The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe-Chapter 245: Give me a break, please...

We were back to where we left off but Damar wanted to test out his new legs, it seemed. He did not sit or lie me down; instead, he held my waist, grunting as he thrust in and out of me.

It was so much pressure... And pleasure... And while he was doing that behind me, Noah had his hand under my chin, keeping me in place as he thrust his cock inside my mouth.

I held his thighs, trying to keep myself stable, but my knees were weak, my eyes rolled back, and my senses were gradually fading.

At this point, my feet no longer touched the ground since Damar held me up by the waist.

Sex felt great, especially when it wasn’t just raw movements filled with beastly instincts.

I could feel the intention in Damar’s thrust, the weight he was carrying, and how gentle he tried to be despite his rationality fading in and out.

I could tell when he was no longer in control, and his instincts were taking over. He’d go rough, grip me harder and then try to push himself deeper until his lengths were entirely inside me.

I’d bite on Noah’s cock by accident whenever that happened, not too hard tho, and Noah would frown. He’d look up at Damar, taking it as a sign to calm him down.

But he didn’t do anything, no action specifically, instead he used words.

He tried to piss Damar off, about how he could be more gentle with me than he could ever be.

Damar took that as a challenge and started going gently, bringing his mind back.

My insides felt hot, thanks to the constant rubbing but I couldn’t stop it... Not when I was feeling so great from it.

"I’m gonna cum," Noah suddenly said, his other hand finding its way to the back of my neck. "Want me to cum inside?" He asked with a smug grin on his lips.

I wasn’t exactly in my right mind to tell him no, so I nodded subtly, and he shoved his cock deeper into my throat, grunting as his balls clenched, emptying their thick contents inside my mouth.

I felt it, his hot and thick semen rushing down my throat until he pulled out, a single streak of semen connecting from the tip of his cock to my lips.

This caused me to tighten up even more and Damar also reached his climax, emptying both his dicks inside me.

I felt so full and tired. I thought it was finally going to end but Damar did not stop. He pulled out and laid me on the floor, his face red and his eyes hazy... He wanted to keep going.

I looked at his expression and then down at his dicks that were up again.

Ah, damn rut.

He was going to make a proper mess of me, it seemed.

"Ari," he called with a trembling voice, and I reached for his face, caressing it softly.

"It’s okay, Damar. It’s okay. You can have me for as long as you want." I said. "Just... Don’t go overboard."

He let out a shallow breath and then held one of his dicks, stroking it a few times before pressing the tip to my entrance. It went in in one go and nearly knocked the air out of me.

He trembled.

"That’s it. Just... Let it out." I said, patting his back.

He pulled out and then I felt him positioning the second one on the same entrance.

My eyes widened. He was going to put two in one hole?

Give me a break, please...

"D-Damar, you can’t..." But he didn’t let me finish and shoved it in.

I bobbed my head back, breathing hard as I felt my insides clenched around him so bad I thought I would snap his dicks in half, but I didn’t die.

He was halfway in with both dicks, trembling and breathing hard, his flushed face giving him an edge over me and causing me to pity him.

"It’s... Alright," I barely said, biting my lip and keeping my trembling legs apart.

He noticed how my legs kept trembling and then grabbed them.

"Wait, no," he held both my legs together and dropped them on his right shoulder. "Damar... This position."

"Is it bad?" He asked and I looked at his expression.

That fierce snake had disappeared, and now he looked like he was an innocent beast doing his best during his rut, not to hurt his mate.

"No," I said and turned my head to the side, still trembling.

The position wasn’t particularly bad, but it made him dig into parts of my insides that could get me convulsing in pleasure.

It was too much. And if he did it too hard, I just might pass out.

"It’s not bad, just... Go slow." I said and he began to move, trying to get more of his length inside me with his slow thrusts.

I felt him scraping my walls and dug my suddenly extended claws into the rock underneath us.

It was so intense.

Damar kept thrusting, going slowly like that, but then he couldn’t keep up that slow momentum anymore. He released my legs and spread them so he was between me, hugging my body, and then lifting me up to hug his body.

I gripped his shoulder, scraping with my claws.

It was too much.

Damar did not mind that I was leaving deep scratch marks on his back... Or that he was bleeding from those said marks. Instead, he interpreted it as me liking the process so much that I could no longer contain myself.

"Ahh, Ari... It feels so good. Do you feel good too? I... Haa... I’m doing my best to stay calm."

If this was him being calm then I was insane.

My tail wrapped around his thigh and then he increased the speed of his thrust. I saw stars and really felt like I was going to pass out this time.

I opened my mouth, my fangs growing longer than normal, and then I dug them into his shoulder.

He winched but did not complain. Instead, he liked it, since this was no different from a marking process... He felt.

To him, I was claiming him as mine and it was such a precious feeling that he ended up cumming.

"Aah, Ari... I... I can’t... I can’t stop."

"You don’t have to stop... Just keep going," I said but later regretted those words the next morning.