Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse-Chapter 95: Daddy’s Got You 18+

When he finally released her, she gasped, a thin string of cum trailing from her lips to his tip, her small body trembling. She knelt there, flushed and glassy eyed, awaiting further instruction, and Ivan felt a savage tickle of pride.

With one enormous arm, he scooped her up under the arms and lifted her, her body limp and pliant in his hands. He pressed his mouth to the side of her throat, inhaled, and felt her pulse flutter against his tongue.

"Little sun, Daddy’s got you," he rumbled, and with a single, savage motion, impaled her on his cock. She wailed no, she sang, the sound a high, keening moan that ricocheted off the concrete walls of the safe house. Ivan braced her with one hand at the base of her neck, the other cradling the sweet curve of her hip as he pistoned in and out, each thrust slow and deep enough to make her arch and quake.

"Oh god.. oh fuck, Daddy, yes, please, please, please" Felicity sobbed, her words mangled by breath and sensation. Her pussy was so wet it was making a mess all over his thighs, but Ivan didn’t care. Not when she was clenching around him, greedy for every inch, her tiny, perfect hands clawing at his chest.

He bent to her breasts and caught a nipple between his teeth. She shrieked at the sensation, her whole body going rigid, and Ivan eased up just enough to let the pain bleed back into pleasure. "Sweetest thing," he whispered against her skin, "let Daddy fill you up, make you his good girl."

She arched, head flinging back, hair tumbling down her spine like pink silk. "Yes, I want it, I want you, Daddy, I-" She cut herself off with a scream as he bottomed out and ground his hips, grinding her clit against the base of his cock.

Ivan leaned in, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks, licking the salt from her skin. "You are so fucking perfect," he murmured, "I could eat you alive."

He was so wrapped in the slip of her, the animal heat and desperate sounds, that he barely noticed the door slide open at the far end of the room. Heavy footsteps, measured and even, and then Voss was there, eyes hooded, mouth curved in a knowing smile. Felicity’s moans went up an octave, her face twisting from pleasure to shy panic and back again.

"Uh-oh," Ivan drawled, not stopping for even a heartbeat. "Looks like Daddy’s girl was too fucking loud. Your hubby’s here now." He didn’t slow his thrusting, but gathered Felicity’s hair in one big handful and turned her face toward Voss, whose eyes were dark and greedy.

Voss knelt, boots scraping on cement, and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her with a slow, deliberate hunger. Ivan watched as Felicity melted in Voss’s grip, her mouth opening, tongue darting out to taste her other, her trembling moans swallowed by the kiss.

Ivan pulled back just enough to let Voss slip his cock into Felicity’s mouth, and she took it eagerly, the obscene sight of her being stuffed at both ends making Ivan’s balls ache. "That’s right, baby," Ivan praised, "you take us both, just like you were made for it."

Voss tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her, his voice soft but absolute: "Let me hear you, Felicity. Let Daddy hear your little choking sounds while he fucks you."

She whimpered around Voss’s cock, her whole body shuddering with the force of Ivan’s thrusts. Ivan’s hands were everywhere, gripping her waist, squeezing her tits, teasing her clit until she was a mess of sensation, her body an instrument played by two masters.

It wasn’t long before Felicity lost any sense of control. She came, hard, clamping down on Ivan so tightly he almost lost it, her moans muffled by Voss’s length in her throat. Voss pulled free and kissed her again, sharing her own taste, and Ivan slammed through that aftershock, emptying himself inside her until she was overflowing with seed.

Voss wasted no time. While Ivan’s cum was still dripping in slow, sticky threads from between her legs, Voss leaned in to her ear. His breath was warm, his voice barely more than a rough vibration against her jaw: "Heal."

She obeyed. She was always obedient, especially for him. The blue flicker of her magic danced over her skin, closing the bruises on her hips, the bite marks on her breasts, the raw ache between her thighs. And then Voss was there, pushing into her, and she gasped because it was always -always like the very first time. Her pussy clamped down, impossibly tight, and the cum slick inside her made it obscene, slick and needy and wet.

"Fuck, you’re perfect," Voss groaned, hands gripping her ass. Ivan didn’t let go; instead, he held her steady, guiding her hips up and down on Voss’s cock. Felicity’s body bounced between them, every movement sending a fresh ripple of sensation through her, her senses raw and overexposed from the last round.

"Look at her," Ivan said, voice thick with pride and hunger. "Look at our little girl. Never gets enough, does she?"

