Freya's smile was slow, knowing. She nodded happily, her hand still cradling her belly, her other palm pressing into the sofa as she shifted, the movement making her dress ride up another inch, the shadow of her pussy dark and inviting beneath the fabric.
"You guys get fresh," she murmured, her gaze flicking between us, lingering on me for a second too long. "I'll make something for you to eat."
She stood up—slowly, deliberately—her one hand holding her belly, the other supporting herself on the arm of the sofa. The weight of her pregnant body made her movements heavier, slower, every shift of her hips a tease, the satin clinging to the curve of her ass, the dress stretching over the roundness of it, the fabric parting just enough to reveal the creamy white of her upper thighs, the dampness still glistening there.
My cock was iron, throbbing, the head leaking against my zipper, every pulse of my heart sending a jolt of need straight to my groin. Fuck. I couldn't think straight. Couldn't breathe. All I could see was the way her thighs had pressed together, the way her nipples had strained against the soaked satin, the way her fingers had worked herself—
And then—
Pain.
A sharp pinch on my arm.
I hissed, jerking back, and Emily's face was right there, her eyes burning, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Stop glaring at my sister," she snapped, her fingers digging into my bicep, her grip bruising. "For god's sake, Jack—she's pregnant! You really are a pervert."
Her voice was low, venomous, but I didn't miss the way her chest heaved, the way her own nipples pressed against her shirt, hard and visible through the thin cotton. The flush on her cheeks wasn't just anger.
It was arousal.
And she hated herself for it.
"I wasn't—" I started, but she cut me off, her fingers tightening on my arm.
"Yes, you were," she hissed, her breath hot against my ear. "I saw you. You were staring at her like some starved animal."
I swallowed, my throat dry. "Emily—"
"Don't." Her voice cracked. "Just... don't."
She pulled me up, her body slamming against mine—too hard, too close—her hip grinding against my erection with a deliberate roll that made my cock jerk violently. The friction sent a jolt through me, my breath hissing between my teeth as her thigh pressed into the throbbing length of me.
She froze.
Her eyes widened, her pupils blowing black, her lips parting in a soft, shocked gasp. For a second, she just stared at me, her chest rising and falling too fast, her nipples—hard as pebbles—digging into my chest through her shirt.
Then—
Her expression twisted.
Something dark flickered across her face—anger, lust, a need to punish—and her grip on my wrist tightened until her fingernails bit into my skin.
"Looks like..." her voice was low, dangerous, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip, "this bad guy isn't calming down."
Her free hand slid down, her palm pressing against the bulge in my jeans, her fingers curling around the shape of my cock, squeezing just hard enough to make me grunt.
"Don't you want to know..." she purred, her thumb swiping over the head through the denim, her touch maddening, "how I make you beg?"
Before I could react, she yanked me forward, her strength surprising for someone so small, her body moving with a predatory grace as she dragged me toward one of the rooms—empty, dim, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that made my stomach clench.
She shoved me against the wall, her body pinning mine, her forearm pressing into my throat just hard enough to make my pulse spike.
"You like that, don't you?" she hissed, her mouth hovering over mine, her breath hot, sweet, tinged with the bitter taste of her jealousy. "Staring at my sister like a dog in heat."
Her hand dropped between us again, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans, her touch teasing, maddening.
"Bet you wish it was her, huh?" Her voice was venom, but her fingers tightened, her thumb pressing into the underside of my cock, grinding in a slow, cruel circle that made my hips jerk.
"Fuck—" I growled, my hands flying to her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her harder against me.
She laughed—dark, triumphant—before her knee slammed between my legs, pressing up against my balls with just enough pressure to make me gasp.
"Oh no, baby," she cooed, her lips brushing my ear, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of it. "You don't get to touch me. Not after what I just saw."
Her fucking hand ripped away from my throbbing cock, and I whimpered like a bitch, my hips jerking forward, desperate for her touch—but she laughed, a low, mocking sound, her fingers snapping around my wrist like a fucking vice before she slammed it against the wall so hard the drywall cracked.
"Aww, does the big man miss my hand already?" she cooed, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness, her other hand yanking my belt open with a violent tug.
The leather hissed through the loops, the buckle clanking like a fucking death knell before my zipper gave way with a rasping sound, the teeth parting to free my cock—already rock-hard, veins bulging, the head weeping with precum, glistening under the dim light.
"Look at this fucking thing," Emily spat, her eyes raking over my cock with disgust—but her lips were parted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her nipples poking through her shirt like fucking bullets.
Then—
SMACK.
She backhanded my cock across her cheek, the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing in the room, the sting radiating through my balls.
"Nnngh—! Fuck!" I groaned, my hips bucking, but she grabbed the base of my cock, her fingers digging in painfully, cutting off my movement.
"Shhh, baby," she purred, her cheek flushed pink from the impact, her tongue darting out to lick the glossy streak my cock had left on her skin. "Does your dick like slapping my face, huh? Just like it loves slapping Jasmine's?"
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
She did it again—harder, faster, her head snapping with each hit, her moans mixing with the wet slaps, her free hand gripping her own tit, pinching her nipple through her shirt as she watched me squirm.
"Mmmf— Fucking— Ahh!" I grunted, my cock twitching, precum dripping down the cock, but she just laughed, her voice thick with sadistic pleasure.
"Look at you— already leaking like a virgin," she taunted, her thumb smearing the precum over my tip, spreading it in slow, teasing circles. "Pathetic. You love this, don't you? Love when I humiliate your dick like the worthless fucktoy it is."
I couldn't deny it.
My cock jerked in her grip, betraying me, and her laugh turned darker.
"That's what I thought," she hissed, before dropping to her knees with a thud, her skirt riding up, revealing her soaked panties—dark, sticky, the fabric clinging to her pussy lips like a second skin.
Her hands grabbed my hips, her nails digging into my flesh, and before I could react, her tongue lashed out, flat and hot, dragging up the underside of my cock—slow, deliberate, her saliva coating my shaft in a glossy sheen.
"Mmm..." she moaned, her breath hot against my balls, "You taste like desperation, Jack."
Then—
Her mouth closed around my left ball, her tongue swirling, flicking, pressing against the sensitive skin before she sucked—hard.
"FUCK!" I roared, my hips jerking, but her fingers dug into my ass, holding me still as she moved to the other, her lips stretching around the heavy weight, her tongue slithering over the wrinkled skin, her teeth grazing just enough to make my toes curl.
"Mmmph— So full," she mumbled, her voice vibrating against my skin, her hand squeezing my shaft, milking another drop of precome from the tip. "Bet you love when Jasmine does this, huh? Sucks your balls like a good little whore?"
I groaned, my mind spinning, but before I could answer, her tongue lashed out again, flat and wet, dragging from my taint all the way up my cock, her lips brushing the veins, her breath hot against the head.
"Nnngh— Emily, I—"
"Shut up," she snapped, her hand yanking my balls down, stretching the skin tight before her tongue flicked over them again, harder, wetter, the sound of her slurping filling the room.
"You don't get to talk," she growled, her fingers digging into my thighs, her nails leaving red marks.
Her mouth popped off my balls with a wet sound, her lips glistening, her chin shiny with saliva. She looked up at me, her eyes burning, before spitting on my cock, the warm spit dripping down my shaft.
"Fuck—!"
"Yeah, baby," she purred, her hand stroking me slowly, spreading the spit, "You like that, don't you? Like when I treat your dick like the useless piece of meat it is."
Her fingers tightened, her thumb pressing into the slit of my cock, grinding in slow circles, and I bucked, my hips thrusting into her grip, but she laughed, low and mocking.
"Pathetic," she hissed, before reaching for her panties.
The sound of the fabric peeling off her skin was obscene—wet, sticky, the squelch of her pussy releasing the soaked cotton, making my cock twitch.
She held them up, dangling them from her fingertips, the crotch dark, sodden, the scent of her pussy—musky, sweet, fucking intoxicating—hitting me like a punch to the gut.
"Smell," she ordered, shoving the panties against my nose, grinding them into my face. "Breathe it in, you fucking pervert."
I inhaled—couldn't not—
And fuck.
The odor was overwhelming—salt, heat, the sharp tang of her arousal, the faint metallic hint of her own excitement. My cock jerked, precome leaking in a thick drop, and Emily's lips twisted in a sick, satisfied smirk.
"Good boy," she cooed, before yanking the panties away and wrapping them around my wrists—once, twice—tying them in a knot so fucking tight the fabric bit into my skin, the wetness seeping into my pores.
"There," she muttered, yanking the makeshift restraint hard to test it. "Now you won't be touching anything..." Her fingers traced down my chest, her nails scratching over my nipples, making them harden painfully. "...except what I let you."
Her hand slid down—slow, deliberate—before wrapping around my cock again, her grip tight, possessive, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the precome in slow, teasing circles.
"Mmm..." She licked her lips, her eyes locked on mine. "Now..." Her fingers tightened, her stroke slowing to a torturous pace. "Let's see how long you last... when you can't even touch yourself."
Her other hand snaked down, disappearing under her skirt, and I heard the faint, wet sound of her fingers sliding into her pussy.
