Pixie Hazard, Archibald Bradford [100 best novels of all time .TXT] 📗

pelvis, his cock lodged deep in her throat while her eyes watered and she choked and gagged on his girth.

He’d always admired the girl’s petite frame, and it certainly wasn’t the first time her mouth was stuffed with his cock.

The truth was that she was something of a masochist that adored Eniella and would do anything for her, whereas Eniella in turn adored Bunny’s rough tongue on her clit and had no qualms about leveraging her lover’s body for the experience.

So it was therefore a mutually beneficial relationship that allowed Kyle to throat-fuck the little redhead on a semi-regular basis.

He lifted his head off the back of the little couch in the room he shared with Bunny, his hands gripping the petite ginger’s pigtails as he pulled her face to his groin over and over, the tightness of her throat well lubricated by her own saliva and the remnants of his first load.

The deal was simple, so long as Eniella was grinding his Bunny’s face into her groin, Davie had to do the same with his, however many of his loads that meant the bedraggled girl ended up having to swallow.

Their record was five, though both Eniella and Davie needed minor medical attention afterwards, for a raw clit and a sore throat respectively.

Doctor Wu was not impressed.

He grunted as he began to climb to his peak again, forcing Davie to move harder and faster on his cock, her throat making obscene slobbering noises as he plunged his length down it over and over.

“Aw fuck Bunny! Again baby! I’m cumming again!”

She paused in her tongue work on Eniella’s clit to respond with a yowling moan for his benefit.

“Let me hear it daddy!” She sang out.

With a few more thrusts into Davie’s throat Kyle let out a groan and pulled his cock out just enough so that the petite woman had to taste his cum as it shot across her tongue.

She hated the taste of cum, but it was all part of the game the four of them played.

Davie wasn’t supposed to enjoy it.

Bunny’s tongue went back to work on Eniella’s clit even as Kyle grunted and rammed himself into Davie’s throat a couple more times as his orgasm played out.

“Taste it! Fucking taste that cum you skinny little bitch! Fuck me!”

More and more of his cum spilled into her mouth and she desperately swallowed to try to keep up, gagging all the while as she struggled not to vomit.

Eniella abruptly screamed her own release: she had been watching Kyle dominate her lover’s mouth and the sight of him debasing her combined with Bunny’s efforts had her squirting all over the cat-girl’s face.

It took a few moments for two of the four people in the room to come down from their orgasms, panting heavily.

Eniella broke the silence after several seconds.

“Thanks Bunny, that was fun. But now I need to nibble on something sweet and get some rack time.”

Kyle released his death grip on Davie’s head and slowly pulled his softening cock out of the freckle-faced girl’s abused throat while she made more gagging noises around it.

Once he was free of her she swallowed shakily and gave a couple of burping coughs, then shared a cordial nod with him as they both stood to go get cleaned up.

Despite the rough treatment, Kyle and Davie got along just fine outside of his quarters.

The reality of it was everything that he did to her throat with his cock was entirely Eniella’s fault. Which meant that, inevitably, the redheaded pilot would act all hurt and betrayed for a few days while her pink-haired lover fawned over her and strove to make up for her sexual weaknesses, both in their bunk and out of it.

It was a fucked up dynamic, but then again: aren’t they all?

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Elsewhere on the ship a different redhead woke from a violent nightmare, sitting straight up in bed with knife at the ready to gut the men who were raping her and her sister.

It took Eva more than a few moments to shake off the familiar memory, so it was almost a full minute later that she stowed the blade back in its sheath under her pillow.

She was smart enough to know that sleeping with a gun was as stupid and uncomfortable as it sounded, but she couldn’t rest without having a weapon close at hand.

The cold fabric clinging to her skin made her cringe so she pulled her sweaty tank-top over her head and cast it to the floor of her bunk.

Naked now save for a pair of loose shorts, she got out of bed and began to work through a series of ancient relaxation exercise, her small freckled breasts soon glistening with the effort of maintaining the more difficult poses.

The exercises didn’t do much to restore her calm, but they at least helped her get her body exhausted enough to sleep again.

Not for the first time her mind juxtaposed the harsh groping hands of the men from her nightmarish past with the soft warmth of Bunny’s hug from earlier.

She hadn’t had sex in a decade and somehow the K’or-Macka could always sense her tension. Many times in the last two years Eva had almost succumbed to the temptation of the gentle and loving pleasure that the feline constantly offered.

But that would mean letting down her guard, something she didn’t think she was capable of doing anymore.

Eva Reeves lived her life in a state of constant vigilance; this was in contrast to her sister’s reckless and almost hedonistic approach.

She knew exactly what Davie was up to at that moment, and she did not approve.

She had promised herself long ago that no one would ever hurt her or her twin again, and to keep that promise she enlisted in the Dungeness Marine Corps, intent