Alli:
Even though we gave him exactly what it seemed he desired, the attack on our bodies merely changed in orientation, as I now almost faced the ceilin. The tentacle’s bombardment was constant, no moment of rest to carry me passed my climax, just a drive full speed ahead to the next one. I was being forced to taste my own arousal, as the tentacles took turns fucking my pussy and then my mouth. Moans and groans were pouring out of me, some muffled and some defining as I listened to my own tortured pleasure.

Ana:
In the midst of orgasm my pussy was freed to pulse against itself, but for only a second in time before I felt the opening widened, being forced to receive a much larger appendage. “AAHHh”, I gasped as it almost hurt to be stretched so wide with no moment to adjust to his size. I couldn’t tell if he was pulling me onto his rod, or if his hands gripped my hips for his impact, but he entered me hard and our bodies collided with a slap. Continued pleasure fill me, as my tit’s jerked forward, and my legs tensed to prepare for what was next, my eyes closed.

Zhiric continues to slap his hips against Anariah's while he fucked her, assisting the motion with his hands rhythmically moving back and forth. He treated her softer than he was her cousin.

Speaking of the cousin. Allirabeth would feel everything speed up and intensify greatly and images of what was to happen to her would slowly start flowing through her mind. Zhiric loved messing with this girl's head.

Alli:
Like being forced to look in a mirror at myself, I watched as my own body was ravished. I spared no orifice and my face was one of tortured bliss. I despised him for these acts of aggression against my cousin and me, but I could hardly ignore the pleasure it brought to my entire body.

My moans continued to flow freely now, and only added to the embarrassment I felt as my dear cousin surely heard every gasping breath, every whimper, and every groan. “Stop this please”, I silently begged as another peak approached.

Ana:
His rhythmic motions created a constant wave as his thrusts pushed me through the tides of resistance. He drove himself into me with no pause for rebuttal, and finally I no longer fought against him. I could feel my pussy embrace his attack, causing me to crave the sensation. The wetter I got, the deeper he went, and the girth of his staff dragged along the walls of my inner core as if demanding another orgasm.

My moans were almost yells begging for more, and I could only hear faint sounds from Alli, seeming to be far in the distance. Although I could see her if I had looked up, I felt separated from her now. My arousal had taken me out of the communal room, into the hole of lust with this monster, and at the moment I wasn’t looking back to trigger my sense of reality.

Stop? Why would I do that? He posed to Allirabeth, unceasing even as peaks approached nearer, knowing that it would be soon time for the cousins to experience the position the other one was in, but not without Zhiric pushing Anariah as far as she could go.

Zhiric slowed his pace to one that would still push Allirabeth's cousin over the edge, but it would be an agonizing journey to the peak of the mountain and a harrowing ride down before starting the trail again. He removed the appendages from Anariah's mouth and Allirabeth's cunt, swapping them without either being able to track where they had originated from.

Allirabeth's continued resistance brought forward a determination in his steps to bring her back to what she had been that night on the beach. He started softly, playing on her already lust filled mind. Let your mind go blank to all thoughts but the pleasure.

Alli:
As if placed under hypnosis, any tension sustained by guilt or fear vanished. Any malice build from anger or hatred towards my attacker fled, and all memory of it was erased, for the moment. A surge of pleasure seemed to flow outward from the inner most part of my core, invigorating every pore in my body, and muffled moans began to float out of me like hymns of a choir.

Ana:
His slowed pace only added to my frenzy, as I pushed back onto his cock a spit second faster then he was reacting trying to motivate his tempo, but his actions were deliberate. “Fuck me fas-ster-r, fast-r”, a freed mouth blurted out, before a second later my cries were stuffed back inside me.

There was a trace of arousal on my tongue … it excited me more. At first thought I assumed it was my own juices he was having me taste, but it was slightly different. A wave of sensation and realization hit me all at once. I had no more time for analysis with the throbbing of my walls trying to tighten around the thick phallus stretching me to capacity. I could feel the all familiar wave on its way with every slow tortured push he made inside me.