts.
“I don't think it will-” he begins, stopping as he finds it easy to slide his cock up Brian's shaft. “Oh!”
It's hot, tight and arduous, but Hex has more give than one might think. Groans and grunts echo from Oz and Hex alike as he forces himself into the tight hole, spreading her all the more. Minutes late, his tip rests against Brian's, the pair twitching inside her as they savour the moment.
“Alright,” Brian finally breaks the chorus of panting and whining. “Just move when I do.”
Oz nods, practically nestled in Hex's breasts. A second later, Brian leads the charge!
A mighty heave of his hips has Hex wailing, biting her lip as her arse is filled. Even so, Brian has a few more inches, grunting as they're left free. She's so fucking tight, all the more so with Oz thrusting as well, the pair not caring how their balls bounce against one another. A short break, then retreat, the pair surprisingly in sync as they take her.
Rough, hard pounding is all Brian can focus on, the lewd cacophony of protesting whines and grunts drowned out by his own moans and Oz's eager whines. He forces his way inside, Oz follows, he withdraws, Oz throbs as he does the same. In and out, they show no mercy, Hex a gooey mess as they let loose whines of bliss-filled agony.
Oh, how Brian loves showing the spirit a little tough-love, wanting little more than for it to last an eternity. Alas, Aaravi's arse is too tight and Oz too good at following his need. In and out, wet, sloppy slaps of flesh on flesh, it reaches the peak all at once.
Hot, sticky cum pumps from Brian's mighty cock, throbbing and twitching, it rubs again Oz's own as he too fill the thrill of ecstasy. The pair flood Aaravi's arse with potent cum, balls draining anew as they show Hex what they can really do. Panting and grunting, they remain firmly inside until the final dregs drain. A content, satisfied, sticky mess, there's plenty of recovering breaths and a soundly silent Hex.
Oh, it seems possession really is only temporary, Brian locking eyes with the gaseous creature as very much Aaravi stirs. Is she mad? Satisfied? Horny? The mystery is almost enough to make Brian flaccid. At the very least, Oz is on top of her, likely to buy him a moment or two if she starts swinging.
“You have five seconds to-” Aaravi begins, not having to finish before Oz slips free.
Brian grunts at the sudden release of tension, slow and lazy in comparison as he takes his time popping out of her hole. Not that he releases her just yet; keeping her arms locked in place is probably the safest thing he can do. Meanwhile, Oz kneels on the bed, unable to lock eyes with the annoyed hunter of monsters.
Heavy breaths still permeate the air, Aaravi recovering as she cools off. Cautiously, Brian releases her, letting her lie in place atop of him of her own accord. Turning to face him, and showing off her ravaged hole for Oz, she head-butts the satisfied zombie right in the nose! A good thing he's undead, flinching and complaining, but no blood spilled.
“Did it have to be the ass!?” she asks, practically roaring.
“Hex was being a-” Silenced by a second headbutt, Aaravi's panting born from annoyance rather than fatigue. “Fuck, sorry.”
“Better,” she declares, glaring over her shoulder at Oz, who does his damnedest to make himself look smaller. “And you!” As she yells, the Shadow-boy flinches. “You could have pretended to put up a fight!”
“S-sorry...” Oz mumbles.
“So,” Brian begins, almost hesitant to say a word. “Is this a bad time to ask for a photo?”
“D-do we really need to? We both know we did it.”
“But the girls don't. I'm pretty sure they get a kick out of seeing proof.” There's a beat, Oz looking unconvinced. “Zoe will think it's hot.”
Well, that's certainly true. Eyes rest on Aaravi, the hunter scowling as she huffs. “Fine, I guess.”
Before they can entertain their final pose, Hex chooses to reappear, dodging a kick from Aaravi, as if they'd feel it anyway. Like it or not, they were just as involved, so they should be in the picture.
The duo wasted no time. Aaravi knelt beside her curse, which enveloped her in its gaseous form. Its face was positioned next to Aaravi's, smiling at the camera while Aaravi looked extremely annoyed by the situation.
Brian pulled up his phone as Oz approached, pointing it at the huntress and her curse; leaving enough room to show both his and Oz's members.
Finally, the click...
In an instant, the photo was taken, sent to the chat by Brian with the message "5-5"
Of course, after that encounter, Oz and Brian thanked the huntress for the spectacular night and also Hex, who was excited to try again another day, although Aaravi quickly silenced him. The two young men left the room, the morning light marking another day, but not just any day; the penultimate day of the week! Only two days remain until the end of the competition, and they are tied. With that realization both Brian and Oz turned around, staring intently at each other and giving a small nod.
"May the best man win," Oz said with a touch of confidence despite his nerves.
"May the best man win," Brian agreed with a smile and patted Oz on the shoulder, accepting the challenge.
So, the two rivals turned around and headed to their respective partners to figure out how to win the competition...
