The Pet update

Lexa lay on her back. Raven hurried to straddle her. Lexa rested her head on her hands and watched as Raven obligingly aimed the greasy dildo up into her pussy. She lowered herself onto it, groaning while she took it. A relieved whimper that it wasn’t as big as it’d been last time. That’d come close to being too much for her. Way, way close.

Clarke couldn’t stay away. The heat between the two women pulled her in like she would freeze to death without it. More of the Grounder jelly; she used it on Raven’s ass. A glob of the orange slime on her finger, pushed deep into Raven’s puckered hole to soothe how stretched it already was on Lexa’s strap-on.

Raven sank all the way down onto the strap-on, cooing as her blazing skin touched to Lexa’s. Then she lowered herself further, dropping her breasts onto Lexa’s, her lips against Lexa’s. “Heda,” she whispered onto Lexa’s tongue before she took it into her mouth.

Clarke took her finger away. Moved in with her strap-on instead, Lexa’s strap-on, the strap-on they shared. The dildo so big it would forever change—stretching and opening and spreading—whatever it fucked.

Looking down, she saw where Lexa’s dildo was in Raven’s ass already, being ridden. She saw the oil spilling down its shaft, the pink pucker of Raven’s asshole already wrapped around the phallus. Clarke aimed the tip of her strap-on at it. Steadying the dildo with her hand, she began to push it in alongside Lexa’s cock.

Octavia watched Clarke’s strap-on enter Raven, slotting impossibly alongside the shaft that already filled her. It looked like it hurt. She knew it hurt. Still, she wished feverishly that it was her being reamed that way. Getting the love of both Lexa and Clarke.

Raven’s anus stretched gradually, reluctantly allowing itself to be even more insanely distended than it already was. The distance separating her buttocks slowly grew, until she could’ve been spreading them apart with her hands. Only that wasn’t what opened them up. It was the two stiff rods taking up space. And where there wasn’t space, Raven stretched.

She thought she was going to die from this tortured pleasure, this penetration on top of penetration. She felt stuffed. Overfull. Less woman and more a sheath for all the cock her mistresses wanted her to take. Raven felt herself open and didn’t know if she’d ever feel closed again. The violation of her anal passage seemed like it would go on long after they’d taken the strap-ons out of her. It was too immense, too overwhelming, to stop so simply.

She clutched at Lexa, feeling the space inside her cunt being squeezed and rolled—touched despite being empty, compressed by the sheer vastness of the insertion in her ass. Her rectum was pinched tight around the twin penetrations and her sex was pressured, compacted until it felt like a single finger would be enough to totally occupy it.

Lexa heard Clarke’s dildo scrape against her own—felt the shudder go through it as Clarke raked it, inch by inch, with her own impalement of Raven. For a second, Lexa thought she would come from the tremors going down the phallic length and into her vulva. Inside of herself she jumped and twitched, on the verge of orgasm.

Clarke looked into Lexa’s eyes as she penetrated Raven. She saw how they were misting over, Lexa about to come, and froze with her strap-on halfway inside of Raven. She knew Lexa wouldn’t want to climax, not so soon. She’d see it as relinquishing power—losing it to the flurry of the sex.

So Clarke let her regain control while looking at Raven’s asshole, seeing it stretched and pale. It seemed to be hanging onto her dildo just as tightly as it could.

Clarke felt Lexa put a reassuring hand on her arm. Confident that Lexa’s unwanted orgasm was fading back into the din of arousal, she drove further into Raven’s bowels.

Raven came as if to make up for Lexa’s reluctance. She orgasmed without any motion at all inside her. It felt as if everything in her was a strap-on. And she felt like she would be ripped in half, her glutes never coming together again, her anus never again allowing her to so much as sit.

She basked in walls of flame. They passed over her with every moment she spent being filled so full. Raven just wished that someone would fuck her mouth too.

Together, moving as one, Lexa and Clarke held Raven in place. They kept her right where she was as Lexa drew her strap-on out and then plowed it back in. Raven felt like she was being ripped apart by pleasure. The walls of her anus twisted and tugged. It spasmed around the two hardnesses gouging into her.

Clarke felt Lexa’s motion as a shift inside of Raven, an obstacle that was moving aside. She waited until Lexa was all the way in and then drew her own dildo out of Raven’s hole. Only to slam it back in.

