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”Have you ever thought about having a threesome?”
Nora, who had just made the mistake of lifting a can of purified water to her lips, nearly choked on the cool liquid.
“E-excuse me?” she rasped when she was done coughing and pounding her chest while Hancock pat her back.
“Not to pry in your personal life – alright, maybe a little – but I was just wondering. Not a crime, is it?” He flashed his trademark wide grin full of teeth and winked to Nora when she glared at him.
“You nearly caused me to choke on water, and goddamn purified water, at that!” That stuff didn’t grow on the trees!
Hancock waved a hand dismissively.
“But I was here to save you, sister. I think that means you owe me one.” He leaned back in the couch, arms draped over the torn back, and looked at Nora expectantly. She held the glare for some seconds before realizing that Hancock would not back down. Asshole.
Nora sighed deeply, then slumped beside Hancock and reached for a canister of Jet. She took a deep inhale and stared out in front of her before handing it to Hancock.
“I have.”
Hancock grinned wide enough that Nora was nervous his jaws might split.
“Who gets to be the lucky third wheel?”
Here, Nora blushed slightly and rubbed the back of her neck.
“Edward.”
“Deegan?”
“Who else do we both know that’s named Edward?”
Hancock looked thoughtful for a moment before agreeing.
“So, you like big scary bodyguards?” he practically purred and leaned closer, stroking her upper arm with his right hand. Nora shivered lightly and nodded, her blush intensifying.
Hancock chuckled and made a sweeping motion that landed him in Nora’s lap where he immediately started mouthing at her neck. She let out a soft sigh and tilted her head invitingly. God, she loved his thin, rough lips. The things they did to her.
“What does he do?” he asked in a low, raspy voice, ghosting his lips over her warm skin before nibbling firmly. Nora gasped and moaned softly and closed her eyes.
“H-He’s in front of me,” she answered, “shoving me to my knees-“ here Hancock growled pleased and bit down on Nora’s throat, which elicited a sharp inhale of air, “and he forces himself in my mouth, down my throat,” Hancock grabbed her shoulders tightly, almost too tight, and pressed insistently against her, and she could feel his dick growing hard, “and without a care for my wellbeing, he fucks my throat sore until he cums,” she finished and whimpered when Hancock sucked harshly on the sensitive skin, making sure to leave a mark.
“I’ll write him right away,” he promised with a growl and pushed Nora unto her back on the couch.
‘Right away’ meaning after he was done claiming her, of course.
Nora sauntered up behind him as he sat by his desk in the Old State House. He was working on the letter to Edward.
“You know,” he began as Nora wrapped her arms around his neck, and he kissed one gently, “I know another ghoul bodyguard. Or, he's a bouncer, actually. Size of a Super Mutant, I tell you, and about just as gentle.”
Nora rolled her eyes and leant her cheek against Hancock’s, reading what he had already written. It sounded quite good, actually. Not vulgar – well, not too vulgar – and quite nonchalant.
“Yeah, sure, let him join, too,” she snorted and kissed Hancock’s shoulder.
“Consider it done.”
“I was kidding!”
“No taking it back.”
Before she managed to protest or snatch the letter away, Hancock had added a small P.S.: ‘There will be one other ghoul beside us. I trust it is not a problem.’
Nora was utterly flustered when they met up with Edward. He looked like himself, except he wasn’t wearing armor. Instead, he was wearing casual clothes that showed off his muscular figure. Nora couldn’t help looking him up and down – it was something else to see him without protection.
“So,” he started and gestured for them to sit on the couch in the living room of the Cabot house, “a threesome with you two, and me?”
“Foursome,” Hancock corrected, and it didn’t slip past Nora how firm his grip on her shoulder was as he sat beside her, “Charon will be there as well.”
Edward’s face twitched lightly, as if he was wrinkling his nose.
“Ahh, yeah. The bouncer. From DC?”
Hancock nodded, and they kept talking for some time while Nora didn’t really listen. She was too busy thinking about what might happen when Charon showed up. What did he look like? Was he any different from Edward and Hancock, appearance-wise? What was he like? As a bouncer, he had to be pretty assertive and strong. The mere thought sent a chill down her spine and she glanced at Edward who chose just that moment to let out a hearty laugh.
The sound bubbled out of his chest so easily and it made Nora’s knees weak. She smiled widely and leaned her cheek against Hancock’s shoulder, and made a content sound when he pulled her closer.
