Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse

Chapter 178 - 18+ I’ll Be What Ever You Want

"Good," Lucan said, his voice softening slightly. He helped position Felicity more comfortably on the bed. "She enjoys being watched, being heard. We can give her that."

Exile’s hand moved tentatively toward Felicity, hovering for a moment before his long fingers traced down her stomach to the damp fabric between her thighs. The touch drew a deep, throaty moan from her that seemed to echo in the room.

"There," Lucan encouraged, his own purr rumbling in his chest as he helped steady her trembling form. "Just like that."

Felicity arched into Exile’s touch, her eyes rolling back slightly as pleasure cut through some of the desperate need. Her skin glistened with sweat in the dim light of the bedroom.

"I’ll be whatever she wants me to be," Exile said, his voice rough with emotion as he watched her respond to his touch. "Friend, toy, anything—as long as she’s okay."

Lucan nodded, his own control firmly in place as he focused on monitoring Felicity’s condition. "She’ll remember this when she’s herself again. Remember that you respected her boundaries even when she couldn’t set them herself."

Exile’s fingers moved more confidently now, finding a rhythm that had Felicity gasping and clutching at the bedsheets. Her back arched sharply as the first wave of release washed over her, but Lucan could tell from her continued restlessness that it would take much more to ease the bloom’s effects.

"This is just the beginning," Lucan warned, settling in beside them. "It’s going to be a long night."

Felicity trembled as another wave of need coursed through her body. She bit her bottom lip, her teeth sinking into the plump flesh as she attempted to stifle the soft moans escaping her throat. Her hands moved desperately, reaching for Exile, fingers grasping at his waistband.

Exile caught her wrists gently, pulling away with a look of tender restraint. "Not yet, little one," he whispered, his voice a rasp of barely contained desire.

With deliberate slowness, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties, drawing them down her thighs and past her ankles. He moved between her legs, positioning himself lower on the bed, his gaze fixed on the glistening folds revealed to him.

"Oh, sweet little thing," he murmured, his eyes darkening with hunger. "I wish... but I can help you."

His head dipped between her thighs, and Felicity gasped as his tongue made contact with her sensitive flesh. Her back arched off the bed, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets beneath her.

"So wet," Exile groaned against her, the vibration of his words sending shivers through her core. "So wet for me, my love, my princess." He lapped at her again, more firmly this time. "What a naughty fox you are."

Felicity whimpered as Exile’s tongue transformed, splitting at the tip in a forked pattern that was distinctly inhuman. The dual points of pleasure made her eyes widen, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as he plunged the flexible appendage inside her. His strong hands gripped her thighs, holding them apart as she instinctively tried to close them against the overwhelming sensation.

"You like me licking you like this?" he asked, his words muffled against her flesh.

She could only nod frantically, her hips rocking against his mouth in desperate, seeking motions.

Lucan moved closer, his weight shifting the bed as he positioned himself beside her head. His fingers tangled in her sweat-dampened hair, turning her face toward his. His lips captured hers in a deep, possessive kiss that swallowed her cries of pleasure.

When he pulled back, his teeth grazed her bottom lip before trailing down to her neck. He nipped at the tender skin beneath her jaw, then soothed the spot with his tongue.

"Such a naughty bunny," he murmured against her throat, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her skin. "Getting all the team worked up like this."

Felicity arched her neck, offering more of herself to him as Exile continued his relentless attention below. The dual sensations—Lucan’s teeth scraping delicately along her collarbone while Exile’s tongue worked magic between her thighs—pushed her toward a precipice she desperately needed to fall from.

"Please," she gasped, unsure what she was even begging for anymore. The bloom had reduced her to pure sensation, pure need.

Lucan’s hand slid down to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. "We’ve got you," he promised, his breath hot against her ear. "Let go for us."

A keening cry escaped her as another climax built, stronger than the last. Her thighs trembled in Exile’s grip as her body tensed, hovering on the edge of release.

"That’s it," Exile encouraged, briefly lifting his head. "Come for us, Felicity. Show us how good it feels."

"Yes! Yes!" Felicity screamed, her entire body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of her life crashed through her. Her back arched off the bed, her thighs clamping around Exile’s head as a gush of clear fluid erupted from her core, spraying across his face.

Exile growled with primal satisfaction, his tongue working feverishly to catch every drop as he lapped at her release. His eyes gleamed with predatory delight, pupils blown wide with lust as he drank her in.

Felicity collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, eyes wide with shock. "I’ve... I’ve never done that before," she gasped, her voice hoarse from screaming. "What... what was that?"

Exile licked his lips, satisfaction evident in his expression. "That, my sweet fox, was you marking me as yours."

Still trembling from the aftershocks, Felicity turned her attention to Lucan. Something primal and needy stirred within her again, the bloom’s effects far from satiated. She reached for him, pulling his face down to hers with surprising strength. Their lips crashed together in a desperate kiss, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth.

Her hand slid down his muscular torso, fingers wrapping around his thick, hard length. She stroked him firmly, relishing the way his breath hitched against her lips.

Lucan growled deep in his chest, teeth catching her bottom lip and nibbling with just enough pressure to make her gasp. Lucan’s legs are moving her legs apart, pinning her underneath him.

"Okay, bunny," he rumbled against her mouth, his voice thick with desire. "I’m going to fuck you hard tonight, fill you with my seed until you’re round with my cubs." His eyes flicked to Exile, who was watching them with undisguised hunger. "And Exile is going to watch and stroke himself while I take you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, dirty girl?"

"Yes," Felicity panted, her body already burning with renewed need. "Please, Lucan. I need you inside me now. I’m so hot all over again—it’s like my skin is on fire, like I’m itchy from the inside out." She arched her hips up, seeking contact with his body. "Please, please fuck me. I need you so badly."

Exile moved beside them, his hands roaming over Felicity’s feverish skin. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch. His lips found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, kissing and sucking as she writhed between the two men.

"Such a greedy little thing," Exile murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her. "So beautiful when you’re desperate."

Lucan positioned himself between her spread legs, the thick head of his cock nudging against her dripping pussy. Instead of pushing forward, he remained perfectly still, the promise of relief just a breath away. Lucan then rubbed it up towards her clit, making her squirm more with ecstasy.

"Beg for it," he commanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

Felicity whimpered, her hips straining upward, seeking the fullness she craved. "Please, Lucan," she gasped, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. "I need you inside me. I need you to fill me, to stretch me. Your cock is perfect, so thick it feels os good inside me, make me yours. Please, I’m dying without you."

Lucan’s lips curved into a predatory smile, his hand moving to grip her hip, holding her steady. "Since you asked so nicely..."

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, drawing a shocked cry from her lips as her body stretched to accommodate his size. He stilled, giving her a moment to adjust, his eyes locked on her face as pleasure and pain mingled in her expression.

Felicity screamed loudly and moaned into Exile’s ears, while clawing Lucan’s back, screaming "yes, y-y-yes it’s sooo good."

"That’s it," he whispered, brushing sweat-dampened hair from her forehead. "Take all of me, little one."

Exile’s mouth found hers again, swallowing her moans as Lucan began to move, setting a rhythm that had her clawing at the sheets beneath them. The bloom’s fire burned through her veins, demanding more.

The men outside the bedroom were at this point at the edge of their sanity. Richard and Thane had already let loose and were jerking themselves off to every thrust they could hear with their heightened hearing, growling under tense, shut jaws.