The “breeding room” was our sacred escape—our filthy, tender kingdom where the world couldn’t touch us. Within its thick, soundproofed walls, we lost ourselves to need. At the center stood our altar: the bed. Wide. Deep. Built for three. The sheets were always rumpled, always damp with sweat or seed, and somehow, always waiting for more.
Even after seven children, even after I’d made the choice to
tie my tubes, the ritual didn’t die. If anything, it grew stronger. Max, Ant,
and I didn’t mellow with time—we grew sharper, hungrier. The bond we forged in
sweat and breath and fluid was unshakable. And our need? Endless.
That bed didn’t just witness our pleasure—it absorbed it.
Six times a day, or more if they couldn't get enough, we poured ourselves into
one another. Some sessions slow. Some feral. But the need to fill me
together—that craving—they never lost it. If anything, it grew.
Morning
Golden light kissed the bed as Max’s mouth found my neck, gentle but full of
intent. Ant’s chest pressed against my back, his cock already hard, already
twitching with anticipation.
“Gonna start the day off right,” Max murmured, sliding down
between my thighs.
Ant nipped at my shoulder. “We want you dripping before
breakfast.”
They took their time this morning—tongues tasting, fingers
teasing, their cocks replacing each other in rhythm. I came three times before
they spilled inside me, one right after the other, groaning my name like a
prayer.
Late Morning
A whisper. A brush of skin. And I was pinned beneath them again.
Ant’s fingers gripped my hips while Max took me from behind,
hard and fast, his thrusts lifting me off the bed. Then they flipped me—Max
beneath, Ant driving into me from above, watching every reaction like it was
the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Their cum mixed inside me, slick and messy. And they didn’t
stop. Not until I sobbed and shook and begged.
Throughout the Day
They found me. Again and again. A brush of lips, a bold hand at my throat, and
we were back in the room.
Ant stretched me open while Max fed me his cock. Then they
traded places. My body trembled under the weight of their passion. I couldn’t
keep track of the orgasms. I only knew the moment they were both buried in
me—one front, one back—that I was completely owned.
They didn’t just want to fuck me.
They wanted to fill me.
Together.
Midday
Laughter in the house. Clattering dishes. Kids playing.
And me? Pinned against the wall, then hauled to the bed,
both of them hungry again. I spread for them without a word, knowing the
routine, craving the chaos.
Ant fucked me while Max whispered filth into my ear,
stroking himself. Then they switched. And switched again. Until I was boneless,
panting, and their cum ran down my thighs in rivulets.
Afternoon
They slowed—somewhat.
Max licked between my legs like he was starving for it,
teasing my clit until I thrashed. Ant held my hands down, whispered praise and
threats in equal measure.
“Say it,” Max growled.
“I need you both,” I gasped. “I need your cum. I need to be filled. Again.”
And they did. Together. Always together.
Late Afternoon
They chased me down the hallway, laughing. Grabbed me. Tackled me to the bed.
No warmup. No teasing. Max was inside me before I could
breathe. Ant took my mouth, then my hands, then my ass. They were rough,
loving, merciless. I screamed, and they swallowed it with kisses.
By the time we collapsed, the sheets were soaked with our
mingled cum, my body trembling, my skin flushed and marked.
Evening
They didn’t slow.
Ant laid me on my back, legs spread. Max took my mouth
first, soft but claiming. Then he slid in beside Ant, both of them working me
open again, watching their cum leak out only to be replaced.
“You’re ours,” Ant growled.
Max echoed, “Every hole. Every drop.”
I sobbed, overwhelmed with fullness and love. And still,
they gave me more.
Nightfall – Final Breeding
The last session of the day always broke me. This one shattered me.
They didn’t speak. They just moved. Perfectly, in sync, two
bodies and one goal: to share me, completely, simultaneously.
Ant lay beneath me, cock thick and pulsing as I sank onto
him. Max knelt behind, spreading me wide, kissing down my spine before driving
into my ass with a groan that vibrated through my bones.
Full. So full. Their rhythm matched. Their hands
locked with mine. Their bodies pressed tight. Every thrust echoed in my chest,
my cunt, my soul.
They growled my name. Whispered praise. Promised to never
stop claiming me.
And when they came—deep, forceful, filling me with their
last drops of heat—I shattered. Crying. Writhing. Worshipped.
They stayed buried in me, trembling, chests heaving, hands
stroking every inch of my skin.
“I want you like this forever,” Max whispered.
Ant kissed my temple. “Ours. Always.”
Afterglow
Their seed still leaked from me as I lay between them, raw and wrecked, but at
peace.
Their hands were soft now. Their love quiet, but fierce.
That bed wasn’t just our playground. It was our vow. Our
battlefield. Our devotion made physical.
This wasn’t just sex.
This was everything.
This was boundless devotion.
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