“I’ll need to see this Charon before I make my final decision,” Edward stated and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. Hancock nodded.
“Of course, I understand that. But I’m sure you’ll like him. You too, kitten,” he added and pressed a kiss to her hair just as a sharp, hard knock came from the entrance.
The ghouls exchanged looks before turning their gaze to a now frozen, wide-eyed Nora.
“I’ll open,” Hancock offered and gently pushed Nora off so he could get up and to the door.
They heard it open, and then two voices. Hancock’s gravelly, raspy one, and then a new one. Deeper, harder. Definitely more assertive. A shiver ran through Nora’s body and she glanced over at Edward who looked back at her before throwing his head lightly to the side, a silent gesture to come over.
Nora’s heart seemed to skip a beat, and she obeyed, ending up standing awkwardly in front of Edward and looking down on him. He looked back up at her and smiled warmly before lifting his hands to her hips and pulling her on his lap. She gasped softly and blushed profusely, but wrapped her arms around his neck as if they had done this plenty of times.
“So, you like me, huh?” His voice was a rumble deep in his chest, and his hands moved up and down Nora’s sides slowly, feeling her figure and sending goosebumps in wake of his fingers. Nora nodded sheepishly and let her fingers rub the back of his neck. He made a low, pleased sound, and when he closed his eyes, she dared leaning closer until their lips were barely touching.
“I’ve fantasized about you fucking my throat,” she whispered, and her voice sounded much more alluring than she had ever thought it could. And it seemed to work, if the sharp intake of air was anything to go by.
“Forcing me to my knees,” she continued, and for every word she got more confident, and whenever Edward made a sound, she grew more daring and, most importantly, more aroused.
“I’ve dreamt about your rough fingers in my hair, the way you tug harshly to let me know who’s in contr-“ the last of the word was broken off by a sharp moan as Edward grabbed a fistful of her long, red hair and tugged harshly backwards, making her crane her neck.
“Like that?” he growled, and Nora shuddered, her eyes closing.
“God, yes.” She could feel the bulge in his pants and rubbed lightly against it by rolling her hips, and Edward gasped and bucked his hips upwards in search of friction.
“Not to spoil the party, guys, but our final guest has arrived.”
The moment Hancock started speaking, Nora’s heart accelerated and she purposefully hesitated a few seconds before opening her eyes and turning her head towards the voice.
When Hancock had said that Charon had the size of a Super Mutant, he was only exaggerating a little. Charon was, with no competition, the biggest ghoul she had ever seen. Standing at least six feet tall, he wasn’t only intimidating by size, but also appearance. His skin differed greatly from the ghouls she had seen in the ‘Wealth. Charon’s skin was much scalier, and big flakes of skin were missing on his neck, inviting to a good view of the tendons and flesh. His lips were more prominent and he had more nose than the local ghouls. His eyes were milky white – was he blind? – and he actually had hair. Very little of it, and it was thin and wispy.
As if all of this wasn’t intimidating enough, a monster of a shotgun was holstered across his back, and with the armor he wore, it was amazing neither Nora nor Edward had heard him approach.
Neither of them said anything for what was probably just seconds, but felt like minutes.
Charon looked fucking terrifying! Not because he was a different ghoul, but because of his expression. His eyes were hard and intense despite the whiteness, and his lips were pressed together in a taut line, giving him an aggressive appearance. His hands – holy shit, the size – were clenched lightly in fists alongside his body.
Nora didn’t doubt for a second that he was an outstanding bouncer, even among ghouls.
When no one seemed to take initiative, Hancock gestured for Charon to sit down on the couch opposite Nora and Edward who quickly separated.
“Charon,” he began and motioned towards Nora and Edward as he presented them. They both nodded and smiled. Charon nodded back. Not the very vocal type, it seemed.
“Charon is a bit of a special case. He’s under a contract, you see, and it just so happens that I’m holding it at the moment.” He reached into a pocket of his coat and withdrew a piece of paper with some writing on it. “This means that whatever I order him to do, he will do.”
“Quite the power,” Nora chuckled and glanced at Charon who returned the look with mild interest. The small hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
“Indeed,” Hancock agreed with a grin and placed a hand on the bigger ghoul’s knee. He didn’t protest. “Nora, sunshine, give me your hand.” She did as asked and Hancock handed over the paper.
“For tonight, you’re his owner. But be careful what you wish for.” As he uttered the last sentence, Hancock’s eyes momentarily shone stronger than normally and there was an almost animalistic glint in them that knocked the air out of Nora.
