“But the second,” his face grows dark, “Would be Breed.” He growls, and unlike the others, he doesn’t pull out of me, the pulsating of his cock feels different now as he unloads his seed inside of me.

And for the life of me, I don’t know why, but I don’t fight him about it.

I take his cum as it seeps from my pussy, and I touch myself with it.

Kane pulls back and sits on his knees, near my feet and watches me rub myself like a needy little whore with the seed he wanted to breed me with. He tilts his head, a motion that looks innocent, like he’s fallen in love instantly.

He allows me to take a little bit, then he uses his fingers to shove some of his cum back inside my pussy.

Me touching myself, him touching me, the sounds of five wet cocks being jacked off beside my face with deep moans echoing from the quiet morning… it’s overwhelmingly, undeniably, fucking hot.

Taker and Blade come to my left, stroking their big fat cocks near my body. Daze and Choke to my right, pumping themselves too.

They all watch me, and I watch Kane as I reach the brink of orgasm, rubbing my clit with my fingertip, rubbing his cum into my cunt. As I moan his name, a stream of warm sticky cum lands on my legs, my tits, my face from every direction, from all of their cocks as they drain themselves on me.

VIII. Aftercare

PART 8

AFTERCARE

Kane carries me into the bathroom where Daze is filling the bathtub. “Don’t.” I weakly reach out, drained from the night of horror and pleasure.

Blade searches through my cupboard for something. “Found it.” He holds up the red bag, my first aid kit.

Kane wraps me in his arms as we sink into the warm tub together.

Their demeanor has changed, all gentle hands and stares as they check over every inch of my body. I look to where Blade cut their initials, surface level really. It will hardly leave a scar when it heals.

Blade works frothy shampoo through my hair. Daze is busy pulling out everything they’ll need to bandage me up after I step out of the bath.

Choke is rummaging through my drawers, finding my pajamas.

“Close your eyes,” Kane pours a cup of water over my head. “I don’t want them to burn.”

He kisses my cheek, his soft cock lying against my back.

A few minutes later, all the men are kneeling around my bare claw tub, their hands rubbing all over me. They make me feel like royalty.