"Fuck—" I groaned, my cock throbbing in her grip, but she just smirked, her fingers moving faster, her breath hitching.
"You are imagining my sister, don't you?" she taunted, her voice thick with lust. "Wish it was her thighs you were fucking between... her tits you were cumming on..."
"No—" I lied, but my cock betrayed me, pulsing in her hand, and she laughed, dark and knowing.
"Liar," she hissed, her fingers curling inside herself, her wrist twisting. "But it doesn't matter..." Her grip on my cock tightened, her stroke speeding up, her thumb pressing into the underside of my head. "...because right now? You're mine."
Her moans mixed with the wet sounds of her fingers fucking herself, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her tits heaving as she worked herself harder, faster—
"Nnngh— Fuck—" Her eyes rolled back, her pussy clenching around her fingers, and I knew she was close—
Her fingers tightened around my cock, her thumb swirling over the precome beading at the tip, her eyes burning into mine with sadistic delight.
"You want to cum, don't you, baby?" she purred, her voice thick with lust, her hand stroking me just slow enough to drive me fucking insane. "Beg me, Jack. Beg me like the pathetic little slut you are."
Fuck this bitch.
I gritted my teeth, activating Endurance God and Cum Monster—my cock swelling even harder, my balls drawing up but refusing to break, my mind locking into pure, stubborn defiance.
Emily noticed.
Her eyes flashed, her lips curling in annoyance—but then, slowly, a smirk spread across her face.
"Ohhh..." she cooed, her grip tightening around my shaft, her thumb pressing into the vein on the underside. "Looks like someone thinks they can hold out..."
She shoved me back onto the bed, her strength surprising as she pinned me down, her knees straddling my hips, her dress already half-torn, her tits spilling out, nipples hard as fucking diamonds.
Then—
She ripped it off completely.
The sound of the fabric tearing was violent, final, and then she was naked—completely fucking bare, her body glowing in the dim light, her pussy glistening, swollen, dripping with arousal.
"Let's see how long you last now, big man," she taunted, her hand wrapping around my cock, her fingers spreading the precome over the head before pressing it against her pussy.
The moment her soaked pussy lips made contact with my throbbing cock, I groaned like a dying animal, my hips bucking up off the bed, desperate to bury myself inside her.
But Emily laughed—a dark, smoky sound that sent chills down my spine—before slamming her palm into my chest, pinning me back down.
"Ohhh, someone's eager," she purred, her voice dripping with sadistic sweetness as she rocked her hips, letting my cockhead slip between her pussy lips—not inside, just teasing, dragging the sensitive tip over her swollen clit.
"Mmmf— Fuck!" I hissed, my cock twitching violently, precum dripping in thick ropes down the cock, but she just smirked, her fingers digging into my abs as she grinded herself against me.
"Look at you— so hard, so needy," she cooed, her free hand sliding down to spread her pussy lips, letting my cock slip deeper into her fold, the heat of her cunt scorching me.
"But you don't get to fuck me..." She rolled her hips, the head of my cock poking at her entrance before slipping back out, denying me entry. "...not until you beg for my pussy."
I growled, my hands clenching into fists, my cock throbbing painfully, but she just laughed, her tits bouncing as she grinded against me harder, her clit rubbing against the underside of my cock, her moans getting louder, needier.
"Nnngh— God, you feel so good like this," she whimpered, her fingers digging into my skin, her pussy sliding up and down my cock, coating me in her juices. "But you won't get to cum..." She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell. "...until you admit you're mine."
Emily's soaked pussy lips dragged over my throbbing cock, the head poking at her tight entrance before slipping away again—teasing, denying, driving me fucking insane. A whimper tore from my throat, my hips bucking uselessly against the bed, my wrists still bound by her soaked panties, the fabric cutting into my skin as I strained against the knot.
"Mmmf— Fuck!" I groaned, my cock twitching violently, precum dripping in thick, glossy ropes down the cock, pooling on my abs. Emily moaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her chest as she rocked her hips, her pussy sliding up and down my cock, coating me in her juices.
"Look at you— so hard, so fucking desperate for me," she purred, her voice thick with lust, her fingers digging into my chest before sliding up to pinch my nipples—hard. I hissed, my back arching off the bed, but she just laughed, her tongue darting out to lick the stinging flesh, soothing the pain before biting down again.
"Ahh—!" I grunted, my cock jerking, but she didn't stop, her lips wrapping around one nipple, her tongue swirling, flicking, sucking until it was rock-hard, aching. Her free hand pinched the other, twisting just enough to make me whimper, my cock throbbing in time with the pain.
"Mmm... so sensitive," she moaned, her voice muffled against my skin, her hips rolling as she grinded her pussy against my cock, the head slipping between her lips—not inside, just teasing, dragging over her swollen clit.
"Nnngh— Fuck, you feel so good," she whimpered, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, frantic circles as she fucked my cock with her pussy, her juices dripping down my balls, soaking the bedsheets beneath us.
"But you won't get to fuck me..." She rolled her hips, the head of my cock poking at her entrance before slipping back out, denying me entry. "...not until you beg for my pussy."
I growled, my hands clenching into fists, my cock throbbing painfully, precum leaking in thick, uncontrollable pulses, but she just smirked, her tongue flicking over my nipple before biting down harder, her teeth sinking into the flesh.
"AAH—!" I groaned, my cock jerking, but she didn't stop, her lips trailing down my chest, her tongue swirling over my abs, licking up the precum she'd milked from me.
"Mmm... so salty," she moaned, her voice vibrating against my skin, her hand stroking my cock slowly, torturously, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the precum in slow, teasing circles.
"You like that, Jack?" she panted, her hips rolling as she grinded against me, her pussy sliding over my cock, the head poking her entrance, teasing, denying—
"Fuck—"
"Say it," she demanded, her voice thick with lust, her fingers digging into my skin, her pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for filling.
"Oh.. someone has an ego," she snapped, her nails raking down my chest, her pussy grinding against my cock, her clit swollen, aching—
Her laugh was dark, triumphant, before she leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell.
But then—
A faint creak.
The door, slightly ajar.
A shadow moved in the crack, a pair of eyes peeking inside.
Freya.
My stomach tightened, but I looked away, pretending not to notice.
Emily didn't notice.
"Didn't I tell you..." she panted, her voice thick with lust, her hips rolling as she grinded against my cock, "I'd make you cum without letting you move your hips?" She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell. "I will win..."
Suddenly—
"Emily... Emily..."
A voice—soft, sweet, but laced with something darker—floated through the room.
We both froze.
The door was closed now.
Completely.
Freya's voice came again, muffled, distant—
"Emily, where are you?"
Emily pulled back, her eyes locking onto mine, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across her lips.
"Looks like sis wants me," she purred, her fingers tightening around the panties binding my wrists. She yanked them harder, tying them to the bedrest in a tight knot, her tits bouncing as she moved, her nipples still hard from biting them.
"You're not going anywhere," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, her hand sliding down to cup my cock, squeezing just enough to make me groan. "I'll see what my sister wants..." She stood, her dress still half-torn, her tits spilling out, her pussy glistening with arousal.
She pulled the dress back on—no bra, no panties—letting the fabric cling to her wet skin, her nipples poking through the thin material, hard and visible. She walked to the door, her hips swaying with deliberate tease, her ass flexing with every step.
"Don't go anywhere, Jack," she cooed, blowing me a kiss before closing the door behind her.
Silence.
I tugged at the panties binding me, testing the knot—
Tight.
Too tight.
I could've broken free.
I didn't.
Because somewhere, deep down, I wanted to see what Freya was doing.
Why did she call Emily now?
After seeing us.
After hearing us.
A slow, wicked smile spread across my lips.
This game was far from over.
My cock stood saluting the ceiling, throbbing like a fucking heartbeat, veins pulsing along the cock, the head glistening with precome that dripped in thick, shiny strings down to my abs.
The air in the room was heavy, charged with the musky scent of Emily's pussy and my own desperation, my wrists still bound to the bedrest by her soaked panties, the fabric digging into my skin like a fucking brand.
Then—
Footsteps.
Slow. Deliberate. Like a fucking predator.
The door creaked open.
Freya.
Her eyes locked onto my cock before she even registered my face. The towel in her hand slipped, dropping to the floor with a soft thud, her lips parting in a gasp—fake surprise, but her eyes betrayed her. They lingered, hungry, tracing every inch of my cock, the glistening tip, the way it jerked in the air like it was fucking waving at her.
"Oh— Oh my God! Jack—!" Her voice was a breathless moan, trembling with something far beyond surprise. Her gaze locked onto my cock like a starving woman eyeing a feast—thick, veiny, the tip already weeping with need. Her tongue darted out, slow and deliberate, wetting her lips as if preparing for a taste.
She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing, her chest heaving as her breath came faster, shallower. The thin robe clung to her body, damp with sweat, the fabric barely containing the swell of her pregnant belly, the way her hips had widened, the way her breasts had grown heavier, fuller—ripe.