Felicity shook her head, tears standing in her lashes. "No. Please..don’t stop...please" She choked on the words as Voss bottomed out, his cock blunt and thick and so deep inside her that all she could do was sob and clench. Each stroke was slow, deliberate, driving every last bit of cum further up inside her until she could barely breathe around the fullness.

Voss’s eyes glittered. "You like being used like this, don’t you? Tell us."

Her mouth worked, useless, so Ivan squeezed her sore nipple until she yelped. "Say it," he ordered.

"I love it," she gasped. "I love it when you both, when you—" She couldn’t finish. Voss bucked his hips up and Ivan brought her down, hard, and she screamed, shaking with the violence of the sensation.

Ivan licked sweat from her temple. "Good girl. You’re so fucking good. You want more?"

She nodded, frantic, and Ivan slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing tight circles on her clit. The attention was too much; she felt herself unravel, each nerve ending a spark of fire, and she clenched around Voss so hard he cursed and gripped her harder, slamming his cock up into her again and again, using her as nothing but a sleeve for his pleasure.

Voss’s mouth was at her ear, his breath hot and damp. "You’re going to milk me dry, Felicity. Is that what you want? You want both of us to fill you up so full it leaks out for days?"

"Yes," she sobbed, "yes, please, please—"

Voss seized her hips and fucked up into her with bruising force. "Then take it. Take every fucking drop."

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, folding her in half with its intensity. She screamed, mouth open but silent, every muscle locked as she convulsed around Voss, around the thick, unyielding demand of him. Ivan held her against his chest, humming praise into her ear, and even as she trembled and pulsed, Voss drove into her one last, brutal time and emptied himself inside her.

She slumped, boneless and spent, in Ivan’s arms. But Ivan wasn’t done not even close. He bent his head to her throat, biting down just hard enough to mark her, and as Felicity whimpered, Ivan met Voss’s eyes over her head.

"You wanna see how much she can take?" Ivan challenged, voice a growl.

Voss smirked, wiping the sweat from Felicity’s forehead with uncharacteristic tenderness. "I thought you’d never ask."

Ivan shifted Felicity so she was on her hands and knees, chest pressed to the mattress, her ass high and legs spread wide. Her body trembled, oversensitive, but she still whimpered in anticipation.

Voss’s hand slid between her thighs, spreading the mess of cum and slick with two fingers. "She’s still so tight. Bet you could split her open, Ivan."

Ivan guided his cock to her swollen, dripping entrance and pushed in, slow, making her feel every inch. Felicity moaned, voice hoarse, but she pushed her hips back, greedy for more.

"That’s it," Ivan coaxed, fucking her with long, deep strokes. "Show us how hungry you are."

She could barely think, couldn’t speak, just writhed as Ivan bottomed out over and over, driving her into the mattress. Voss watched, one hand stroking himself, the other tangled in her blonde hair, forcing her to look at him while she was fucked.

Ivan’s grip shifted, one hand spreading her ass, exposing her completely. "Look at you," he taunted, "so full, so messy. Bet you want to be filled everywhere, don’t you?"

Felicity sobbed, "Yes, Daddy, please, I want it, I want everything.."

Ivan spat into his palm and slicked his thumb, pressing it slowly to her tighter hole. The pressure made her whine, and Voss leaned in, kissing the tears from her cheeks.

"Shhh," Voss soothed, "you’re safe, baby. We’ll take care of you."

With exquisite care, Ivan worked his thumb in, and Felicity shook with the new intrusion, mouth open in a silent scream. She was split, stretched, all logic and shame burned away by pleasure and pain.

"Good fucking girl," Ivan praised, thrusting in tandem with his thumb, "so greedy, so desperate for us." He grinned at Voss, who stroked his cock as he watched, eyes glazed and animal.

When Ivan finally came, he filled her again, his cum mixing with Voss’s and leaking down her thighs. He didn’t stop, not right away, he wanted her to know she was ruined, claimed, cherished in all the ways that mattered.

Only when Felicity collapsed, sobbing into the sheets, did Ivan pull out. Voss was there in an instant, gathering her up and healing her, kissing her eyelids as she shook apart. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

This, Ivan thought, was what it meant to be alive in the end of the world: to conquer and be conquered, to claim and be claimed, to fill every last moment with as much hunger and tenderness as could be borne.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, tasting her sweat and tears, and wrapped his arms around both Felicity and Voss, claiming them both.

His voice came rough and low "Good girl" as Felicity’s consciousness ebbed like a tide. Their arms formed a sanctuary around her, steady and warm, as she surrendered to slumber.