Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse

Chapter 180 - 18+ Exile? Really? (bonus)

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her like a promise of ruin, Without warning, he slammed into her, burying himself balls-deep in one brutal thrust, her walls stretching painfully around his girth, the burn twisting into blistering pleasure that made her cry out. "That’s right, scream for me," he demanded, his hips pistoning with savage force, each pound driving her into the ground, her tits bouncing wildly, still sticky from Exile’s load. His hand tightened on her throat, controlling her air, making stars dance in her vision as he fucked her harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing like thunder.

"Say it, bunny," he snarled, leaning down to bite her earlobe, teeth grazing sharp enough to draw a gasp. "Tell me how much you love being my dirty little bunny. Beg for it."

Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails on his sweat-slicked skin, her hips bucking up to meet his ruthless rhythm. "I love it, Lucan—fuck", she moaned, voice breaking as another orgasm built, coiling tight in her core. "Please, Please."

He growled his approval, slamming deeper, his free hand pinning her wrists above her head, rendering her utterly helpless beneath his onslaught. The pressure on her throat intensified, her world narrowing to the pulse of his cock claiming her, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air, every thrust a declaration of his unbreakable dominance. She shattered around him first, her body convulsing, juices soaking his balls as she screamed his name, but he didn’t stop—fucking her through it, relentless, until his own release tore through him, flooding her with hot spurts that overflowed, dripping down her thighs in a messy claim of ownership. Only then did he ease his grip, leaving her gasping, marked, and utterly his.

Lucky or unlucky for you, bunny. I’m all out, so I’m going to keep watching while they play with you. Do you need me to call someone to come help you?

——-

It didn’t break all at once. The heat didn’t just vanish. It slipped. After that, Lucan released it, giving Felicity just enough clearance.

Felicity’s breathing stuttered, uneven, her body still burning, still too warm, but her eyes, her eyes cleared for a single, fragile moment.

And what she saw—made everything worse.

Lucan was right there, close, too close, his chest rising hard, his control visibly strained, his pupils blown wide as he tried to hold himself together. His hands hovered like he didn’t trust himself to touch her anymore, like even that was too much.

Felicity froze.

Her cheeks flushed deeper, heat shifting into something else entirely, something sharper, more aware. Her ears flattened back instinctively, her body curling inward just slightly as realisation hit all at once. "...oh," she breathed, small, embarrassed, as she had just walked into something she hadn’t meant to.

She was a mess. She could feel it. The way she was clinging, the way she had been acting, the way everything felt too much, too open, too exposed and for a second, she didn’t move.

Didn’t know how to.

And then a hand settled gently on her head.

Exile. The touch was careful, soft, and kind, completely different from the tension filling the rest of the room. "It’s okay," he said quietly, voice lower than usual, controlled in a way that didn’t match the storm underneath it. "Little princess."

Felicity blinked.

Her brows pulled together slightly as she looked up at him, confusion cutting through the embarrassment for just a second.

"...who," she said, voice still soft, still unsteady, "are you calling that?"

Exile froze.

It wasn’t subtle. Everything about him was locked in place at once, like the words had hit something wrong, something deeper than they should have. His hand stilled against her hair. His gaze shifted, just slightly, like he was about to pull back, like he had overstepped without realising it until now. "...right," he said quietly, the word rougher than it should have been, like he was forcing it out past something tight in his chest.

And then he looked away. Just... away. That hurt more than it should have.

Felicity felt it immediately, that small shift, that quiet withdrawal, and something in her twisted in response before she could stop it.

"No."

Her hand moved before she thought about it, fingers catching his face, pulling his attention back to her with surprising insistence despite how unsteady she still felt.

"No, don’t." She shook her head slightly, her voice soft but urgent now, "Don’t do that."

Exile didn’t resist.

But he didn’t fully meet her eyes either, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

Felicity swallowed, her thumb brushing lightly against his cheek as she held him there. "Don’t look away like that," she murmured, her voice steadier now, more grounded than it had been a moment ago. "Don’t ever think I don’t want you."

That, that hit him. Hard. Because this time, it wasn’t the heat speaking not fully. There was choice in it. Exile’s breath caught, sharp and uneven, his composure fracturing just enough to show how much that meant, how much weight those words carried for someone like him.

Felicity leaned closer again, slower this time, her forehead almost brushing his as she stayed there, holding him in place, not pulling, not demanding, just... choosing. "I do," she added softly, as she needed him to understand it, as she needed him to believe it.

And even as the heat began to creep back in, threatening to take her again—

And far more dangerous than anything that had come before.

"Exillleee," she whined, her voice a breathy plea as she crawled toward him across the bed. Exile stood at the edge, his broad chest heaving, muscles taut under his skin like a predator ready to pounce.

His eyes, dark and stormy, narrowed to slits as he watched her, his cock already straining against his pants, hard and insistent. Inside his head, the alpha instincts roared: Mine. She’s chosen you. Breed her. Fill her up until she’s dripping with your seed.

She grabbed his hand, guiding it straight to her slick folds, pressing his fingers against her swollen clit. The touch sent a jolt through her, her hips bucking involuntarily. "I feel hot here," she gasped, her nails digging into his wrist.

God, she’s soaked. Ready for me. For us. "Are you sure, princess?" he growled, his voice low and rough, laced with that possessive edge that made her shiver.

Felicity clung to him, her hands scratching down his chest, leaving red trails on his skin. The sting only fueled his fire. She nodded frantically, her eyes glazed with lust. "Yes, fuck yes. I need you inside me. Both of you."

Lucan was watching from the side, smirking, "Exile she chose you, why don’t you join me?" his own cock was hard and leaking pre-cum as he stroked himself lazily.

Exile’s restraint snapped; the snake in him was screaming to be claimed. His thick cock’s springing free, veined and throbbing, the tips glistening, he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back with effortless strength, but making sure she was safe, he was rough but not too rough. He wanted her to use him as her toy, his too-hard cocks waiting to please her, waiting to breed her.

Felicity, his soon-to-be mate, lay underneath him, whimpering and squirming, eyes watery, looking up at his cocks with awe.

"Fuck, Felicity," he hissed. He would be her protector; he couldn’t wait to be one of the lucky ones. Her legs parted willingly, exposing the glistening folds of her pussy, already soaked and swollen. Exile grinned, feral and possessive, leaning down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss.

She moaned into him, hands clutching his broad shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting.

He broke the kiss, trailing bites down her neck, the scrape of his teeth making her pulse jump. "We are going to mate, you know that? little princess," he murmured against her skin, voice rough with dirty promise. "Gonna fuck you with both, stretch that tight pussy and ass until you’re screaming my name. You want that? Want me to breed you full?"

"Yes, please, I need you now," she panted, squirming under him, her hips bucking up to grind against him.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed in, inch by veined inch. She cried out, back arching, the stretch burning deliciously as her walls clenched around him. "So fucking tight," he groaned, the sensation of her gripping him like a vice making his balls tighten. He didn’t rush. This is what he had been dreaming about, thinking about, and now it was real. He savoured it, pulling back just to hear her whine, then slamming deeper. He reached down, teasing her clit with rough fingers, circling until she trembled. "That’s it, baby. Feel me inside you, I’m here for you, your plaything."

He adjusted, lifting her hips higher with one powerful arm. The secondary cock nudged her ass, the tip slick with his pre-cum and her dripping arousal. "Relax for me," he commanded, voice edged with dominance. "Gonna take this hole too."