"L-Let me help you..." She stepped closer, her bare feet silent against the floor, the scent of her arousal thick in the air—musky, sweet, fertile.
The cool air brushed over her skin, and I watched, transfixed, as her nipples hardened into tight, aching peaks beneath the robe, pressing against the fabric like they were begging to be touched. Her fingers grazed the bedrest, her nails digging in just slightly, betraying the hunger coiled inside her. Then her eyes flicked to the panties binding my wrists, and a slow, wicked smile curled her lips.
"Is my sister bullying you, Jack?" Her voice was a purr, low and dangerous, but her thoughts—oh, her thoughts—were a torrent of filth.
I didn't need to guess. Telepathy
showed me everything.
Her mind was a storm of lust, raw and unfiltered: [Fucking hell... Look at him. His cock is monstrous—thick, veiny, leaking like a broken faucet. How the fuck is this boy still a virgin? No way... unless he's not telling the truth. But look at him—tied up, desperate, his cock jerking in the air like it's starving for attention... And Emily kept teasing him, not letting him cum.]
[God, I want to wrap my lips around it. Feel it pulse in my mouth, taste that precum dripping down his cock. I want to ride him, sink onto him until he's buried so deep I forget where I end and he begins... I want to see if he lasts five minutes before he blows like the virgin he claims to be.]
[Emily's such a lucky bitch... She gets to break him in first. Fuck, I'm jealous. But if she doesn't... if she's too busy playing her games... maybe I should.]
[Look at that precum... Thick, glistening, dripping down his cock like he's already losing control. Pathetic. So fucking hot.]
[And that belly of mine... God, I'm so sensitive now. Every touch sends fire through me. I bet he'd love it—fucking a pregnant woman, feeling her tight, swollen cunt milk him dry... I bet he'd cum so hard he'd black out.]
Her gaze dropped back to my cock, her lips parting as she licked them again, slower this time, her eyes darkening with something feral. She bit her lower lip, and I could see the fantasy playing out behind her eyes—her, straddling me, her heavy breasts swaying as she rode me, her belly pressing against mine, the way her body would clamp around me, milking me for every last drop.
I forced my voice to shake, playing the part of the innocent virgin. "S-Sister Freya... what are you doing here?"
She didn't flinch. "I just asked Emily to grab something to wear from my room...." Her fingers tightened around the bedrest, knuckles whitening.
"I thought I'd bring you towels, but I didn't expect to find you like this." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her free hand drifting toward her own body, fingers tracing the swell of her belly before sliding lower, teasing the hem of her robe. "Jack... tell me." Her voice was thick, almost a growl. "Is my sister bullying you?"
I stopped her before she could untie me, my cock throbbing violently in the air, precum dripping in thick, obscene strings onto my abs.
"S-Sister Freya..." I let my voice crack, my body trembling. "D-Don't untie me..."
Her eyes snapped to mine, wide with fake concern—but her thoughts were a filthy, desperate mess: [Oh? He doesn't want to be free? Interesting... Maybe he likes being tied up. Maybe he likes being Emily's little slut. Maybe he likes the idea of being used, of having no choice but to take what we give him.]
[But if he's really a virgin... I need to know. I need to feel him inside me, stretching me open, filling me up until I'm dripping with him. I need to see if he can handle a pregnant woman's body—if he can take the way I clamp around him, the way my cunt milks him dry.]
[Fuck, I'm so wet just thinking about it. My body is made for this now—swollen, sensitive, hungry. I bet he'd lose his mind if I let him fuck me like this.]
She leaned in, her heavy breasts pressing into the mattress, her nipples so hard they looked painful. The scent of her arousal was overpowering—musky, sweet, fertile—mixing with the lingering scent of Emily's pussy still thick in the air. It was intoxicating. Maddening.
"Tell me the truth, Jack." Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but her eyes burned with something dark. "I'll handle Emily." Her hand drifted closer to my cock, her fingers hovering just inches away, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
I hesitated, my lower lip trapped between my teeth as I let my cock throb in the air, the veins standing out like cords, the tip swollen and weeping.
A fresh bead of precome welled up, thick and glistening, before dripping down my cock in a slow, obscene trail. My entire body trembled, my muscles coiled tight with need, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. "N-No... don't, Sister Freya." My voice cracked, the words barely more than a whimper. "I—I can't hold back anymore..."
"I'll go fucking crazy if I don't get a pussy soon..." The words tore out of me, raw and shameful, but I couldn't stop them. The ache between my legs was unbearable—a deep, throbbing pulse that radiated through my entire body, making my thighs tremble, my balls draw up tight.
"Emily promised to take my virginity once we reached here... away from Victor's reach. But she kept teasing me the whole way." My voice broke, a mix of frustration and need. "She'd touch me, stroke me just enough to make me beg, and then she'd pull away, laughing while I suffered."
I let out a shuddering breath, my cock twitching again, another thick string of precum dripping down. "It was torture. Every time she'd brush against me, every time she'd whisper in my ear about how tight she was, how wet she'd be for me... I could smell her. I could taste her on my lips from when she kissed me. But she never let me have her."
My hips bucked involuntarily, my cock bobbing in the air, the tip weeping with need. "And now... now I'm tied up, and my cock hurts. It's throbbing, Sister Freya. It's so fucking hard it aches. I need—"
I let my body tremble, my breath hitching as I forced my voice into a terrified whimper. "P-Please, Sister Freya..." My cock twitched violently in the air, another thick bead of precome dripping down my cock, the wetness pooling on my abs.
"D-Don't ask Emily..." My voice cracked, my eyes welling up with fake tears as I let my lower lip quiver. "If she refuses to take my cock... I—I can't..."
A choked sob escaped me, my body shuddering as I let my desperation show. "I'll die, Sister Freya. I need it. I need to be inside her—fucking her, filling her up until she's dripping with my cum."
Her eyes flared, her thoughts racing: [Oh fuck... He's really a virgin. And he's this big? God, I want to see how long he lasts. I want to feel him pulse inside me, feel him swell when he cums, feel his hot seed flooding my cunt while my body milks him dry.]
[If Emily doesn't take care of him... I will. I'll fuck him so hard he won't remember his own name. I'll make him addicted to this—to me. To the way my pregnant body feels around him, the way I can take every inch of him and still beg for more.]
[I want him to cum inside me. I want to feel him breed me, even though I already am. I want him to lose control, to ruin me, to fill me up until I'm dripping with him.]
Her hand finally brushed against my cock, her fingers wrapping around the base, her touch searing. She stroked upward, slow, deliberate, her thumb swiping through the precome before bringing it to her lips, tasting me with a low, needy moan.
My voice cut off with a choked gasp as Freya's fingers finally brushed against my cock, her touch searing like a brand. Her hand wrapped around the base, her grip firm and possessive, her fingers barely able to meet around my thickness.
A broken, needy moan tore from my throat, my hips jerking upward involuntarily, desperate for more—more pressure, more friction, more of her.
I forced my expression into a mix of shock and shy hesitation, my cheeks flushing as I let my voice tremble. "S-Sister Freya—! W-What are you—? D-Don't—aaaah—!" My cock pulsed in her grip, another thick bead of precome welling up at the tip, dripping down her fingers. The wet sound of her stroking me filled the air, obscene and maddening.
Freya's thoughts slammed into my mind, raw and hungry: [Oh my God... Emily has been teasing him this whole time... bullying him until he's trembling with need. Look at that face—so innocent, so desperate. I want to see him beg me to let him cum. I want to hear him whimper my name while I ruin him.]
[Such a treasure. Emily can't have him all to herself...]
[And my pussy...]
Her breath hitched, her thoughts turning filthy.
[Since I got pregnant, it's been itching so badly—swollen, sensitive, aching for something thicker than my fingers. His cock... God, his cock would erase every last bit of it. I bet he'd stretch me so good, fill me up until I scream—]
Freya gulped, her grip tightening around my cock, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip. Her free hand pressed against my chest, pinning me down as she leaned in, her heavy, pregnant breasts brushing against my skin. The heat of her body was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal—musky, sweet, fertile—filling my lungs until I could barely think.
She brought a finger to my lips, pressing gently. "Shhh..."
Her voice was a low purr, her thumb swiping through the precum before bringing it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste me. "You need a cunt to sink that big, virgin cock into. You need to fuck until you can't think straight."
Her other hand drifted to her own body, fingers tracing the swell of her pregnant belly before sliding lower, teasing the hem of her robe. "Emily's been cruel, hasn't she? Making you wait, making you beg..." Her eyes darkened, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
"But I'm not like my sister, Jack. I don't like to tease." Her fingers dipped beneath the fabric, and I heard the wet sound of her touching herself, her breath hitching. "I like to take what I want."
She leaned in closer, her heavy breasts pressing against my thigh, her nipples hard enough to cut glass. "And right now, Jack..." Her voice was a husky whisper, her breath hot against my ear.
Freya's fingers tightened around my cock, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "I want to feel that virgin cock stretching me open, Jack." Her voice was a dark purr, thick with lust.
"I want to ride you until you flood me with that cum you've been saving up. I want to milk you dry..." Her grip stroked upward, slow and deliberate, making my cock jolt in her hand. "I want to feel you pulse inside me while I scream your name."
