Info - double penetration, no refractory period, anal sex, vaginal sex, cloning oneself, public sex, cheating, Harry asking for a threesome, praise kink, size kink, tail kink, wing kink, the Oscar's outfit 🥵, spit roasting, oral (male receiving), multicum, being lifted off the ground during sex, impossible anatomy, cock showing in stomach during sex. Lots of cum, cum inflation, teasing, begging, trouble breathing, nearly passing out, begging for aftercare, crying, wanting loving sex, having cum sucked out of you, guilt, throat raw from giving head, pain and pleasure, fucking mouth, not being able to swallow entire load, choking, emotional cheating, cursed Timothée, incubus Tim, aftercare
"This one involves double penetration," Timothée whispered to me as we walked. I picked at the dress I wore that matched him well. He looked like a wet dream and I was worried I looked like a nightmare.
"How's that possible, I only agreed to fuck you," I said and Harry overheard as he trailed behind us.
"I can help! I'll do it. It'll probably help how I feel!" He said.
"You're not permitted to," Timothée gritted out.
"But you said-"
"Just wait and see," he said. Harry took his place in a seat. It'd only been a day since the incident of the Witching Hour and I hated that Timothée's silent treatment had actually bothered me.
He led me into the arena. I felt sick with desire for him. His every movement was gorgeous, and he glittering in such a tantalizing way. I couldn't wait for this torture to be over, for the need of him to go away.
"Are you ready my darlings?" The lord addressed the crowd. They all screamed in approval. They were probably eating well on my thoughts alone. I was happy they were far away. I wouldn't hear the wet sounds.
"Let us begin then," he boomed and suddenly Timothée was two people. I could tell the difference immediately. His twin was more haughty and fierce looking. I wondered if the being was made of lust itself.
"We eat get to pick two positions, and I'm sorry to say cumming doesn't count here, we get to go as long as we want," Timothée explained.
"What to do I call him?" I asked, pointing to the second him that looked like the Cheshire Cat.
"Umm, T, I guess?" He offered. Somehow T did feel like a different person even if he wasn't really.
"What do you want?" T asked Timothée.
"Her pussy," he said confidently. I shuddered.
"I'll take ass then," he said. They approached me and I gulped.
"Timothée, c-could you leave the jacket on?" I asked.
"Ohh, I didn't know you liked sparkling things, I think I'll keep your dress on you as well," he chuckled. I rubbed my thighs together with need. Timothée tore down his pants. Soon he was inside me, taking the long journey of bottoming out. Soon I felt the hot breath of T. I moaned as he pushed into my ass, no lube required for an Incubus.
"I'm so full," I looked at my bulging stomach weakly.
"At least you don't have a third one to worry about," T purred in my ear and I felt my wetness increase.
"I wish I did," I said without thinking.
"Woah, don't get ahead of your self pretty girl," Timothée said. "We haven't even moved."
"Please do!" I begged. They did and created a rhythm, as Timothée slammed in, T pulled out. When T thrust in, Timothée was pulling back for another stroke. It felt so delectable.
"Oh, fuck, oh my fuck. I can barely breathe," I whined.
"Do you smell the arousal on her Timothée?" T chuckled. "I bet it's very wet where you are."
"Dripping," Timothée agreed. I leaned back into T's chest. I yanked on his curls to get his lips so I could let my moans be swallowed. Timothée dipped down to capture my nipples in his mouth. His hot tongue was so tantalizing. I needed something more inside me, so I rifled for Timothée's tail, and I played with it.
"Oh my, fuck," I heard Timothée whimper and he began to cum. I wanted the double sensation so I gripped hard on T's wing.
"You little minx," he cried as they both filled me. I came so hard from the duel filling of cum, that I had an out of body experience. I saw myself in the arena, being fucked like a rag doll by these two gorgeous men. I was having trouble catching my breath.
"Harder, faster, please," I begged as I looked at my stomach where cum had bloated me. I wanted more.
"Okay angel," T said. His tail wrapped around one of my legs so it was held up. Timothée's wrapped around the other. I was no longer even standing, I was being held up by cock alone. The idea made me so horny. T held my middle where my stomach bulged when Timothée's massive cock pushed in. Timothée's mouth was back to adoring my breasts. His hands massaged my ass. He was fucking me faster than T, whose hot panting breath dance on my neck. I was hot and sweaty, but it still felt amazing.
I yanked up Timothée's face and he looked surprised.
"Kiss me, fuck, just your lips get me so worked up," I moaned. He didn't reply but smashed his lips to mine.
"Haha, I can see you prefer him," T chuckled. "I see you like the way he fucks you so hard it nearly hurts, but not quite. It doesn't hurt enough to send you running."
Hearing Timothée's voice, while his lips were occupied by mine made me come undone. I gasped into Timothée's mouth.
"Cum with me," I begged. "I need to be more full, make me all bloated. Make me slosh with cum. I want you to fill me up, please."
Timothée came hard, with a wildly powerful thrust forward. I watched my stomach grow with cum as he did.
"You're so full," he panted. "You okay?"
"She's having the time of her life," T chuckled.
