The house was silent.
Not the usual quiet after a long day. Not the stillness of
kids tucked into bed. This was absolute. Echoing. Untouched.
Max’s parents had taken all seven kids for a few weeks—God
bless them—and the second the door closed behind that whirlwind of little feet
and giggles, something shifted in the air.
A tension. A hunger that had been restrained for years.
Now?
Now, there were no interruptions.
Ant stood at the edge of the breeding bed, shirt already
discarded, eyes dark with purpose. Max hovered behind me, hands splayed across
my hips, pulling me close. We hadn’t even spoken since the kids left—there was
no need.
The way they looked at me said it all:
Now you’re ours. All day. All night. No breaks. No boundaries.
Reflection, Brief and Dangerous
Ant's voice broke the silence, low and rough as his hands
moved up my ribs.
“We never really got time to just... have you. Not like
this.”
Max leaned in, kissing my neck slowly, possessively. “We
built this life together. But fuck, I’ve missed being greedy.”
Their touches softened just for a moment—reverent, almost.
Fingers tracing stretch marks, lips kissing the scars of motherhood, eyes
drinking me in like I was their religion.
Ant kissed the spot just beneath my jaw. “You gave us
everything. The kids. The love. The chaos.”
Max added, voice quieter now, “But this—this right here—is ours too. Just as
sacred.”
Then the emotion in the room snapped—like a string pulled
too tight—and gave way to pure male desire.
They Took Me
Max shoved me back onto the bed. Ant followed, both of them
already naked, already hard.
No warm-up. No small talk. No gentle pacing.
They’d waited too long.
Ant spread my legs wide, his hands gripping me like I might
vanish. Max knelt between my thighs, licking, teasing, then plunging in until I
cried out, thighs trembling around his head.
They took turns. They shared. They overwhelmed.
Ant’s cock replaced Max’s tongue. Max’s mouth took my cries.
Then they switched. Over and over. My body was never empty. Never untouched.
Always full.
They Didn’t Stop
One would fuck me while the other whispered filthy things,
stroking himself, watching. Then they'd trade places, sometimes mid-thrust,
slipping in while the other was still twitching inside me.
There were no rules. No limits.
Only possession. Only pleasure. Only two men who loved me so
much they couldn’t help but devour me—together.
The Clock Didn’t Matter
The sun rose. Set. Rose again.
They didn’t stop.
Every hour brought a new angle, a new session. Bent over
counters. Pinned to walls. Straddling them on the stairs. But the breeding bed
remained the center—the altar to our carnal worship.
They came inside me so many times I lost count. My body
sticky with them, stretched, aching, and adored. And used.
Drenched and Claimed
At some point, I collapsed onto the bed, unable to move.
They weren’t done.
Max slipped in behind me, cradling me as Ant lifted my leg
and entered me slow, deep. They both whispered in my ears—praise, filth,
worship.
I didn’t know whether I was crying or moaning. Maybe both.
Ant came first, a rough grunt against my shoulder. Max
followed, grinding in with a growl, making sure I felt every pulsing drop.
Sleep, Only Barely
They wrapped around me like armor. Their hands never left
me. Their cocks never stayed soft for long. The moment I stirred, even in
sleep, one of them was inside me again.
And I wanted it. All of it.
Because this wasn’t just lust.
It was years of devotion. Years of restraint, finally
unleashed.
And we had weeks.
Weeks of no interruptions.
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