Her other hand drifted to her swollen belly, tracing the curve before sliding lower, her fingers teasing the hem of her robe. The scent of her arousal—heavy, musky, fertile—filled the air, mixing with the desperate, salty tang of my own need. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and predatory.
"You want that, don't you, Jack?" Her voice dropped to a husky whisper.
"To feel how a pregnant woman's pussy feels around your cock..." Her fingers squeezed the base of my cock, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside. "How tight I'd be... how wet... how my body would clamp around you, milking you until you're empty."
My cock throbbed violently in her grip, precome dripping in thick, obscene strings onto my abs. Freya let out a low, amused chuckle, her fingers stroking upward again. "Looks like you agree."
I forced my voice to tremble, my body tensing as if I were genuinely hesitant. "N-No, Sister Freya... You're Emily's sister. If she finds out—"
Freya's lips curled into a smirk, her thoughts ringing in my mind like a taunt: [Hmm... Now I'm sure he's such a virgin. Even when I'm offering him a pregnant pussy, he's still worried about Emily. How adorable.]
She tilted her head, her voice dripping with arrogance. "So you don't want my pussy, Jack?"
I swallowed hard, my cock jerking in her hand as I pretended to falter. "That—Sister Freya... I... I..."
Her smirk deepened, her thoughts darkening with amusement: [Such a virgin... and that expression. Why do I want to bully him more? I get why Emily likes to tease him. Maybe I should, too...]
Freya's grip on my cock tightened, her nails digging in just enough to make me gasp. "Looks like you don't want it." She released me abruptly, and my cock bounced, desperate and aching.
"I want it!" The words tore out of me, raw and needy. "I want Sister Freya's pregnant pussy!"
Freya let out a dark, throaty laugh—and then slapped my cock, the sharp sting making me hiss. "But you won't get it..." She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she let the silence stretch, torturous and heavy. "Unless..."
Her breath was hot, her voice a whisper. "Listen carefully now, Emily will be here anytime now." Her fingers trailed down my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my skin. "You'll only get my pussy... if you don't cum inside her." Her lips curled against my ear.
"You have to hold back, Jack. Otherwise..." She pulled away just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Forget about my pussy."
I chuckled inwardly—I'll show her who the real virgin is—but I forced my expression into one of sheer terror. "N-No, don't, Sister Freya! I beg you —"
Freya's thoughts purred in my mind, amused and dark: [Such a cute expression...]
The distant walking from the hallway, sharp and deliberate. Freya's eyes snapped toward the door, her lips curling into a wicked, knowing smile. "That must be Emily." She leaned in one last time, her breath scorching against my ear, her fingers still wrapped possessively around the base of my cock.
"Remember, Jack..." Her voice was a dark, velvety whisper, laced with threat. "Don't. Cum." She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. "I'll be watching."
With that, she released me, her robe swirling around her as she retreated into the bathroom.
The door cracked open just enough for me to catch the glint in her eyes, the way her fingers traced her lips as she watched, waiting—her breath already coming faster, her pregnant body aching with anticipation.
And then—
"Jack~..." Emily's voice, sweet and poisonous, filled the room like a slow, deliberate caress. "Did you miss me?"
She stepped into view, her hair soaking wet, clinging to her shoulders in dark, glistening strands. The purple satin dress—just like Freya's—clung to her body, the fabric so thin I could see the shadow of her nipples, hard and begging for attention.
The dress rode high on her thighs, the hem teasing the swell of her hips as she moved, every step deliberate, every sway of her body a promise of torture.
Her gaze dropped to my throbbing cock, the tip weeping precome, the cock jerking in the air. A slow, cruel smile spread across her lips. "Oh..." Her fingers trailed down her body, her touch light, taunting. "Looks like your cock missed the feeling of rubbing against my pussy..."
She stepped closer, her bare feet silent against the floor, her eyes dark with mischief. "Are you ready to beg for it, Jack?" Without warning, her hand lashed out, slapping my cock hard. The sharp sting made me hiss, my cock swinging from the force, precome splattering onto my abs.
Freya's thoughts flooded my mind, her voice a breathless, giddy whisper: [Ohhh... Poor Jack... Emily's really slapping it so hard... He's trembling—his cock is twitching so badly... He might cum at any moment now...]
[It would be so fun to tease him after he cums... Denying him my pussy, watching that desperate look on his face when he realizes he failed...]
[Oh God... Why am I getting so wet just thinking about it?]
I clenched my jaw, forcing my voice to sound defiant despite the ache in my balls, the burning need coiling in my gut. "Never..."
Emily's smile turned downright evil. In one fluid motion, she climbed on top of me, the satin dress riding up her thighs as she straddled my hips. She stood up, her pussy hovering just above my cock, the heat of her radiating against my tip.
"This dress..." She tugged at the hem, the fabric sliding effortlessly over her skin. "Is perfect for sneaky sex..." Her fingers hooked into the neckline, pulling it down just enough to free her tits, her hard nipples pebbling in the cool air. "No trouble taking it off... or putting it back on..."
She wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock, her grip tight, her thumb swiping over the slick tip. "Looks like I have to use my ultimate move on you, Jack." Her voice was a sweet, venomous purr, her eyes locked onto mine as she lowered herself, the heat of her pussy brushing against my tip.
I groaned, my hips jerking upward instinctively—but she pulled back, letting my cock slip against her wetness without entering. "Mmm..." She rocked her hips, teasing me, the head of my cock dragging through her folds, coating itself in her arousal.
"You want this, don't you?" She sank down just enough to take the tip, her walls clamping around me for a single, maddening second—before she pulled back, letting me slip out with a wet, obscene sound.
"Fuck—!" The word tore from my throat, my cock throbbing, my body shuddering with the effort of not snapping, not forcing her down, not burying myself inside her.
Emily giggled, her fingers tightening around my cock as she rocked against me again, her pussy dragging along my length, soaking me in her heat. "You're so close, Jack~..." Her voice was a taunting whisper, her breath hitching as she ground against me, her clit rubbing against my cock. "All you have to do... is beg."
Freya's thoughts ringing in my mind, dripping with sadistic delight: [Look at him... He's trembling—his cock is leaking so much... He's right on the edge...]
[If he cums now... I'll never let him touch me. I'll make him watch while I play with myself, make him listen to how wet I am for him...]
[Oh God... I'm dripping—I can feel it... My pussy is throbbing just thinking about denying him...]
Emily leaned forward, her tits swinging as she gripped my cock, guiding it right to her entrance. "Last chance, Jack..." Her voice was sweet poison, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Beg... or I'll keep teasing you."
My hips surged upward, my cock aching to bury itself inside Emily's tight, teasing heat—but she shoved back, her palm slamming against my chest as my cock slid uselessly against her slick folds, the head catching on her entrance before she pulled away with a cruel laugh.
"Aaaah..." Emily's voice was a sweet, mocking sigh, her fingers tightening around the base of my cock. "Looks like I really have to teach you a lesson, Jack~..." She leaned down, her wet hair dripping onto my chest, her breath hot against my ear.
"You want to cum, don't you?" Her grip stroked upward, slow and deliberate, her thumb pressing into the weeping slit of my cock. "But I won't let you."
Freya's thoughts slammed into my mind, dripping with amusement and sadistic delight: [Look at him... He can't take it anymore. Trying to hump his cock into Emily's pussy like a desperate animal...]
[Well... What can I expect from a virgin? He's never had a real cunt before. He doesn't know how to control himself...]
[But God... The way he's trembling... The way his cock is leaking like that... It's pathetic. It's hot.]
Emily's grip tightened, her nails digging into my cock just enough to sting. "You think you can just take what you want, Jack?" Her voice was a venomous purr, her free hand sliding up to grip my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to pin me, to remind me who was in control. "You don't get to cum until I say so."
She spat—a thick, obscene glob of saliva landing right on the head of my cock. The warmth of it dripped down my cock, over my aching balls, the sound of it slick and degrading. "There..." She smeared it with her fingers, her touch slow, deliberate, her eyes locked onto mine. "Now you're nice and wet... Just like a good little virgin should be."
Her fingers traced the spit down my length, her nails scraping lightly over my sensitive skin, making me hiss. "Mmm..." She rocked her hips again, her pussy dragging against my spit-slicked cock, the heat of her almost too much to bear. "You like that, Jack? You like being denied while I play with you?"
Freya's thoughts echoed in my mind, her voice thick with arousal: [Fuck... I can hear how wet she is for him. The way her pussy is dragging over his cock... The way he's whimpering...]
[I bet if I touched myself right now, I'd cum just from watching him suffer...]
[But no... I'll wait. I'll watch him break first.]
Emily leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a dark, honeyed command. "Beg me, Jack." Her hips rolled, her pussy sliding along my cock, the tip catching on her entrance before she pulled back again. "Beg me to let you cum... Or I'll keep you like this all night."**
My cock throbbed, my balls aching, my mind screaming—
"I—!" My voice cracked, a broken, needy gasp, my body shuddering on the edge of total surrender. I let my lips quiver, my eyes welling with fake desperation, my cock throbbing so hard it ached. Just a little more... Play the virgin... Let Freya think I am a virgin...