She slowly got up and walked towards the two ghouls in the couch, blushing when all eyes in the room were on her. She ended up in front of Charon and looked down at him as he looked up.
“You really have to do everything I say?”
“Yes.”
“Even if you don’t like it?”
Yes,” he repeated without batting an eye.
Nora nodded and glanced at Hancock who waved his hand and lounged back in the couch, one arm over the back and the other over the armrest.
“Then… Then I order you to only do what you want and like.” It felt weird, giving an order like that. She was used to ordering Hancock around in bed, but she knew him, knew his limits and boundaries. This was new and weird, but when Charon nodded, she decided she liked it. It was thrilling, her heart already beating faster.
Nora put a leg on either side of the giant ghoul and sat on his lap. It was awkward at first but when she found a position she could work with, she stroked his neck.
“Take off your armor. Only the top pieces.” And he did. He undid the clasps with skilled fingers – Nora wondered what else he was skilled at – and put the protection aside. Beneath the metal, he was wearing a tank top that showed off his impressive muscles that made Edward look like a vegetable.
Speaking of Edward; a soft groan came from behind her, and Nora turned to look at the man responsible. A wide grin crossed her face; Edward looked positively delirious. Oh yeah, he definitely agreed to this little party.
Nora turned her attention back to Charon and trailed her fingers over the torn skin. In a way, it felt smoother than Hancock’s. It didn’t have the same gauges or grooves.
“How much can you actually feel?” she asked, genuinely curious, and rubbed the sides of his throat gently.
“All of it.”
Nora hummed in response and leaned to press their lips together. She was met with tense and warm lips that didn’t respond, not even after she tried turning it hard.
When she pulled back with a frown, she registered something almost akin to nervousness in his face, and he turned his face lightly away.
“Not used to this kind of thing,” he muttered, “never done anything with a Smoothskin before.”
“Maybe watching will get you in the mood?” Hancock suggested and grabbed one of Nora’s hands to drag her into his lap. She yelped but quickly melted into the familiar touch, the well-known roughness of his hands as they settled on her hips, the way thin lips expertly found hers and started a rough, demanding kiss that had Nora moaning within seconds. Her hands grabbed his shoulders firmly and her eyes fell shut as she leaned into him, loving the warmth he radiated.
“Can’t wait to see what a mess you’ll be tonight, Sunshine,” he growled against her lips and caused her to shudder with a soft gasp, fingers tightening their grip. “We’ll be good to you, do anything you want.”
“Cigarettes?” she breathed shortly, soft enough that only Hancock could hear, and opened her mouth for Hancock’s impatient tongue, and the low growl was all the response she needed.
She was absolutely going to die tonight.
Behind her, Edward got up from his chair and sauntered towards the two lovers on the couch. For a moment, he was torn between paying attention to the woman or to the ghoul bouncer. Heavens know this new, strange person did things to him very few creatures had managed to do.
Finally, he settled on the woman and moved behind her, bending his knees to kiss her throat gently.
She gasped and whined lowly in her throat, tilting her head a bit to allow him access without breaking away from Hancock. The guard made a pleased sound and leaned closer, pressing her more against Hancock as he started kissing the skin firmer and more demanding.
Each sound was like music to his ears, and he soon found himself reaching around to squeeze her breasts firmly, an action that made her moan keenly and push back against him. His lips were every bit as good as she had imagined, and god, the strength in his hands could drive her mad if she wasn’t so sure she had already gone mental.
Out of the corner of her eye, Nora could see Charon watch them intently, and she reached out to stroke his crotch. This earned her a low growl mixed with a gasp, and she shuddered and moaned against Hancock’s lips.
“Come on, big boy,” she whispered to no one in particular, “don’t hold back, show me whatcha got.”
Nora felt a hand the size of a Yao Guai paw tug firmly on her upper arm, yanking her away from the other two ghouls. She whined at the loss but the sound instantly died in her throat when she looked at Charon. His white eyes were intense on her and he was reaching for something by his hip. It turned out to be a handgun.
“Limits?” he asked, and for a fraction of a second, Nora thought she saw hesitation in his face. Then it was gone.
“Try me,” she answered in a breathy voice. She was already trembling, eager for whatever was going to happen.
He nodded and tugged on her arm again, moving her on the floor between his spread legs. The implications made her mouth water and heart to skip a beat. She was already fumbling with his belt when he swatted her hands away.
