Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse

Chapter 181 - 18+ Our Queen (bonus)

He pounded into her, the wet, obscene sounds of their joining filling the cavern, mingling with her whimpers and his grunts. Her breasts bounced with each impact, nipples brushing his chest, sending jolts through her. He leaned down, sucking one into his mouth, teeth grazing the peak, tasting her skin—sweet and salty.

He flipped them suddenly, rolling so she straddled him, both cocks still buried deep. "Ride me, Felicity. Use me like your toy," he demanded, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, but she loved it, slamming down on them.

His eyes, dark and feral, locked onto hers, pupils blown wide with lust. "Bounce on these cocks, Felicity. Milk them dry. You’re our goddess, our obsession—fuck, we’ve been watching you for so long."

Exile thrust up into her, the dual penetration sending jolts of electric pleasure-pain through her body, her inner walls spasming around him. "Remember how Lucan and I stalked you, sweetheart? Hiding in the shadows, whispering about how we’d claim every inch of you. We’d jerk off together, talking filthy about your sweet pussy, how we’d worship it, lick it clean, fuck it raw. We love you so damn much, you’re our queen, our everything. We’ve been trailing you for weeks, dreaming of this, of owning you like this."

More," she whimpered, her voice husky, body arching as waves of ecstasy built, edging her closer to the cliff. "I need more... both of you."

Lucan’s lips curled into a predatory smirk, his breath hot against her ear as he climbed onto the bed behind her. He pressed the swollen head of his cock against her already-stuffed ass, the pressure insistent, slick with pre-cum that dripped warm and sticky down her crack. With a slow, torturous push, he slid in alongside Exile’s shaft, stretching her impossibly wider, the burn morphing into a fiery bliss that made her cry out, her body quivering from the overwhelming fullness.

Exile groaned, his hips bucking wildly now, the trio’s rhythms syncing into a chaotic symphony of grunts and slick thrusts. "Feel us in that tight hole? We’ve worshipped you from afar, Felicity—stalking your every move, fantasising about you, spanking that ass red, making you scream. We love you, adore you, our perfect fox. Cum for us, drench us while we fill you up."

Felicity shattered, her orgasm crashing through her like a storm, muscles clamping down on the three invading cocks, milking them until Exile and Lucan roared their releases, hot spurts flooding her depths.

——-

The remnants of the Leaf Team were unravelling like a frayed rope. The air was thick with the scent of Felicity, her bloom and her heat, and the sounds of her moans and whimpers.

Thane slumped down the side of a wall under the staircase, his thick cock gripped in his fist. He pumped it slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of the muffled moans drifting from upstairs. Each breathy cry from Felicity made his balls tighten, his mind flooding with filthy images of what Exile was doing to her. "Fuck," he muttered, eyes half-closed, the slick sound of his hand on his shaft echoing in the room.

Dawn paced nearby, his jaw clenched, a mix of rage and unwanted arousal twisting his gut. He knew damn well Exile was up there, that snake-shifting bastard, filling "his" Felicity with his dirty cum—snake cum, twisted and potent from whatever dark hole Exile climbed up from. Dawn’s cock twitched in his pants despite himself, the jealousy burning like acid, but hell, it was hot too, imagining her stretched and screaming.

Thane’s strokes grew frantic, pre-cum beading at his tip and smearing over his fingers. "Listen to her," he panted to Dawn, who had stopped pacing and was now palming himself through his pants, unable to resist. "That moan, fuck, she’s taking it all."

Dawn snarled, "Shut up, or I’ll make you," but his voice cracked with envy, his mind replaying how Felicity had looked at him at the BBQ, all soft and wanting. Now she was Exile’s, and the thought made his blood boil—and his dick hard.

Richard barked at them to shut up. The jealousy burned hot in his chest, twisting with a dark arousal he couldn’t deny. She’s mine, he thought, but goddamn, the way she’s screaming... He palmed himself through the fabric, groaning low.

Thane smirked, speeding up his strokes. "Join the club."

