novelraw Chapter 179 - 18+ Roasted
Chapter 179 - 18+ Roasted
"I know when your heart speeds up like that," he growled, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through her bones. "I can hear it from across the compound—when you’re afraid, when you’re excited..." His large hand splayed across her chest, feeling the frantic flutter beneath her ribs. "When you’re wet for me."
Felicity’s cheeks burned as Lucan lowered his face to her neck, inhaling deeply. Exile watched from the corner, his green eyes gleaming in the dim light, his jaw clenched tight.
"I know exactly how many bites of food you take at breakfast," Lucan continued, his teeth grazing her ear. "The way your voice changes when you lie. How your tail twitches when you’re trying not to smile." His hand slid down her body, possessive and knowing. "And I know exactly how to make you scream."
Without warning, he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. Felicity gasped, her fox ears flattening against her head as Lucan’s rough hands spread her thighs.
"Look at Exile," Lucan commanded, his breath hot against her nape. "Look at how hard he is watching."
Felicity’s eyes met Exile’s across the room. His hand was already working between his legs, his expression taut with need.
"That’s it," Lucan praised as he positioned himself. "Show him what he can’t have."
The first thrust knocked the air from Felicity’s lungs. Lucan was merciless, each powerful snap of his hips driving her forward, making the bed frame creak in protest.
"You like knowing they’re all listening, don’t you?" he hissed, gripping her tail. "My dirty little bunny. The whole team outside, pressing their ears to the wall, stroking themselves while I claim what’s mine."
Felicity buried her face in the sheets, mortified and aroused in equal measure. Through the thin walls, she heard muffled groans: Richard, Dawn, Thane—all of them listening.
Lucan pulled her up by her tail, arching her back painfully. "Let them hear you."
A particularly brutal thrust tore a cry from her throat. Across the room, Exile’s breathing grew ragged, his hand moving faster.
"You love this," Lucan growled against her ear. "Teasing him with those pretty little kisses earlier, knowing he can only watch while I fuck you."
The tension coiled tighter in Felicity’s core with each rough drive of Lucan’s hips. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to bruise, marking her as his.
"Mine to protect," he snarled. "Mine to breed, I know how much you love that, how much you want my cubs, my seed."
The word sent a shameful thrill through Felicity. Lucan’s rhythm grew erratic, his massive body curling over hers as he reached his peak. With a feral sound, he buried himself to the hilt, pulsing hot and deep inside her.
Instead of withdrawing, he pressed his palm firmly against her lower abdomen, trapping his release inside her.
"I want it to take," he murmured, his voice suddenly tender despite the crude words. His lips brushed her shoulder. "Nothing hotter than knowing my seed is searching for your eggs right now."
Felicity whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity of his possession.
To her shock, she felt him hardening again inside her. Without warning, he dragged her to the edge of the bed, flipping her onto her back. He positioned her legs up and back, exposing her completely.
"Come here," he ordered Exile, who approached with hesitant steps. "Play with her tail. She loves that."
Exile’s fingers tentatively stroked the soft fur of her tail, sending electric shivers up Felicity’s spine. She moaned, louder than she intended.
"Quiet," Lucan commanded, nodding to Exile. "Cover her mouth."
Exile’s palm pressed against her lips, his eyes dark with need. Lucan leaned close to her ear.
"Listen to them," he whispered.
Through the walls, the unmistakable sounds of the others pleasuring themselves reached her ears—harsh breathing, stifled moans, whispered curses.
"All for you," Lucan said. "But only I get to be inside you."
With that, he slammed forward again, his previous release making the penetration obscenely wet. His heavy balls slapped against her with each thrust, the sound echoing in the small room.
Felicity’s scream was muffled by Exile’s hand as pleasure spiralled through her body, building toward something shattering and inevitable.
Exile’s hand trembled against her lips. Felicity caught his gaze, her golden eyes holding his as she parted her lips against his palm. His breath hitched as she darted her tongue out, tasting the salt of his skin.
Lucan noticed the exchange and slowed his thrusts, watching with dark amusement. "Move your hand," he commanded Exile. "Let her taste your fingers instead."