Nora was about to protest but then one of the rough hands grabbed her jaws and tilted her head up to look him in the eyes.
“Open up,” he growled and a chill raced down her spine as she obeyed, opening her mouth wide. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Hancock and Edward watch intensely, both of them palming themselves through their pants.
Then the cold barrel of the handgun was placed on her tongue, and she jerked a bit, but the hand on her jaw kept her in place. After a few seconds, Charon started sliding the weapon back and forth over her tongue, and while the taste wasn’t exactly pleasant, it wasn’t the worst, either. Gunpowder and oil from countless cleanings, probably.
Nora’s eyes closed slightly as the gun slid in and out of her mouth, and it was only moments later that she found herself licking the barrel with soft, pleased whines.
“Good girl,” Charon whispered roughly and caressed her jaw with a thumb. Nora moaned and arched her back lightly, hands grasping his pants, and she blushed hard when she heard all three ghouls chuckle.
“You’ll be a good girl, won’t you?” he continued and rubbed the cold barrel firmly against her tongue and thrust it further into her mouth, and Nora nodded quickly while leaning closer to Charon, moving a hand to rub his crotch. He grunted and pulled the gun away while his other hand slid into her hair and forcefully dragged Nora to his eye-height, fully ignoring the warning growl from Hancock and yelp from Nora, and crashed his lips against hers.
His lips were now rough and demanding, nothing like the frozen pair she had met earlier, and Nora moaned at the torn texture, leaning heavily into the broad body.
Breaking away for air too soon, Charon rumbled “Strip” and Nora wasn’t late to comply. She did make sure to make a show out of it, though. Slowly removing the jacket, then pulling her shirt over her head while stretching to give the boys a good view. Then she pushed down her pants and kicked them to the side with the other clothes.
Standing in nothing but her bra and panties, Nora suddenly got very self-conscious. Had it only been Hancock, there wouldn’t have been any problems, but there were two other ghouls, one of whom she had fantasized heavily about.
“Come here, sunshine,” Hancock said and reached out an arm, and Nora obeyed. He pulled her unto his lap and kissed her roughly, hungrily, and it made Nora’s knees weak and she melted against him, returning the kiss eagerly.
“Where do you want us, kitten?” he growled against her lips, causing her to moan and shudder and her hands to grip his shoulders tighter.
“I want Edward to fuck my throat sore,” Nora croaked, and the mere thought of Edward’s cock down her throat made her pussy throb with need, “and I want Charon inside me.”
Charon gave a soft grunt and Edward made a pleased sound and started unhooking her bra.
“And me?” Hancock asked in his gravelly voice, a hand moving to stroke her wet pussy through her underwear. She jerked and moaned lowly, instinctively bucking into his hand.
“Y-You,” she whispered, but her voice broke, and she tried again, “you’ll be watching.”
Hancock grinned widely and brought out his knife to cut off the panties, purposefully letting the sharp blade drag across Nora’s thighs to elicit a keen sound.
Charon was over her surprisingly quickly, mouthing her neck wetly and firmly, and the roughness had Nora moaning loudly and hands fist in Hancock’s coat.
“Fuck,” she groaned and arched her back lightly as the monster of a ghoul leant over her, covering her with his broad frame, and she felt so small and cornered, and if it wasn’t the most arousing thing, she didn’t know what was. Being desired by three ghouls, all of them dangerous and capable of murder without blinking an eye, was intoxicating, and Nora pushed back against Charon, and froze when she felt the bulge in his pants.
Well, fuck. She was in big trouble, wasn’t she?
Feeling her tense up, Charon pulled away and Nora turned her head to look at him. Again there was the flicker of nervousness in his face, like he had tried this so many times. Being worked up, then shot down for one reason or another.
“I understand if you changed your mind,” he mumbled, and it sounded so bitter that it almost broke Nora’s heart.
She shook her head and turned around so her back was against Hancock’s chest, and she reached to grab the ghoul’s tank top and pull him close again.
“Never,” Nora promised and kissed him deeply, almost tenderly, almost, and wrapped her legs around his waist in hopes of encouraging him, to show him that she still wanted him. He groaned and eagerly kissed back, tryingly grinding against her, and gave a satisfied sound when Nora moaned.
This kept up for a while until Nora was trembling and squirming under Charon.
“Come on, guys,” Hancock sounded bored, even yawned loudly, though Nora suspected it was just to rile up the others, “she’s not made of glass. Fuck her like you mean it.”