"Oh, more, just want more," I begged and Timothée grinned a feral grin. He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward on his cock.
"No mine," countered T, hands pulling toward him. I was being used to play tug of war and I loved it. My body jerking back and forth for one of the boy's pleasure had me weak.
"You're so tiny we can throw you around," T chuckled and sucked on my ear. He came again soon, filling my ass with his sticky white goodness, which in turn made me come.
"Gonna fill you again, can you take it? Not so tiny any more now are you? So full of cum," Timothée chuckled.
"Yes!" I clawed my way forward and licked his chest as he came inside me. Though I was arching, as I licked his chest, my stomach bloated so far it pressed against Timothée's.
"Fuck that's hot," he said, and came again.
"Ohhh!" I arched upwards in pleasure as I was filled again. I was so insanely full and I loved it.
"I'm bored, let's switch, I want to fill her now," T said.
"I want her mouth," Timothée panted.
"I can suck your cock?" I squealed excitedly to Timothée, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.
"Yeah angel, you can. We're going to spit roast you," he smirked.
"S-spit roast? Oh please, oh please please," I begged. They both pulled out with an erotic wet sound. Cum was pouring from both my holes.
"Get on all fours," T demanded. I did as he said. His cock filled my vagina. I was so bloated with cum that his cock, big as it was, wasn't showing in my stomach.
I looked up and was met with the most delicious sight. Timothée had his long dripping cock in my face.
"Make your jaw slack," he ordered. I did as he said, and made my tongue a pillow for him. He could only put about three quarters of it in.
"Mmmmm," I moaned around his cock. He began to fuck my mouth.
"What a pretty girl, so full, belly dragging with cum, and still taking my cock," he cooed. I felt T behind me, wrecking my pussy with his fast pace. He went so hard I was pushed further onto Timothée's cock and I gagged.
"Don't give up, be brave, take my cock like only you can," he urged. I had tears in my eyes as I plunged into orgasm.
"Fuck, you got really tight, so good!" T moaned and came inside me. My body was pulsing, my belly jiggling with cum. I sucked on Timothée like I had never done before. I was begging him to bless my throat with his semen.
"Oh, fuck, you're unreal," he whimpered. If I had the power to lift one of my hands, I would've massaged his tail, but I couldn't. He, however, seemed to get it and his sharp, forked tail drew slightly painful designs on my back. I couldn't breathe right as the pain and pleasure mixed. But then Timothée came, and it was so much I was choking, I was trying to swallow, but the cum just didn't stop at Timothée fucked my face. Finally, I felt like I might be fading. I hadn't taken a proper breath in so long and cum was pouring down my throat but also from the sides of my mouth and down my chin.
"I'm done!" Timothée said abruptly. He pulled out, though I noticed his cock was still shooting. T and him became one again. He'd done it for me, I realized. His cock wasn't done, but he hadn't wanted to make me pass out. An incubus wasn't supposed to be this way.
"Aftercare nuns," called someone. I got to my feet with Timothée's help. I was a mess, cum hadn't stopped pouring from, my throat was raw, and I was so bloated it was hard to move.
"Timmy, don't let them take me," I begged. "I want you."
"You know I can't," he said sadly.
"Please don't leave me again, it's you I want to take care of me," I said with shiny tears pouring down my face.
"I could get Harry," he hedged.
"I want you!" I screamed. He looked resolute now. He scooped me up despite the added weight and fought off the nuns until he was alone with me in the aftercare chamber.
"Thank you," I sobbed. He got out an odd device. He inserted a tube inside my tender heat. He hit a button and watched my stomach begin to shrink. I was in awe.
"N-not all of it," I said shakily, and he nodded.
"I'll give you a normal amount," he said. He went and got a rag. He began to clean my face gently. I watched his beautiful face. He looked guilty. He got me a cup of ice water that soothed my throat.
"I've never done this before, is this good?" He asked. I nodded. Suddenly, I couldn't bear that we weren't touching. I yanked him to me, easily now that my stomach was normal. I loved the feeling of his naked skin.
"I feel weird," I sobbed into his chest.
"I know dear," he said softly. He held me with no ulterior motive and I adored it. He was gentle and careful, his skin was soft and warm.
"I feel so fucking guilty," I said, looking in his eyes.
"Me too," he said, and bit his lip. I was confused. He didn't give a shit about Harry. I didn't know what he meant. I couldn't ask because he leaned down and brushed his lips against my cheek. My eyes fluttered shut. I realized what I really wanted, was for him to have sex with me, but normally. I wanted to feel adored and valued. I wanted to feel him take care during sex to remind me I wasn't just something to spit roast. I was a human, not a doll or a play thing or a target. I had enjoyed the sex so much, but now I needed to be reminded of my beauty and value as a human. I wanted to have a say, to have sex with him and it what I wanted. The knowledge of this made me cry harder.
I finally knew, I had fallen for Timothée. Incubus target or not, I wanted him. I didn't just want sex either. I prayed that the feelings of desire for intimacy and a life with him disappeared when I won. Now more than ever, I had to win these games.