Emily's smile turned feral, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Not good enough, Jack." She leaned down, her wet hair dripping onto my chest, her breath hot against my ear.
Then—she spat, a thick, obscene glob landing right on my aching balls. Her fingers smeared it in slow, deliberate circles, her nails scraping lightly over my over-sensitive skin.
"Mmm~..." She rocked her hips, her swollen pussy dragging against my spit-slicked cock, the head catching on her tight entrance before she pulled back with a mocking laugh.
"Try again, Jack..." Her voice was a dark, honeyed command, her clit grinding against my cock, her wetness coating me, taunting me. "Or I'll leave you hard and aching forever." Her fingers tightened around my throat, just enough to pin me, to remind me who was in control.
Freya's thoughts flooded my mind, dripping with sadistic delight: [Ohhh~... Is Jack trying to hold back?]
[He's trembling—his cock is leaking so much, but he's fighting it...]
[Is he really trying not to cum... just so he can earn my pussy?] [So cute... So pathetic...]
[I wonder how long he'll last...]
Emily's hips rolled again, her pussy sliding along my cock, the tip teasing her entrance before she pulled away, leaving me gasping. "You want to cum, don't you?" Her voice was a venomous purr, her fingers tracing the spit down my cock, her nails digging in just enough to sting. "But you can't... Not until I say so."
She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice dropping to a dark whisper. "Unless..." Her pussy ground against me again, her heat almost too much to bear. "Unless you beg properly..." Her fingers tightened around my throat, her grip firm, dominating. "Unless you prove to me that you deserve it."
Freya's thoughts echoed in my head, her voice thick with arousal: [He's so close to breaking... But he's still holding back...]
[ I want to see him snap. I want to watch him cum all over himself while I deny him my pussy...]
[Or maybe...]
[Maybe I'll let him have it...]
[After I break him completely.]
Emily's laugh was dark, her hips rolling again, her pussy dragging over my cock, her wetness soaking me. "What's wrong, Jack~?" Her voice was a taunting whisper, her fingers stroking my cock, her thumb pressing into the weeping slit. "Cat got your tongue?"
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to tremble. "I—I can't—"
Emily's smile turned cruel. "You can't what, Jack?" Her pussy ground against me, her clit rubbing against my cock, her breath hitching as she taunted me. "You can't beg?" Her fingers tightened around my throat, her grip firm, unrelenting. "Or you can't hold back?"
Freya's thoughts rang in my mind, her voice dripping with anticipation: [Oh, this is too fun...]
[He's right on the edge... One more push...]
[One more tease...]
[And he'll break.]
Emily's fingers tightened around the base of my cock, her nails digging into my skin as she pulled the foreskin back—all the way—exposing the sensitive, throbbing head. The stinging pleasure shot through me, my cock jerking violently in her grip, precome dripping in thick, obscene strings.
"Mmm..." Her voice was a dark, amused purr, her breath hot against my ear. "Hmm..." She rocked her hips, her pussy brushing against my exposed tip, the heat of her almost too much. "Are you about to cum, Jack?"
And then—she let go.
My cock bounced, throbbing in the air, the head weeping, aching, desperate for friction. "Fuck—!" The word tore from my throat before I could stop it, my hips bucking upward, my body trembling with the effort of not snapping, not grabbing her, not flipping her onto her back and fucking her raw—
If it weren't for Freya...
If it weren't for the game...
I'd rip those panties binding my hands.
I'd pin her wrists above her head.
I'd slam into her so hard she'd scream — I'd fuck her until she begged — Until her pussy was dripping with my cum, her thighs shaking, her voice hoarse from moaning my name.
Emily's laugh was low, knowing, her fingers trailing down my chest like a slow, deliberate torture, her nails scraping over my trembling abs with just enough pressure to make me hiss. "Look at you..." Her voice was a sweet, venomous taunt, her eyes gleaming with triumph, her lips curved in a cruel, satisfied smirk. "So close... So desperate..."
She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear, her wet hair dripping onto my skin. "Jack..." Her voice dropped to a dark, honeyed whisper, her fingers sliding between her thighs. "Are you really not going to beg?"
And then—
She spread herself wide.
Her fingers pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing the glistening, swollen flesh inside—dark pink, pulsing, dripping with arousal. A thick thread of her precum stretched from her pussy, hanging for a heartbeat before splattering onto the head of my cock, the warmth of it dripping down my cock.
"Mmm..." Emily's voice was a breathless moan, her eyes locked onto mine as she rocked her hips, her pussy dragging against my spit-slicked cock, her clit grinding against my throbbing cock.
"You want this, don't you?" Her fingers spread wider, her juices glistening, her scent—musky, sweet, intoxicating—filling the air between us. "You want to bury that virgin cock inside me..."
Freya's thoughts slammed into my mind, dripping with sadistic amusement: [Tsk... Tsk...]
[Poor Jack...]
[He must be desperately holding back...]
[Otherwise, a real virgin would've already splashed his cum all over Emily's pussy by now...]
[But he's not...] [Because he wants something else...]
[He wants me.]
[Should I help him cum? It must be so fun...]
[To see him in a dilemma... Knowing that he gets to cum...]
[But on the other hand... the thought that he won't get my pussy...]
[Must be so fun to watch him squirm...]
[But what should I do...?]
[I have an idea...]
My cock throbbed, my vision blurring at the edges as Emily's pussy grinded against me, her wetness soaking my cock, her breath hitching with every teasing rock of her hips.
And then—
I noticed it.
Behind Emily, the bathroom door was ajar—just enough for me to see Freya standing there, her lips curled in a secret, wicked smile. She pressed a finger to her lips—shhh—her eyes gleaming with mischief.
My cock jerked, precome dripping in thick, obscene strings as Freya's hands moved to the shoulders of her dress.
And then—
She let it drop.
The satin fabric slid down her swollen, pregnant body, pooling at her feet. She was completely naked—her nipples dark, heavy, and painfully hard, her belly round and full, her skin glowing with a fertile flush.
My gaze locked onto her pussy—swollen, puffed, glistening with arousal, completely bare, not a single hair in sight. The inner lips were stuck together, clinging from how tight she was, how desperate for stretching.
Freya dropped to her knees, her hands bracing behind her as she arched her back, presenting herself to me. Her fingers spread her puffed-up pussy, the tight, glistening flesh parting just enough to tease the dark pink inside.
Her thoughts rang in my mind, dripping with lust and cruelty: [ I bet he will not be able to hold back.. he will cum at any second now... for a virgin its too much to see a naked woman... but I know if such a young boy is Emily's boyfriend then he must be into MILFS.. and I am even better than those milfs.. as I am pregnant..]
Emily ground against me again, her soaked pussy sliding along my throbbing cock, her voice a taunting whisper, hot against my ear. "Jack..." Her fingers tightened around my throat, her grip dominating, her nails digging in just enough to sting. "Are you listening to me?"
Her hips rolled, her clit grinding against my cock, her wetness coating me, taunting me. "You have to make a choice, Jack..." Her eyes flicked down to my cock, watching as it slid against her pussy, the head catching on her entrance before she pulled back with a mocking laugh.
"And quick..." Her voice dropped to a dark, honeyed threat. "Don't forget... My sister is still in the house..." Her grip tightened, her breath hitching as she ground against me. "You don't wanna be caught like this... do you?"
Her eyes were locked on my cock, watching as it twitched, precome dripping in thick, obscene strings—
If she only knew...
Behind her, Freya was still there.
And fuck—
She wasn't just watching anymore.
Her fingers were buried between her thighs, her pussy glistening, swollen, dripping—and then—
A sharp, wet sound.
A squirt of clear fluid shot from her pussy, splattering onto the floor between her spread legs, her body shuddering with the force of it. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nipples hard, her belly tight as she circled her clit, her eyes locked onto mine, daring me to break.
Fuck—
Fuck, fuck, fuck—
It was too much.
Even with Endurance God, I knew I could hold out—could endure this torture as long as I wanted—
But I didn't want to.
Not anymore.
All I wanted was to shove Emily off me—
To grab Freya by those thick thighs—
To slam my cock into her tight, pregnant pussy—
To feel her baby bump press against me as I rammed into her, stretching her open, filling her up until she screamed—
To fuck her so hard her milk dripped down my cock—
To make her cum again and again, her pussy clamping around me, milking me dry—
"Jack..." Emily's voice snapped me back, her fingers digging into my throat, her pussy grinding against my cock. "I'm waiting..."
Freya's thoughts slithered into my mind, slick and taunting, as I watched her tongue slowly lick the glistening squirt from her fingers, her eyes locked onto mine with dark amusement: [This should be enough...]
[But what if he doesn't get to cum...?]
[What if I leave him like this— hard, aching, desperate...]
[Will he snap? Will he attack Emily... or me... with that thick, throbbing cock...?]
[I really want to know...]
[I want to see him lose control... To watch him decide who to fuck first...]