Nora shuddered and arched her back against the bouncer, her hands clutching the soft fabric of his shirt.
Fuck her like you mean it.
She had always had a soft spot for commandeering Hancock, and this was definitely no exception.
“Over the table,” she heard Edward rasp and felt his hand run through her hair, grabbing tightly before letting go again, and he moved to the other side of the table between the chairs and couch.
Charon wasn’t late to comply and picked up Nora like she was a sack of meat, only to gently lower her on her knees unto the table. She trembled and looked up at Edward who had a lit cigarette between his teeth. He loomed over her while Charon’s huge hands pawed at her sides and hips, and the desire in the bodyguard’s eyes drove her closer to insanity.
“You look so pretty,” he rasped and stroked her hair deceptively gentle while his other hand lazily undid his belt, keeping it in his hands as he worked on the pants. Nora swallowed heavily and felt her cheeks burn, from the compliment but also the belt.
She was about to say something, but the words died in her throat as Charon chose just that moment to stroke her wet pussy. She jerked forward, then pushed back with a sharp intake of air followed by a sultry mewl.
“Fuck,” she hissed and instinctively spread her legs to allow Charon better access and better view. He made a pleased sound deep in his chest.
“Pretty indeed,” it came from above her as he slowly pushed in a finger inside, groaning at the feeling, and Nora let out a shaky breath, her head hanging slightly forward. Oh, his fingers were big and rough alright, and her heart almost couldn’t handle the thought of what his dick would be like.
Starting at a steady, gentle pace, Charon soon had two fingers pumping in and out of her, and Nora’s sharp, labored breath had all three ghouls hot and bothered. It didn’t take long before Edward grabbed her hair and kept her head in place, tilting it backwards to force her eyes to meet his as his other hand stroked the prominent bulge in his underwear.
“You’re so filthy,” he snarled and his eyes glistened when a gasp rolled over Nora’s lips and her eyelids fluttered, her hands grabbing the edge of the table tightly, “wanting to be ravished by no less than three ghouls.”
If it was the words or Charon’s third finger pressing inside her wasn’t clear, but a strangled, broken sound left Nora and she shuddered, causing the two guards to moan and Hancock to grin and position himself better, legs spread obscenely wide.
“Just imagine when they cum,” he said, voice dark and heavy with desire, “Charon filling your sweet pussy while Edward forces you to swallow his load, thick and warm down your throat.”
This time, it was definitely the words that had Nora whimpering and writhing, almost on the verge of begging them to just get on with it.
As if she had actually said it out loud, Charon removed his fingers, and while the loss was both a slight relief and a source of displeasure, it was soon replaced by his dick.
If his fingers were big, it was nothing compared to this, and for the briefest second, Nora wondered if it would even fit.
“I’ll go easy on you,” he growled and leant over her to breathe the words into her ear, earning a shaky moan.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, and, in a moment of devil-may-care, added “that’s an order, soldier.”
It seemed to do things to all three of her companions. Charon shuddered and grabbed her hips tighter, Edward inhaled sharply and almost choked on the smoke from his cigarette, and Hancock groaned lowly and started palming himself.
“Yes, mistress.”
Charon started working himself inside Nora who gripped the table hard enough that her knuckles turned white and she grit her teeth hard together. It hurt. He was big, way bigger than Hancock who was already pretty well equipped, and the texture was different as well. The grooves were rougher than Hancock’s and the shaft was littered in deep patches where Hancock’s was mostly covered in heavy ridges and wrinkles.
As if to take her mind off it, Edward tugged her head forward towards his now freed cock, and she moaned lowly.
“Come on, girl, you said you wanted it.” His voice was nothing more than a rumble in his chest, and it only grew darker when Nora touched her tongue to the head glistening with pre-cum.
Charon had stopped his efforts to penetrate her and was instead drawing soothing circles into her skin as she swirled her tongue around the head and took it in her mouth with an obscene moan that caused Edward to shudder and grip her hair tighter with a hiss. His nails dragged across her scalp and she was very sure he was desperately trying not to hurt her.
But that plan failed spectacularly when the lit end of his cigarette got too big and fell unto her shoulder. She hissed in pain, but oh fuck, it was good, and there was a sharp pain when Charon pushed in a bit further.
“Fuck,” Edward cursed and brushed the embers off, starting to pull back, but Nora all but growled “Do it again,” which took Edward completely by surprise. He looked at Hancock as if to say ‘is she being serious?’ and Hancock nodded, a wide grin adorning his face. He had now pulled out his own cock and was stroking it lazily, breathing deeply and every now and then licking his lips.