Working like a practiced partnership, Lexa and Clarke started to drive Raven mad. Only one of them would piston into her at a time. Lexa would haul her strap-on out only to plunge back in. Clarke would do the same the moment Lexa was still. And, caught in the middle, Raven felt her sanity fleeing. Her desire to be anything other than their shared cock-holster was already gone.

Then Lexa and Clarke started alternating. As one pulled out, the other would power in. They never fully left her, never gave up their claim on her ass, but kept the tip inside her while the other slammed inside of her.

Raven felt like she was being ground down, crushed into fine powder like Lexa and Clarke were pestle and mortar. She went limp. She’d been able to take it when it hurt, but now that it’d started to feel good, she was lost between one burst of sensation after another.

Clarke and Lexa abandoned their opposing rhythm to start fucking her at the same time. Raven was convinced she was going to break. No one could take going from empty to being bursting with fullness, not so fast. Not over and over again.

It was unbearable, but she couldn’t tell them to stop. It felt too good to stop, overwhelming as it was. They were going to kill her but she couldn’t bring herself to want anything else. She would just have to wait until they’d exhausted themselves—hope she survived until then.

If she didn’t, it was an exquisite way to go.

Then Octavia unexpectedly came to Raven’s aid. Watching the obscene tangle of her three lovers had aroused her madly. She’d tried to replicate what she was seeing with her fingers—digging three fingers into her steamy cunt because she couldn’t get a good angle to finger her ass. It ended up a pale imitation of the pleasure that was so real for Raven.

Now, unable to go without any longer, Octavia wrapped her arms hungrily around Clarke, lips brushing at her ear. “My ass belongs to you too, Wanheda. Fuck me like the dirty bitch I am. Fuck me like an anal slut that can’t go one day without being sodomized, because I can’t. I need to come with your cock in my ass.”

Clarke willingly went with her, dragging her strap-on out of Raven’s ass. It closed slowly, wrapping around Lexa’s dildo like a tightening fist. The sphincter flaring red with the hot blood that was now able to fill her throbbing veins.

Freed of the brutal elongation that’d had her frozen, trying desperately not to move and risk shattering her taut fragility, Raven managed to heave herself off of Lexa and fall onto her back beside the Commander. Her body quaked with satiated aftershocks. She lay there, moaning, and Lexa immediately dismissed her.

It was no surprise the Skaikru couldn’t take all the passion that was hers to receive. She still needed more training. And she would always need reminders of her place.

Octavia stared at Lexa, her lips nipping at Clarke’s pulse point. “Can I have you? Like she did? Can I have both of you?”

Lexa smirked dangerously at her. “Go fuck yourself, Grounder.”

Octavia obeyed. She straddled the Commander, who did nothing to assist her, and spiked her ass on the glistening strap-on beneath her. Rocking on her impalement and smarting at how it filled her, she reached back and spread her buttocks in blatant appeal to Clarke.

Biting her lip, Clarke again shared a hole with Lexa.

Octavia’s cry of vicious ecstasy managed to drill its way through Raven’s dazed skull. The hair on the back of her neck rose as she turned her head to see Octavia getting the same fuck she’d been unable to take.

Octavia’s lavish body was jerked and slammed between the two rutting women. Then she was coming—so obviously coming. The flush blossomed over her pale skin, like a fire sparked by the mad spasms she made all around the two dildos inside of her.

Heda and Wanheda fell into a rough rhythm, with no care at all for Octavia’s safety, only the trust that she could endure what they would inflict on her as they sought their own all-important pleasure.

They quickly stimulated themselves to a searing peak and Octavia was too far gone not to enjoy it. She climaxed wildly with them, her cunt clenching on nothing and her anus roiling. Unable to move when it was stretched so impossibly wide.

By the time they finished, Octavia had passed out. She, too, would need more training before she was a real anal whore for her mistresses. But Clarke petted her hair lovingly. She knew, in time, Octavia would be properly trained; in both her mind and her asshole.

For now, they were lucky enough to have a spare.

“Raven,” Lexa said, holding up her stained strap-on, fresh from Octavia’s ass. “Clean me.”

“And me,” Clarke said, pulling her own dildo free.

Raven looked between them in confusion. “Who goes first?”

“We’re equals, Raven. Both Commanders,” Lexa informed her. “Open your mouth wide. We’re both going first.”