[To see which of us he wants more...]
My cock twitched violently as Emily slipped the head between her fingers, teasing her clit with the slick tip, her breath hitching as she rocked her hips. "Mmm~..." Her voice was a breathless moan, but there was something new in it—something raw, needy.
"You like that, Jack?" Her fingers tightened around my cock, her pussy grinding against me, her wetness soaking my cock—
And then I realized it.
She's desperate.
Emily wasn't just teasing me.
She wasn't just playing her arrogant games.
She needed this just as much as I did.
Freya's laugh echoed in my mind, dark and knowing: [Ohhh...]
[Look at her...]
[Emily's just as desperate as he is...]
[But she'll never admit it.]
[She'd rather tease herself into madness than beg for it.]
[Just like a true brat.]
Freya's thoughts hummed in my mind as she stood up behind Emily in the bathroom, her naked body glowing in the dim light. She reached for her dress, the satin fabric sliding over her pregnant curves, her fingers lingering on the silk pocket of her robe.
[Jack is trying so hard to hold back...]
[Look at those veins on his cock—I can see them even from here...]
[He might actually cum just from my touch...]
Her lips curved into a wicked smirk, but then her expression shifted, her thoughts turning calculating: [I need to stop both of them...]
[Leave them hungry... horny...]
[But how can I interrupt when I'm stuck here?]
[...Ah.]
[This should do.]
She slowly closed the bathroom door, her fingers brushing against the wood before slipping her phone from the pocket of her dress. The screen glowed for a moment—just long enough for me to see—before the door clicked shut.
[They'll be here any time now...]
Emily's breath was ragged, her body trembling as she gripped my cock, her pussy hovering over me, dripping, aching. "Fuck you, Jack..." Her voice was a broken growl, her pride shattering under the weight of her desire. "I can't take it... anymore—!"
And then—
She slammed down.
Her pussy swallowed the head of my cock, her walls clamping around me, stretching, expanding as she took half of my length in one desperate thrust.
"Aaaaaaaaaah—!" Her scream tore from her throat, her hands slamming over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. I could see her pussy gaping around my cock, clenching, pulsing, winking at me as she rocked her hips, her inner walls milking me instantly.
And then—
The doorbell rang.
A sharp, insistent knock followed.
Emily froze, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around my cock before she ripped herself off me with a wet, obscene plop. "W-Where is my sister?!" Her voice was panicked, her breath coming in short, frantic gasps as she stared at the door.
I also got dressed together with Emily.
"Why isn't she opening?!" She swallowed hard, her fingers fumbling with the panties binding my wrists, freeing me in one jerk. "Fuck— who is it?! It can't be... them, right?"
Her eyes flicked to me, wild, terrified. "Jack... let's go—!" She yanked her dress back on, her hands shaking. "I'll go open the door... and see who it is..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, raw with fear. "If it's Victor's people... you take my sister and run. Okay?!"
She gripped my shoulder, her nails digging in. "Don't worry about me—Victor won't kill me... but you—" Her voice cracked. "He'll kill you. And please—" Her eyes burned into mine. "Take care of my sister... don't let her get caught... promise me, Jack..."
Freya's thoughts drifted into my mind, tinged with guilt: [Have I... gone too far?]
[Scaring them both like this...]
[I feel a little guilty... now.]
Emily took a deep, shaking breath, squaring her shoulders. "You stay here..." Her voice was firm, but her hands trembled as she reached for the doorknob. "And once I yell 'Run'... you find Freya and get her out of here... as far as possible... okay?"
I wanted to tell her— There's no need to worry. It's just Freya. She's playing with us.
But one look at Emily's face—pale, terrified, still dripping from me—and knowing Freya was listening, I just nodded.
Emily slipped out of the room, her footsteps hurried, urgent.
And then—
Silence.
Except for the faint rustle of fabric from the bathroom—
Freya's voice, barely a whisper: [...I might've overdone it.]
Freya stepped out of the bathroom, her dress flowing around her like a second skin, her lips curved in that knowing, wicked smirk. I grabbed her wrist, my voice urgent, panicked—"playing the part": "Sister Freya—! We should hide quickly!"
She turned to me, her fingers threading through my hair, pampering me like a misbehaving child. "Don't worry, Jack..." Her voice was soft, soothing, but her eyes sparked with mischief. "I called them."
My face froze—shocked, betrayed. I let my voice crack, my hands trembling as I pulled back, staring at her. "Sister... Freya—why did you call Victor's people?!" My words were raw, accusing, my chest tight with fake hurt. "Emily and I trusted you so much... and you—!"
Freya's fingers snapped against my forehead, a sharp, playful flick that stung just enough to shut me up. "You dumbass~..." Her laugh was light, mocking, her eyes dancing with amusement.
"Those aren't Victor's people." She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I called my neighbors... asking them to have dinner with us."
I blinked, my expression shifting from shock to confusion—even though I knew. "W-Why did you...?" My voice wavered, playing the bewildered virgin, my hands clenching at my sides.
Freya tilted her head, her fingers twirling a loose strand of her hair around them, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Jack..." She pouted, her lower lip quivering as if she were genuinely hurt.
"Are you seriously blaming me for ruining your chance to fuck my sister?" Her eyes glistened, her voice trembling just enough to sell the act. "After I went through all that trouble to help you?"
I crossed my arms, playing the sullen, frustrated virgin, my voice rough with fake annoyance. "Hmph. You only wanted to tease me."
Freya clutched her chest, her voice breaking as she stepped closer, her dress swishing around her legs. "I only wanted to help you, Jack..." Her fingers traced the neckline of her dress, her eyes wide and pleading.
"I called those neighbors just to distract Emily... So you could hold back... And this is the thanks I get?" She sniffled, her voice quivering. "I guess no one even wants my pregnant pussy..."
Her words hung in the air, heavy with fake sadness, but her lips twitched, betraying the amusement she couldn't hide.
"NO!" I burst out, my voice cracking with desperation. I stepped forward, my hands clenching at my sides. "No, Sister Freya! I—I like— I like your pregnant pussy the most—!" My voice wavered, my cheeks flushing as I stammered, playing the flustered virgin.
Freya's eyes flicked up, her lips curling into a smirk. "You're lying, Jack..." Her voice was sweet, knowing, her fingers trailing down her belly, teasing the fabric of her dress.
"If you really liked my pussy..." She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "You wouldn't have been trying to shove your cock into Emily's pussy just now, hmm?"
"NO, I'M NOT LYING!" My voice rose, raw and desperate. And before she could doubt me again, my hands yanked down the zipper of my pants in one sharp motion.
THWIP.
My cock sprang free, throbbing, veiny, the tip weeping with precome, hard just from the thought of her. "Look!" My voice was a broken whimper, my fingers pointing at the obscene sight. "It's hard just thinking about your pussy, Sister Freya! I swear—!"
Freya's eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she studied my cock, her gaze lingering on the thick veins, the dripping tip. "Then explain this to me, Jack~..." Her fingers tapped her chin, her voice low, taunting.
"Why were you so eager to hump Emily just now?" She stepped closer, her dress brushing against my legs, her hand reaching out to trace the head of my cock with a single, teasing finger. "Mmm~... Were you thinking about my pussy as you tried to shove your cock inside Emily's pussy?"
I ducked my head, my cheeks burning, my voice mumbling into my chest. "That—Sister Freya, I—I just couldn't help it..." My cock twitched under her touch, precome dripping onto the floor.
"But I held back! I didn't cum!" My eyes flicked up to hers, pleading, desperate. "Please... can I have your pussy, Sister Freya? I need it— I need you—!"
Freya's smirk deepened, her fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly, torturously. "Hmm..." Her voice was a dark, amused purr, her breath hot against my ear. Her thumb swiped over the tip, spreading the precome, her grip tightening just enough to make me hiss. "But you still haven't thanked me, have you?"
I swallowed hard, my body trembling, my cock throbbing in her hand. "T-Thank you...?" My voice wavered, confused.
Freya's laugh was low, wicked. "For saving you from cumming inside Emily, silly..." Her fingers stroked my cock, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"If I hadn't called those neighbors..." Her grip tightened, her thumb pressing into the underside of my cock, making me gasp. "You would've already cum inside her, wouldn't you?" Her lips brushed my ear, her voice dark, honeyed. "So shouldn't you thank me, Jack~?"
I whimpered, my hips jerking forward, my cock pulsing in her hand. "Y-Yes! Thank you, Sister Freya—!"
Freya's smile turned downright devilish. "Good boy~..." Her fingers released my cock, and I staggered, my cock bobbing in the air, aching, desperate. "But don't think this means you get my pussy yet..."
She stepped back, her dress swishing around her legs, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You have to wait, Jack~..." Her voice was light, mocking, but her gaze burned into mine.
"And don't forget—" She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a whisper. "Emily and my neighbors are still here..." Her fingers trailed down my chest, lingering just above my cock, teasing, tormenting. "I have to deal with them first..." Her hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look at her. "And you have to be a good boy and wait for me..."