Another particularly loud cry from Felicity echoed down, followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the wall. Dawn cursed, his hand moving faster inside his pants. "Fucking snake bastard," he spat, but his eyes were glazed with lust. "She should be under me, clawing at my back, begging for my cock. I’d make her scream louder than that."

Dimitri "Fucking hell," he growled, wrapping his hand around his thick shaft. His usually impassive face contorted with need as he stroked himself in long, deliberate pulls. His massive hand stroked faster, veins standing out on his forearm. "When she calls for me," he said, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "I’ll show her what a real alpha can do. Fill her so full her belly swells with my cum. Then I’ll watch her push it out, make her lick it from my fingers."

"She’s ours," Dawn agreed, his earlier anger morphing into a twisted solidarity. "Our mate. Our queen."

"Our little radiant goddess," Richard added, his breath coming in short pants.

As Felicity’s cries peaked upstairs, something electric charged the air. Dimitri’s rhythm faltered first, his massive body tensing, muscles locking as his release hit him with brutal force. Hot ropes of cum shot across his fist, splattering onto the concrete floor as a guttural roar tore from his throat.

"Fuck!" Thane followed immediately, back arching off the wall, hips jerking wildly into his grip. His seed pulsed in thick spurts, painting his stomach and chest as he rode the wave of pleasure, eyes squeezed shut with Felicity’s name on his lips.

Dawn collapsed to his knees, one hand braced against the floor, the other working furiously inside his pants. He came with a strangled curse, his body convulsing as he spilled himself, hatred and desire twisting his features into something feral.

Richard, always the controlled one, broke last—but hardest. His release ripped through him like a storm, leaving him trembling against the wall, breath ragged as he stared at the ceiling, imagining Felicity’s face above him instead.

The aftershocks rippled through them as they caught their breath, the scent of their collective release mingling in the air. Shame should have followed, but something darker took its place.

Thane wiped his hand on his pants, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. "Soon," he whispered, eyes gleaming with newfound purpose. "Soon it’ll be our turn with her."

The words hung in the air, crystallising the shared thought that had been growing in each of their minds.

Dawn’s lips curled into a predatory smile, all earlier rage transformed into calculated hunger. "She can’t possibly be satisfied with just that snake. She needs real men."

"She needs a pack," Richard agreed, straightening his clothes with meticulous precision, but his eyes had changed—sharper now, more focused. "She’s meant to be worshipped properly."

Dimitri grunted in agreement, already plotting. The beast in him had awakened fully now, recognising its mate. There was no going back.

"We’ll need to be patient," Richard cautioned, though the hungry look in his eyes belied his calm tone. "Strategic."

The silence that followed was heavy with shared understanding. What had begun as simple lust and jealousy had crystallised into obsession, a collective determination that Felicity would be theirs.

——-

The room had gone quiet in a way that didn’t feel calm.

Felicity lay where they had settled her, her breathing still uneven, heat still clinging to her skin like it hadn’t fully decided to let her go yet. Her hair was damp, sticking slightly to her cheeks and neck, her expression softer now but unfocused, drifting somewhere between exhaustion and that lingering haze that hadn’t completely faded.

Exile hadn’t moved far.

He was still close, too close to be called distance, his posture low and controlled but not relaxed, like stepping away fully wasn’t something he trusted himself to do yet. His gaze stayed on her, fixed, almost disbelieving, like even now he wasn’t entirely convinced this was real.

Lucan kept an eye on her. He was completely exhausted, but this little fox still didn’t look tired.

His breathing had slowed, but not by much; the tension still sat heavily in his shoulders as he watched her, every shift of her body tracked as it mattered more than anything else in the room.

Then—something tore. The space behind them warped for a second, like reality itself had been forced open, and then Voss stepped through it, his form stabilising as the distortion snapped shut behind him. He took one step forward. His eyes moved once across the scene.

Felicity with Lucan made sense, but Exile? That was a surprise. And in that single glance, he understood everything.