Edward still hesitated before pressing the cigarette to Nora’s shoulder, and the white-hot, stinging pain made her whimper and writhe, but both ghouls kept a tight grip of her so she couldn’t move away. He applied more pressure and shuddered as the whimper turned into a scream of pain he quickly silenced by shoving his cock into her mouth.
He could feel her gag and one of her hands moved to his hip, gripping tightly as he started thrusting firmly, his hand once again wound tight in the flame red hair. Her labored breath and small choking sounds spurred him on, and soon he had both hands in her hair, forcing her head to stay in place as he rammed his thick cock down her throat.
As if this was all Nora needed to relax enough to let Charon in, the bouncer finally managed to push all the way inside with a loud groan and fingers digging painfully into Nora’s trembling figure. Nora whined around Edward’s cock which only made him thrust harder, forcing his cock deep enough that Nora’s nose met his crotch.
Charon let out a string of curses as he bottomed out, looming over Nora’s small frame, and started grinding firmly against her, eliciting strangled moans with each move.
“God, you’re so filthy, baby,” Hancock growled from his chair and stroked his cock faster, “this eager for two ghouls to have their way with you, that’s pretty disgusting.”
Nora’s breath hitched in her throat and she shuddered hard, rubbing her tongue along the underside of Edward’s cock as it was forced in her mouth and down her throat, completely ignoring the gag reflex.
Edward snuffed out his cigarette in her shoulder, and the cry made him growl and dig his nails painfully into her scalp, his cock throbbing.
“Like the pain, do ya?” he whispered, and his voice had dropped an octave as he looked down at her, holding her face close enough that her nose rubbed against his crotch. Her throat was convulsing wonderfully around his cock, desperate to push out the intruding object, and tears were welling up in her eyes.
She nodded pathetically and licked the cock the best she could until Edward pulled her off to allow her to breathe, and she did, taking in a deep breath that had her coughing. His hand stroked her hair soothingly for a few seconds before he shoved his cock back in her mouth, resuming the rough pace as Charon started a pace of his own.
He pushed deep and hard in and moved slowly out until only the head was inside, then he slammed forward again to bury himself to the hilt, relishing the pained whimpers that rolled over Nora’s lips.
“She loves the pain,” Hancock rasped from his chair, watching them eagerly, “she’s got a thing for being used and shared, loves getting fucked by ghouls.”
“You’re so disgusting,” Charon growled, and if his voice had been dark and low before, it was nothing compared to now. Nora shuddered and moaned loudly around Edward’s cock, her pussy throbbing with arousal, and the way Charon steadily increased the speed had her jerking forward with each move despite his powerful hands on her hips.
“Keep at it, boys.”
Nora was sure she had died and gone to heaven. Two ghouls were fucking her from each end, one burning her with cigarettes and the other humiliating her, while her lover was instructing them? Yeah, dreams were made of that stuff.
She squirmed and whimpered, desperate to have her clit touched, and happily let Edward’s thick cock invade her mouth and throat over and over again, loving how it throbbed, loving the heavy weight on her tongue as she licked the underside, exploring the ruined skin and noticing the differences between him and Hancock.
“Fuck,” Edward grunted and shuddered, his breath leaving his lips in sharp puffs of air, his hips driving aggressively forward to bury his cock completely in the wet warmth of Nora’s throat, “keep this up, and you’ll sorely regret it, babe.”
“You can cum wherever you like,” Hancock said, and his voice sounded a tad more strained, his breath having turned labored as well, “she’s made for this.”
Edward needed no further prompting. Within a few more minutes, his fingers grabbed Nora’s hair tighter and the speed and power of his hips increased, harsh grunts rolling over his lips until he tensed and pulled Nora as close as he could as he came.
He vaguely heard her nearly choke and gag, but the crashing waves of release drowned out everything around him, and there was only him and the convulsing throat that milked him, driving him closer to going feral.
Nora’s eyes fluttered shut and she gulped down the thick, heavy loads with broken whimpers, her body trembling from arousal and the struggle of keeping herself up as both ghouls ploughed into her relentlessly. The sweet pain of Edward’s nails only heightened the arousal as he pulled out with a long, shaky sigh, his thick cock now limp and glistening.
Nora coughed and breathed deeply, her lungs burning when oxygen finally filled them again, and she blushed furiously when Edward grinned and yanked her head harshly back, eliciting a hoarse moan.