Her fingers slid away, and she turned, her hips swinging as she walked toward the door. "Don't worry, Jack~..."* Her voice was sweet, poisonous, her dress clinging to her pregnant curves. "I'll make it worth the wait..." She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark with promise. "If you can last that long~..."
And then—
She was gone.
Leaving me standing there—
My cock throbbing, dripping, aching—
My body trembling with need—
My mind is racing with images of her tight, pregnant pussy—
And the knowledge that she wasn't done with me yet.
Freya's thoughts echoed in my mind, dripping with sadistic delight: [So~...] [Cute...]
[The way he's trembling... The way his cock is leaking like that...]
[I wonder how long he'll last...]
[I wonder if he'll cum just from thinking about me...]
My cock throbbed, aching deep in my pants, the head still slick with precome, the veins pulsing with frustration. Every tease, every denial, every mocking laugh from Emily and Freya burned in my mind like embers, stoking something dark, something hungry.
Enough.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I adjusted my clothes, tucking my cock back into my pants with a sharp, deliberate motion. The fabric brushed against the sensitive tip, sending a jolt of pain-pleasure through me, but I gritted my teeth, ignoring it.
Freya can wait.
Emily?
She's first.
I straightened, my shoulders squaring, my expression smoothing into something calm, innocent—the perfect mask of the obedient, flustered virgin. But beneath it, my mind whirred, calculating, planning.
She thinks she's in control.
She thinks she's won.
Let her.
I stepped toward the door and turned the doorknob, opening the door.
-x-X-x-
The living room buzzed with laughter and chatter, the air thick with the scent of perfume and something sweeter, musky—the subtle, intoxicating aroma of arousal.
My gaze flickered toward the sofa, where Emily sat leaning in, her hands animated as she spoke to the two women beside her.
"Jack....." Emily's voice was bright, excited as she waved me over. "Meet Nancy and Suzy. They are sisters' neighbours"
Emily said, " Nancy and Suzy.. meet Jack, my boyfriend."
"Hello, Jack." Their voices harmonized, Nancy's soft and melodic, Suzy's low, husky. A shiver ran down my spine—not from nerves, but from the way their gaze lingered on me, appraising, hungry.
"Hello..." I replied, my voice even, but my mind racing. I sat down on the opposite sofa, my eyes tracing the way Nancy's fingers brushed against Suzy's thigh, the way Suzy's lips parted just slightly as she leaned into Nancy's touch.
The living room was thick with the scent of jasmine and vanilla, mixed with something musky, intoxicating—the unmistakable aroma of arousal.
My gaze locked onto Nancy and Suzy.
Nancy was porcelain perfection—her skin flawless, creamy, like freshly churned butter, her blonde curls cascading over her shoulders in soft, golden waves. Her dress—tight, clinging, criminally short—hugged her curves in a way that made my cock twitch.
The swell of her breasts was just visible, the cleavage deep enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy. Her legs were crossed, but the way her thighs pressed together, the fabric riding up just enough to hint at the dampness between them, made my mouth water.
I could almost see the glistening fold of her pussy lips, peeking out from beneath the lace of her panties—if she was even wearing any.
Suzy, on the other hand, was all sun-kissed sin. Her brown skin gleamed under the soft lighting, smooth and supple, like warm caramel. Her dress was even tighter, molding to her voluptuous figure, the neckline plunging low enough to reveal the dark, puckered areolas of her nipples, hard and begging for attention.
Her hips were wide, made for gripping, and the way she shifted, the dress hitching up to reveal the shadow of her pussy, bare and swollen, had my cock pulsing painfully in my pants.
Their fingers were entwined, Nancy's slender hand resting on Suzy's thigh, stroking slow, possessive circles.
Two pussies. Rubbing. Grinding. Dripping.
Freya stood suddenly, her dress swishing around her legs. "Let me get you a glass of water..." Her eyes flickered to me, dark with unspoken intent.
Freya's voice sliced through my thoughts, sweet and poisonous. "Jack... Come and help me."
Emily was too engrossed in her conversation with Nancy and Suzy to notice the tension, her laugh bright, unaware of the game unfolding.
The kitchen door swung shut behind us with a soft click, sealing us in a world of flickering fluorescent light and the rhythmic drip-drip of the faucet.
Freya didn't even glance at the glass she'd set under the tap. Instead, she leaned back against the counter, her hips arching just enough to make the hem of her dress ride up her thighs.
The water ran unchecked, splashing over the rim, but her attention was locked on me—her fingers drumming lazily against the countertop, her lips parted in a smirk that promised trouble.
"Jack~..." she purred, her voice a velvet whisper that slithered down my spine. She didn't wait for me to react. In one fluid motion, she pushed off the counter and closed the distance between us, her body pressing against mine.
She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "There's one more thing I didn't tell you. You wanted to know why I called my neighbours to disturb you and Emily right... I also have another reason to call them here."
I asked, " Another Reason?"
"You know Nancy and Suzy are lesbians, don't you?" she asked, though it wasn't really a question. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock through the fabric, her nails scraping just enough to make me twitch.
"Mmm, I can feel how much you like that thought." She bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening as she watched my reaction. "I bet you've imagined them together, haven't you? All tangled up, moaning, their pussies so wet and desperate..."
A groan tore from my throat, my hips jerking involuntarily toward her hand. Freya's laugh was a dark, throaty sound, her grip tightening just enough to make me gasp. "Shh, Jack~..." she chided, her thumb pressing against the head of my cock through my pants.
"We can't have you cumming yet, can we?" She leaned in closer, her lips brushing my jaw as she spoke, her voice a sinful whisper. "You know I was talking to them earlier, about a month ago. Just a little chat between friends..." Her free hand slid up my chest, her nails dragging lightly over my shirt, sending shivers down my spine.
"They couldn't stop staring at my belly. Touching it, even." Her grip on my cock tightened, her thumb circling in slow, deliberate strokes. "They got so jealous, Jack. So desperate."
Her breath hitched, her voice dropping to a husky growl. "I told them how I got pregnant, but they can't afford the cost of the expensive embryo plantation." Her fingers squeezed, her palm cupping my balls, rolling them gently before applying just enough pressure to make my knees buckle.
"So I offered them another solution." She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she watched me struggle to keep my composure.
"I told them to find someone to give them what they want. Someone strong. Handsome." Her hand slid up my cock, her touch maddeningly slow, her thumb pressing against the wet spot forming on my pants. "Someone like you."
My breath came in ragged gasps, my mind flooded with images—Nancy's lips parting as Suzy's fingers slid inside her, their bodies glistening with sweat, their moans filling the air.
Freya's laugh was a low, wicked sound, her fingers working my cock with practiced ease. "Oh, Jack~..." she cooed, her lips brushing my ear.
"You're dripping for them, aren't you?" She squeezed again, her nails digging in just enough to make me whimper. "I can feel it. All that precome soaking through your pants..." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of my ear, her voice a dark purr.
"Tell me, which one do you want first? Nancy, with those big, innocent eyes..." Her hand stroked up, her thumb pressing against the head of my cock. "Or Suzy, with that sharp tongue and the way she begs when she's close?"
She pulled back, her eyes locked on mine as her hand continued its slow, torturous rhythm. "Or..." she drawled, her lips curling into a smirk, "do you want them both, Jack? Both of them, spread out and waiting, their pussies dripping for your cock?" Her grip tightened, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"I could arrange that, you know." Freya's voice was a slow, sinful purr, her thumb pressing harder against the head of my cock through the fabric, her nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin. "One night. Just you... and the girls~..." Her breath was hot against my ear, her lips brushing the shell as she spoke, her words sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin.
"I'd watch you fuck them, Jack." Her grip tightened, her fingers stroking me with maddening precision, her touch both teasing and possessive.
"I'd watch you fill them up, one after the other, until they're both swollen with your cum..." Her voice dropped to a dark, honeyed whisper, her lips trailing along my jaw. "Until one of them is carrying your child."
My cock jerked violently in her hand, my vision swimming as the image seared into my mind—Nancy's legs wrapped around my waist, Suzy's fingers digging into my shoulders as I buried myself inside them, their moans filling the air.
Freya's laugh was a dark, triumphant sound, her fingers continuing their slow, torturous rhythm. "Oh, Jack~..." she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
"You're so close, aren't you?" Her grip tightened, her thumb pressing against the wet fabric of my pants, her nails digging in just enough to make me gasp.
Freya's lips curled into a wicked smirk as she pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know, I've already told them..." she said, her voice a playful taunt, her fingers still tracing lazy circles over my shaft through the fabric.
"I told them I found a man." Her touch was feather-light, her nails scraping just enough to send shivers down my spine, her breath hot against my neck.
"A man who could give them what they've been craving." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her lips brushing my ear as she leaned in closer. "I asked them to come see you, Jack. To see if you're fit to be the father of their child."
Her words sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin, my cock twitching in her grip. "And from their expressions~..." she murmured, her thumb circling the head of my cock through my pants, her touch both teasing and possessive, "I could tell they liked you. Very much." Her hand squeezed, her nails digging in just enough to make me gasp.
"But they didn't expect you to be my sister's boyfriend." Her laugh was low and wicked, her fingers stroking me with deliberate slowness, her voice dripping with amusement.
