5.42 – Ranked Competitive S*x IX

5.42 – Ranked Competitive S*x IX

For a second, Natalie had to adjust to the sight. Her duplicate self, standing there in front of her. An illusory image with the same physical form, and, presumably, thoughts and personality, like the event with Camille.

Maybe she wasn't exactly identical, but at most, Other-Natalie was only slightly altered to be more sexually receptive, as Camille's clone had been. Then again, maybe that had just been circumstance: the clone had known she was a clone, and submitted in accordance to Camille's personality. Natalie wasn't entirely certain.Checkk new novel chapters at novelbin(.)com

This one talked, too. Camille's hadn't.

Regardless, Natalie had succeeded in creating a second self.

And now, she was about to fuck this pliable wolfgirl with two of her cocks, not one.

And have a threesome with herself.

It was a bit much, even by her standards.

"W-What is this?" Malice asked, craning her neck upward to stare, still lying upside-down, at Natalie's illusory image.

"An illusion," Other-Natalie replied on Natalie's behalf. She gripped her cock, stepped forward, then slapped it down hard onto Malice's face, a meaty thwap echoing through the air. "You look like the kind of girl that won't be satisfied with just one, so we figured we'd help you out."

"Excuse me?" Malice demanded.

"Oh, stop talking, won't you?" Other-Natalie said. "That mouth is better used for other things. Like this."

Malice started to reply, but Other-Natalie shoved her cock in, cutting her off. The wolfgirl let out a muffled noise of surprise as Natalie's clone began, with no ceremony, fucking her face. Malice's pussy squeezed down hard on Natalie's cock, showing just how delighted she was by the turn of events, even if she would have feigned outrage. Her hips bucked up against Natalie, and Natalie groaned at the sensation, having temporarily slowed down her own thrusting to bring the illusion to life.

Quickly working into that same heat as before, though, Natalie grabbed Malice's hips and stood, raising the wolfgirl off the ground. Other-Natalie gripped Malice's head to steady her while thrusting in, bulging her throat out with each hard stroke. The Hellhound whimpered around the cock filling her mouth, eyes rolling back as she took it.

It was a devastating sight, Natalie couldn't help but think, Malice's orange eyes watering and her throat bulging obscenely outward—watching it happen from across from her.

It was definitely a weird scenario. Seeing another her fuck Malice. The two of them, holding Malice's weight together, violating two holes at opposite ends. Loud squelching filled the air as their respective hips thrust.

Weird, but also hot. Natalie couldn't deny that. She was getting used to that combo. It was basically her new life.

"Fuck," Other-Natalie grunted. "Her throat is amazing. You really should have tried it yourself."

Malice shook her head weakly, still trying to resist, but Natalie could tell the inevitable was approaching. The Hellhound gasped and moaned with each impact as Natalie and Other-Natalie continued to pound into her. Her body shook with pleasure, and she squeezed down around their cocks. It was almost too much for Natalie, the sight of Malice being fucked so thoroughly, the feel of her tight holes squeezing around her cock, and her and Other-Natalie's members sliding against each other through the thin skin separating them.

"I ... I can't ..." Malice whimpered. "B-But it's too much ..."

Natalie kissed Malice on the lips, briefly cutting off the words. The Hellhound whimpered into Natalie's mouth as she kissed back, their tongues exploring. She kept it up for a long minute, drinking in the other girl's taste. And when Natalie pulled away, the Hellhound seemed barely conscious.

"If you admit it," Natalie murmured, face close to Malice's, "I'll finish inside you. That's what you want, isn't it? To be filled up? From both ends? Stuffed and bred like a bitch in heat?"

Malice whimpered.

"Your body wants it. Look how hard you're squeezing down. So just say it. I can tell you want it. Need it. Come on—be a good pup. For me?"

"I ..."

"Louder," Natalie said firmly. "So we can hear it. Don't be ashamed."

"I ... I want it ..." Malice gasped. Her pussy clamped down on Natalie, as if shocked at the words that had come from her. Then she repeated herself. "I want it." Her volume grew. "I want your cum inside me. Fuck! I want you to breed me! I want to be your cocksleeve, forever!" She whined loudly as Natalie and Other-Natalie picked up speed, plunging into her tight holes over and over again. Malice's own hips started to work as much as Natalie's were, sliding back and forth and fucking herself onto their respective cocks. "I'm yours! Please, just cum inside me!"

Natalie groaned, her own pleasure spiking at the lewd, enthusiastic submission. She felt her illusion's cock start to swell against her own, and knew that Other-Natalie was also close. They pounded into Malice, filling her ass and pussy.

Then Malice's body tensed, and she came on Natalie's cock, squeezing down like a vice, nails digging into Natalie's shoulders. Her body shook violently with pleasure as she rode through her orgasm, eyes rolling back.

The sight was enough to push Natalie over the edge herself, and she groaned as she came hard, pumping Malice full of her thick load. Other-Natalie reached her own climax at the same time, filling the Hellhound's ass, the two of them stuffing the wolfgirl from either end. Malice whimpered as she was pumped with creamy stuffing, taking it eagerly, hips working to milk her two partners out. No resistance at all, only enthusiasm and desperation present in her movements.

When they'd finished, Natalie and Other-Natalie pulled out of Malice, and the three of them sagged into the ground, exhausted. The heart and shield symbols above Malice's head wavered for a second, then faded into nothingness, signaling the encounter's end.

Leaking from both holes, the wolfgirl looked up at Natalie with wide orange eyes. She seemed dazed and confused as she lay on the ground, like she couldn't believe what had happened.

"I ... lost?"

Despite her exhaustion, Natalie forced herself to sit up, lean over, and kiss her.

"You did. But you put up a good fight." She slipped a hand into Malice's hair and kissed her again, gentler this time. "And don't worry. I'll take great care of you."