“One down, two to go,” he whispered and let go of her hair, stepping to the side. She leaned her head forward against the table and focused solely on Charon and the way his absurdly big cock slammed into her over and over again. It was painful, but in the best of ways. The burning stretch as her pussy struggled to adjust, the texture that stimulated every little spot inside her, the head that repeatedly brushed against her sweet spot, making her gasp and push back against him in mindless need of release.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, and both he and Nora knew there would be plenty of bruises, and he leaned over her, grunting against her ear.
He spoke a litany of filthy things, from “I love how your pussy clenches around me” to “Fucking filthy baby girl” to “Pathetic Smoothskin” until yanking her head back, forcing her to look at Hancock who looked quite disheveled himself.
Charon kept her head like that as he fucked her roughly, his hips smacking against hers with obscene sounds and a plethora of pathetic moans and whimpers left her lips as her eyes locked with Hancock’s.
It was pornographic and inappropriate, and damn if it didn’t feel good.
“Come on, baby,” Hancock whispered between gritted teeth, his voice almost unrecognizably deep and harsh, and stroked himself firmly, “let him cum inside you, take it like the good girl I know you are.”
Nora let out a sound not far from a sob and clenched around Charon, and the reaction was immediate and painful.
The bouncer growled and pulled her hard back against his thrusts, bottoming out with each thrust, and she could feel his cock throb and twitch, and then he tensed, and the following thrusts had her howling in pain that almost overshadowed the immense amounts of pleasure he sent through her.
Charon came with an almost feral snarl and leaned over Nora, crushing her against the table, and moved one hand from her hip to her swollen clit and rubbed it firmly.
“Cum for me, disgusting Smoothskin,” he snarled and bit her throat harshly while working his fingers over her clit.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds to send Nora tumbling over the edge.
The merciless pounding of Charon’s cock heightened the peak and she came with a broken sob that sounded suspiciously much like ‘Charon’, and when her pussy clenched firmly, the ghoul roared loudly and held Nora firm against his hips as he released inside her, growling and snarling from the way she milked him.
When he came down from his high, Charon pulled out with a grunt and Nora winced as the thick head slipped out, letting her juices and his cum seep down her trembling thighs. After a few seconds she allowed herself to move unto her back and stare up at the ceiling.
Her mind was completely and one hundred percent empty. She had never really thought it was possible to actually fuck someone’s brain out, but it seemed like she had to take that back.
“Fucking Christ,” she whispered and let out a breathy laugh, wiping sweat away from her forehead and turned her head to look at the three ghouls. Hancock was eyeing her hungrily as he stroked himself but Edward, much to her surprise, had found interest in Charon. A very specific part of him.
He was on his knees and lapping at Charon’s limp dick, breathing out soft moans and whimpers of his own. The contrast was striking. Not even a full minute ago, Edward had been in control, had the upper hand and did as he liked, and now, he was on his knees like a slave, ready to please his master. Charon looked more than pleased about it, running his hand over the guard’s head and grabbing the back firmly, pulling him further down on his cock, and grinned when Edward choked.
Then Hancock was above her, smiling warmly.
“Hey, Sunshine,” he whispered, and his voice was its usual raspy, gravelly self again. Nora returned the smile and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer and into a passionate kiss.
“You are so amazing,” she murmured and arched her back against his warm, sinewy chest when his cock rubbed against her pussy.
He chuckled, “Should have seen yourself, that was truly the definition of amazing” and moved off, pulling her with him on his lap as he sat in the couch again. She shuddered and let out a pleased sigh, nuzzling her face in his neck and suddenly feeling exhausted, every joint in her body feeling heavy.
Nonetheless, when Hancock lifted her to guide her to his throbbing dick, she moaned and rolled her hips to get him as deep as possible, resting comfortably on his lap. Hancock groaned and tilted his head back, nibbling what little was left of his lower lip, and stroked Nora’s sides and hips gently. His fingers were so soft, but strong, and the touch was oh so familiar, and she loved the way they danced over her warm flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
She loved everything about him, from his stupid pirate appearance to his gravelly voice to his sinewy skin to his bottomless black eyes to the way he never let her get in too much danger to the way he always held her close at night. He was a wholly beautiful being, and how she had ever gotten so lucky as to be together with him, she would never understand.
“I love you,” she whispered and hated how her voice cracked the slightest bit, but Hancock didn’t seem to mind, simply smiled warmly and kissed her again, rolling his hips in languid circles.