"I guess it'll be fun to see what they do now, won't it?" Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot and heavy. "Will they forget about it..." Her thumb pressed harder, her nails scraping lightly over the fabric, "or will they decide they want you anyway?"
With a final, teasing flick of her fingers against my cock, Freya pulled away, her smirk deepening as she picked up a tray with two glasses of water. "Fuck..." I thought, my mind racing. Freya was too much—too bold, too teasing, too dangerous. And now she'd called these neighbors over, knowing full well what she was setting in motion.
I followed Freya out of the kitchen, my cock still throbbing, the wet spot of pre-cum seeping through my pants. The moment I stepped into the living room, I noticed Nancy and Suzy sitting on the couch, their eyes flicking toward my crotch. Their cheeks flushed pink, their gazes lingering just a second too long before they quickly looked away, biting their lips.
Freya turned to me, her expression innocent—too innocent. "Oh, Jack~..." she said, her voice laced with faux concern. "I'm so sorry. I spilled some water on your pants." She gestured toward the damp spot, her smirk betraying her. "Why don't you go and change?"
Emily glanced up at my wet pants, her eyebrows furrowing. "Sister, Jack hasn't brought any of his clothes... so..."
Freya's smirk only deepened, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she turned to me. "If Jack wants~..." she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion, "he can wear my loose pajamas. They might fit him." Her fingers trailed along the back of the couch, her gaze flicking between me and the two flushed women. "I bought them after my pregnancy... to be loose."
I shifted uncomfortably, my hand instinctively pressing against my crotch to hide the bulging outline of my cock. "No... don't worry, sister Freya," I said quickly, my voice strained. "I'm fine. The pants aren't too wet—they'll dry in just a few minutes."
Freya's eyes sparkled with amusement, but she nodded, turning her attention to Nancy and Suzy. She raised an eyebrow, her silent question hanging in the air: "Well?"
I used my telepathy to hear their thoughts as I sat down beside them, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.
Nancy's thoughts were shy, hesitant: [He's so handsome... Our child would be perfect...] Her fingers twisted in her lap, her cheeks burning. [But he's Emily's boyfriend... It's not right to ask him to make me pregnant.] Her gaze flicked to me, then away, her heart racing. [But if he had a choice... would he choose me or Suzy to make pregnant?] The uncertainty in her mind was almost painful, her desire warring with her guilt.
Suzy, on the other hand, was bolder. Her eyes locked onto me, her thoughts unapologetic: [Hm... I saw that glimpse of his cock... So big.] Her breath hitched, her fingers curling into the couch. [I must get pregnant with his child. I don't care about anything else. I'm sure I won't find anyone better than him... Our child would be beautiful.]Her pulse quickened, her excitement building.[Why do I feel so... excited?]
Freya's smirk never wavered. She could sense the tension—maybe not their thoughts, but the way Nancy's breath hitched, the way Suzy's eyes darkened as she stared at me. The air crackled with unspoken desire, and Freya was loving every second of it, her gaze flicking between us like she was savoring a secret only she could see.
Suzy turned to Emily, her voice soft but curious, breaking the charged silence. "Emily, tell us how you met Jack. What's your love story?"
Emily's eyes darted to me, her cheeks flushing slightly as she recalled the memory. "We met in a mall..." she began, a small smile playing on her lips. "And he dropped his coffee on me."
Nancy let out a dreamy sigh, her fingers pressing lightly against her chest. "So romantic... Then what?"
Emily's smile widened, her gaze lingering on me for a moment. "Then he took me to buy new clothes... as an apology."
Suzy's expression softened, her voice warm with admiration. "He's so kind... and understanding, Emily. You're lucky to find someone like Jack." Her eyes flicked to me, her tone tinged with something deeper—something almost hungry.
Here's your expanded and intensified scene, heightening the tension, Freya's scheming, and the raw, charged confrontation between desire and control:
"Nowadays, young boys only care about one thing... a woman's body. That's all they have in their heads."
Suzy's words hung in the air, heavy with implication, her gaze lingering on my lap for just a second too long. "But I'm sure Jack isn't like that."
The room seemed to still, the air thick with unspoken tension. Nancy bit her lip, her fingers twisting together in her lap, her cheeks flushed with a mix of curiosity and something far more primal. Suzy's eyes burned with admiration—and something darker, something hungrier.
Freya's smirk deepened, her gaze flicking between us, her silence speaking volumes. She knew. She knew the effect her words—and this conversation—were having on all of us. The way Nancy's breath hitched, the way Suzy's lips parted slightly as she stared at me, the way Emily's hand squeezed mine, oblivious to the storm brewing around her.
"No, he's not like that at all," Emily said, her voice soft, her smile genuine. But the tension in the room was undeniable, the unspoken desires swirling around us like a storm waiting to break.
Meanwhile, my cock throbbed painfully in my pants, betraying every word Emily had just spoken. I was exactly like that—maybe even worse.
Freya's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Emily, I've already prepared dinner. It's in the kitchen." She turned to Nancy and Suzy, her smirk never wavering. "Come, let's have dinner together."
Emily stood, still smiling, and moved toward the kitchen. I saw my chance. "Emily, let me help you," I said, my voice low, my intentions anything but innocent.
The kitchen door clicked shut behind us, sealing Emily and me in a space thick with the scent of spices, warm food, and something far more intoxicating: her.
The moment the door closed, I pressed my body against hers from behind, my cock already painfully hard, straining against my pants as I ground it into the soft curve of her ass.
Emily let out a sharp gasp, her fingers clutching the edge of the counter as I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
"Emily~..." I growled, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my breath hot and heavy. "Weren't you being too naughty, teasing me like that?" My free hand slid down her stomach, my fingers tracing the hem of her dress before slipping beneath it, pushing the fabric up to expose her bare thighs. She wasn't wearing panties. Of course, she wasn't. Freya's influence, no doubt. The realization sent a jolt of lust straight to my cock.
Emily whimpered, her body trembling as my fingers teased the soft skin of her inner thighs, inching closer to where she was already wet. "Wait, Jack—" she breathed, her voice trembling, "I'm sorry... It's just—you looked so cute, and I couldn't help it—"
I didn't let her finish. My hand moved faster, my fingers sliding between her legs, finding her pussy already slick and swollen. "Mmm, so wet already," I murmured, my thumb circling her clit as my other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place. "But you're going to learn what happens when you tease me, Emily."
With a sharp smack, my palm connected with her ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen. Emily cried out, her body jolting forward, but I held her steady, my fingers never leaving her pussy. "Jack—!" she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and desperate need.
"Shh," I commanded, my voice a dark purr. "You're going to take what I give you." My fingers abandoned her pussy, sliding further back, teasing the tight pucker of her asshole. Emily's breath hitched, her body tensing as I pressed the pad of my thumb against her, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm.
"Jack, please—" she begged, her voice trembling, but her hips betrayed her, pushing back against my touch.
"You want this," I growled, my thumb pressing harder, breaching the tight ring of muscle just enough to make her gasp. "You've been begging for it, haven't you?"
Emily let out a broken moan, her fingers clawing at the counter as I slowly, deliberately, pushed my thumb inside her asshole. She was tight—so tight—but the slickness of her arousal made it easier, her body yielding to me as I sank my thumb knuckle-deep. "Oh—! Fuck—!" she gasped, her body shuddering, her walls clenching around my intrusion.
"That's it," I murmured, my cock throbbing painfully as I began to fuck her asshole with my thumb, slow and deep, twisting it just enough to make her whimper.
"Take it, Emily. Take it like the good girl you are." My other hand snaked around her waist, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
Emily's moans grew louder, her body trembling as I worked her, her asshole clenching around my thumb, her pussy dripping. "Jack—I can't—! I'm going to—!" She panted, her voice rising, her body coiling tight with impending release.
But then—
But before I could go further, a voice cut through my telepathy—Freya's. [Looks like Jack can't hold back... and he attacked Emily first.] Her thoughts were laced with irritation.[Hmph. He keeps telling me he likes my pussy the most... but he attacks Emily first? I'm not going to let that happen.]
"Emily! Emily!"
Freya's voice cut through the haze of lust like a blade, sharp and sudden. Emily's entire body jerked forward, her muscles locking up as the sound of her sister's voice registered.
My thumb slipped out of her asshole with a wet, obscene sound, leaving her empty, her body trembling as she gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter.
"Shit—!" she hissed, her breath ragged, her cheeks flushed with humiliation and arousal. She fumbled with her dress, yanking it down with shaking hands.
The kitchen door swung open.
Freya stood there, her eyes locking onto us, her gaze dark and knowing. She took in the scene—Emily's flushed face, her disheveled dress, the way her sister's breath was still coming in ragged gasps.
Freya's eyes flicked to me, her glare sharp enough to draw blood. "I'm here to remind you to bring those plates," she said, her voice deceptively calm, but her tone laced with something far more dangerous—something that sent a thrill down my spine despite the warning in her gaze. The air between us crackled, charged with a mix of jealousy, possession, and dark promise.