Chapter 4: Virgin Holes Claimed
Raven’s whispered promise hung in the incense-heavy air, a threat and a promise woven together. Before Abigail or Codi could even process the meaning, strong hands were on them again, flipping them onto their stomachs with practiced ease. The black silk sheets were cool against their flushed cheeks.
Raven’s knee pressed into the small of Abigail’s back, holding her down. She felt the rough tug of her panties being yanked down to her thighs, then the cool, damp air of the room against her most intimate skin. She was completely exposed, her untouched pussy glistening with a betrayal her body had committed without her mind's consent.
“Look at that,” Raven growled, her voice dripping with contemptuous approval. “Already dripping for it, you little slut.”
Abigail squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face in the bed. She heard a similar, wet sound beside her and Codi’s sharp, involuntary gasp.
“Don’t hide from me,” Raven commanded, grabbing a handful of Abigail’s hair and pulling her head back. “You watch what you take.”
From this angle, Abigail could see Lilith positioned behind Codi, one hand spreading Codi’s ample asscheeks apart, the other guiding the thick, purple head of her cock against Codi’s tight, quivering entrance.
Raven leaned over Abigail, her own massive erection pressing against her folds. The heat of it was terrifying. She spat, a thick glob of saliva landing directly on Abigail’s hole. The cold shock of it made Abigail jolt.
“This is all the lube you get,” Raven hissed.
Then she drove forward.
There was no gentle easing, no slow accommodation. It was one brutal, shearing thrust that buried her entire monstrous length inside in a single, tearing motion. A scream was ripped from Abigail’s lungs, a raw, animal sound of pain and shocking fullness. Her vision spotted. Her fingers clawed at the silk.
“Fuck! So fucking tight!” Raven roared, her body going rigid above her.
Beside them, Codi was experiencing the same violent claiming. Lilith’s thrust was just as merciless, punching a choked wail from Codi’s throat. Lilith leaned over her, her tattooed arms caging Codi in, her mouth near her ear. “There it is. All of me. You feel that, you dumb bitch? That’s what you needed.”
And then they began to move.
The room filled with the sound of it—a wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh, a brutal counterpoint to the girls’ ragged cries and the goths’ guttural grunts. Raven’s hips hammered into Abigail’s jiggling ass, each impact sending shockwaves through her body. Her large breasts swayed and bounced with the force of the pounding.
“Take it, you book-smart whore,” Raven barked, her hand coming down hard on Abigail’s asscheek, leaving a stinging red handprint. “Your brains are just slop now. You’re just a set of holes.”
Abigail’s mind had indeed dissolved. The searing stretch was already mutating, the sharp pain blurring into a deep, internal friction that ignited nerves she never knew existed. Her moans became continuous, drool leaking from her slack mouth to soak the sheets beneath her. She was just a body, being used, a vessel for Raven’s relentless pleasure.
Lilith was fucking Codi with the same punishing rhythm, her grip on Codi’s hips sure and strong. “Yeah, moan for me, you naive little pig. This is the only street smarts that matters. How to take a real cock.”
Codi’s responses were reduced to helpless, high-pitched squeaks and grunts with every driving thrust. Her body, like Abigail’s, was a symphony of involuntary movement—ass clapping, tits shaking, a complete surrender to the physical onslaught.
The pace intensified, the slapping sounds becoming faster, wetter, more frantic. Raven’s breath was a hot, ragged storm on Abigail’s back. “Gonna paint that pretty face again. Gonna mark what’s mine.”
With a final, deep, grinding thrust that made Abigail see stars, Raven stilled, a raw, shuddering groan tearing from her chest. She pulled out, her slick cock springing free.
At the same moment, Lilith did the same, withdrawing from a whimpering Codi.
They rolled the nerds onto their backs. Dazed, glazed-eyed, and utterly wrecked, Abigail and Codi looked up. Raven and Lilith stood over them, their cocks still impossibly hard, glistening and twitching. They stroked themselves roughly, and with twin groans, fresh, hot ropes of cum shot out, splattering across their faces—over their noses, their cheeks, their slack mouths, and their fogged, filthy glasses.
Raven looked down at her handiwork, at Abigail’s cum-streaked, tear-stained face. She smeared a thumb through the mess on Abigail’s lips.
“Still hungry for more, aren’t you?” she panted, her green eyes burning with undiminished fire. “We’re just getting started.”