“I know, Sunshine, I love you too.”
It was sappy and disgustingly sweet, but it was so very perfect, the way Hancock held her close and fucked her deep and hard, with low grunts and snarls rumbling deep within his chest, and it didn’t take long before Nora was riled up and ready to go again.
“That’s it, baby,” she moaned and closed her eyes, riding Hancock firmly and rolling her hips tantalizingly.
The way his lips parted to free rough moans and sighs was intoxicating and Nora was sure she could survive on this alone, food and water be damned. She couldn’t help but watch him as his face contorted in the most beautiful of ways, how his face scrunched up when she made a particularly good move. He was absolutely gorgeous, and she made sure to say it every day, because damn it, he deserved to know!
“You’re so gorgeous,” she praised, and Hancock whimpered softly and bucked up sharply and without control, causing Nora to gasp and clench around him.
After a few more minutes like that, Hancock withdrew his knife and held it to Nora’s throat, earning him another soft gasp and a beautiful “O-Oh”. She blushed heavily and tilted her head back to expose more of her throat, and Hancock wasn’t late in letting the blade dance across it. She trembled and mewled desperately when he broke the skin, his extreme skills making sure it wouldn’t damage her. Much.
She let out a long, shaky sigh of pleasure when he did it again, this time a deeper cut that allowed the blood to trail down her throat and chest. Somewhere behind them, a muffled orchestra of grunts and moans could be heard, and Charon’s harsh voice could be heard praising Edward over and over again which only served to increase the amount of whimpers.
Hancock swiped a few fingers through the blood and rubbed it over Nora’s throat, relishing the hoarse whine it elicited.
“More,” she whispered and clenched around Hancock while rolling her hips a tad faster, spurring him on, and he obeyed, pressing the knife harder against the flesh before dragging slowly down, Nora’s beautiful sounds nearly causing him to tumble over the edge.
Blood now flowed freely and she was trembling from excitement, loving the tickling sensation, but even more so loving it when Hancock leaned to suck on the cuts, lapping up the blood and swiping his tongue over the skin to smother the blood everywhere. It made her curse and buck her hips, her clit once more throbbing and begging for attention as Hancock fucked her roughly and oh so good.
Hancock pushed her on her back and continued his relentless pace while one hand kept the knife steady just under her chin and the other moved down to brush her clit ever so lightly. She whimpered and arched against him to try and get more, but he chuckled darkly and did it again, touching so lightly it made tears of frustration well up in her eyes.
“You want to cum, baby?”
“P-please,” she whimpered, and her voice was feeble and a mere shadow of its usual self.
Hancock shuddered and licked his lips, fingers stroking her clit agonizingly slowly and lightly, and oh if the way she writhed and squirmed wasn’t the most perfect sight.
“Who owns you, Sunshine, who do you belong to?” The words were harsh of nature but his voice held all the love and care in the world, promising that he would never make her a slave but always hold her as his equal.
“You do,” she answered faintly and arched her back against Hancock, fingers curling tightly in his coat, “I’m only y-yours.”
“That’s my girl.”
He rubbed her clit gently, then firmly, in small circles and it was all that Nora needed to cum with a loud moan followed by a hoarse whimper. Everything around her vanished, and there was only her and Hancock, pressed together like their lives depended on it, and her mind went blissfully numb and empty, a chaos of white noise as the coil in her lower stomach came undone and relief washed over her in crashing waves, causing her to slump back against the couch.
She only vaguely registered Hancock releasing inside her and with her name on his ruined lips as he held her close. Somewhere along the way, the knife had cluttered to the floor and Hancock’s face was buried in Nora’s neck.
Slowly catching their breath and coming down from their high, they separated. Nora pushed the sweaty hair away from her forehead and closed her eyes, letting out a deep, long sigh.
“I have said it before, and I’ll say it again; you’re too fucking amazing,” she slurred out, exhaustion once again taking a firm hold of her, a wide smile on her lips.
Hancock laughed, a hearty sound from his throat, and got up, stretching and groaning when the bones popped.
On the floor behind the couch, Charon and Edward had gotten to know each other very well and was currently catching their breaths as well, Charon on top and Edward with a stupidly happy smile on his face.
He looked up at Hancock when he felt the eyes on him.
“How much for the contract?”
“Regular visits from both of you,” Nora said before Hancock had a chance to open his mouth.
“Deal.”