Exile swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he slowly slid his index finger between Felicity’s parted lips. She closed her eyes, wrapping her tongue around the digit, sucking gently. The taste of him was different from Lucan’s—earthy, with a hint of something exotic that reminded her of the forest after rain.
"Look at that," Lucan growled, his hips continuing their relentless pace. "Good little bunny. You should take one of his cocks in that little wet hole of a mouth you have."
Felicity’s eyes flew open, her cheeks flushing deeper at Lucan’s words. Exile was staring at her, his pupils blown wide with desire as she bobbed her head, taking his finger deeper, swirling her tongue around the knuckle.
"Go on, Exile," Lucan continued, his voice thick with dominance. "Fuck her tight little mouth. You can cum in there too. She’ll lick it up."
Exile’s breathing grew ragged as he withdrew his finger. Felicity felt his hesitation, the war between his desire and his deference to Lucan. Then, with trembling hands, he guided her head toward one of his snake cocks, the twin appendages fully engorged and glistening at the tips.
"Please," he whispered, so softly she almost didn’t hear it over Lucan’s grunts and the wet sounds of their coupling.
Felicity opened her mouth, and Exile pushed forward, filling her throat in one smooth motion. The strange, forked sensation was overwhelming—alien yet intoxicating. She gagged slightly, tears springing to her eyes as her throat adjusted to the intrusion.
"Yesssss," Exile hissed, his usual restraint crumbling as pleasure overtook him. "This is what I want." His hands tangled gently in her hair, cradling her head rather than forcing it. "I love you so much, little princess."
Felicity moaned around his length, the vibration making him shudder.
"I want you to use me whenever you want," Exile continued, his voice breaking with emotion. "I’m yours. You are mine. I don’t even need to be your husband—I just want you to use me as your toy."
Her moan grew louder at his words, and she reached up to grasp his second cock, stroking it in time with the bobbing of her head. The dual sensation made Exile tremble visibly, his lean frame shaking with the effort to maintain control.
Lucan chuckled, his thrusts becoming sharper, more targeted. "Aren’t you lucky, little bunny? He loves you so much that you can at least please him. That’s it—jerk off his other cock with your hand while I fuck you hard."
The obscene scene they made, Felicity impaled at both ends, pleasuring two men simultaneously—should have mortified her. Instead, it ignited something primal within her, a deep satisfaction at being so thoroughly claimed, so desperately needed.
"You have no idea what you do to me," Lucan growled, his hands bruising her hips. "Every night I lie awake, hard as stone, thinking of this hot little body." He slapped her ass, making her jolt forward onto Exile’s cock. "The way you move, the sounds you make—it drives me insane."
Exile’s rhythm faltered as Lucan’s words seemed to push him closer to the edge. His green eyes locked with Felicity’s, silently communicating his approaching climax.
"Maybe," Lucan continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "we should take you out of this room. Fuck you in front of Leaf Team." He leaned down, his hot breath tickling her ear. "They’ve worked so hard for you. Don’t they deserve a reward? To see their little fox getting filled from both ends?"
The thought of being exposed that way—of Richard and Dawn and all the others watching as she was taken—sent a shameful thrill through Felicity’s body. Her inner walls clenched around Lucan’s thickness, drawing a satisfied grunt from him.
"You like that idea," he observed, not a question but a statement of fact. "Such a dirty little fox."
Exile’s breathing grew more erratic, his hips moving with increasing urgency. "Felicity," he gasped, "I can’t—I’m going to..."
His warning was cut short as he erupted, filling her mouth with pulses of hot seed. His second cock twitched in her hand, releasing in tandem, coating her fingers and breasts. Felicity swallowed reflexively, the unfamiliar taste bitter yet strangely addictive. She continued to lick up the rest of the cum.
As Exile withdrew, panting and dazed, Lucan grabbed Felicity’s chin, forcing her to look at him. "Did you enjoy your treat, bunny?" he asked, his golden eyes gleaming with possessive heat. "Because I’m just getting started."