Chapter 5: The Offering
The hallway was dim, the only light spilling from the crack under Chris’s door. Bambi’s breath hitched as she crawled on all fours, her knees pressing into the cool hardwood floor. Her heart pounded in her ears, each beat a drumroll of anticipation. She could hear the faint hum of music from behind the door, bass-heavy and throbbing, like the pulse of the apartment itself. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the doorknob, but before she could turn it, the door swung open.
Chris stood there, shirtless, his broad chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes, dark and predatory, locked onto hers. His cock was already hard, jutting out from his hips, thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He smirked, a cruel twist of his lips, and yanked her up by her hair. Bambi gasped, her scalp stinging, but she didn’t resist. Her legs instinctively hooked around his waist as he slammed her against the wall, the impact knocking the air from her lungs.
“You came back for more, you filthy little cocksleeve?” he growled, his voice low and rough. His breath was hot against her neck, smelling of whiskey and cigarettes. Bambi whimpered, her body already betraying her, her hips grinding against his. She could feel the heat of him, the sheer size of him, and it made her wetter than she wanted to admit.
Chris didn’t wait. He shoved her panties aside with one hand, his fingers roughly probing her entrance. She was dripping, her body already welcoming him, and he let out a dark chuckle. “Fuck, you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? You love this shit, don’t you, Bambi? Love being my little slut?”
Bambi nodded, her voice a breathless whisper. “Yes, yes, I love it. Please, Chris, I need you.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock stretching her to the limit. Bambi cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to fuck her with relentless, punishing strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with her moans and his grunts.
Chris’s grip on her hips was bruising, his fingers leaving marks as he pounded into her. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “God, I love the way you take my cock, Bambi. You’re such a good little slut for me.”
Bambi’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein, and it was overwhelming. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars.
From the shadows of the hallway, Elia watched, their breath caught in their throat. They had followed Bambi, unable to resist the pull of their own curiosity, their own desire. Seeing Bambi like this, so submissive, so wanton, stirred something deep within them. Elia’s hand crept between their legs, their fingers sliding beneath their waistband as they watched Chris fuck Bambi with a raw, animalistic intensity.
Chris’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. “You’re gonna take every drop, aren’t you, Bambi? You’re gonna let me fill you up like the dirty little whore you are.”
Bambi nodded frantically, her nails raking down his back. “Yes, yes, please, Chris, I want it. I want all of it.”
With a final, deep thrust, Chris came, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled his seed. Bambi cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her as she clenched around him, milking every last drop. Chris held her there for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers, both of them breathless and trembling.
As he pulled out, Bambi slid down the wall, her legs too weak to support her. Chris looked down at her, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Good girl,” he said, his voice soft but laced with possessiveness. He grabbed a towel from the bed and tossed it to her before turning away, leaving her there on the floor, spent and trembling.
Elia’s heart raced as they slipped back into their own room, their fingers still slick with their own arousal. They sat on the edge of the bed, their mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Jealousy, desire, confusion—it all swirled together, leaving them feeling raw and exposed. They could still hear Bambi’s moans echoing in their ears, the image of Chris’s cock buried deep inside her burned into their mind.
Bambi crawled back into their room a few minutes later, her face flushed, her hair a mess. She didn’t say anything, just climbed into bed beside Elia, her body still trembling. Elia wrapped their arms around her, holding her close, but their mind was elsewhere. They couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, something irreversible.
And as they lay there in the dark, the sound of Chris’s music still thrumming through the walls, Elia couldn’t help but wonder if they were missing something too. Something big. Something primal. Something they weren’t sure they were ready to face.
Something they weren’t sure they were ready to face. The scent of Chris’s cologne clung to Bambi’s skin, mingling with the musk of sex and sweat, a pungent reminder Elia couldn’t escape. Bambi slept deeply beside them, exhausted, her breathing soft and even. Elia stared at the ceiling, the rhythmic thump of Chris’s bass vibrating through the wall, each beat echoing the frantic pulse between their own thighs.
Hours bled into the grey pre-dawn. Restlessness gnawed at Elia, a physical ache mirroring the turmoil inside. Images flashed: Chris’s thick cock glistening, Bambi’s tear-streaked face whispering ‘I liked it’, the brutal sounds of flesh pounding flesh. Their hand slid beneath the waistband of their sleep shorts, fingers finding slick heat. A choked gasp escaped their lips, muffled by the pillow. They pictured Chris’s hands, large and rough, not Bambi’s gentle touch.
The need became unbearable, a sharp, demanding throb. Elia slipped silently from the bed, leaving Bambi dreaming. The hallway was cold, silent now except for the hum of the refrigerator. They paused outside Chris’s door, hand hovering over the knob. Their heart hammered against their ribs like a trapped bird. Taking a ragged breath, they turned the handle and pushed the door open.
Chris lay sprawled naked on his back across the rumpled sheets, the dim light from the streetlamp outside casting long shadows. His cock, thick and heavy even flaccid, rested on his thigh. He stirred, blinking awake, his eyes sharpening instantly in the gloom. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face as he saw Elia silhouetted in the doorway. "Couldn't sleep, princess?" he rumbled, voice thick with sleep and amusement. "Or did you finally decide you wanna see what all the fuss is about?"
Elia’s throat tightened. They stepped inside, closing the door softly behind them. The air was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and Chris. "Shut up," they whispered, voice trembling despite the attempt at defiance. Their gaze was locked on his groin, watching as his cock began to stir, thickening rapidly under their scrutiny. Heat flooded their face, but they couldn't look away.
Chris chuckled, low and dark. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, making no move to cover himself. "Look at you," he murmured, his eyes raking over Elia’s slim frame clad only in thin shorts and a tank top. "All that colorful hair and ink... pretending you don't want this." He reached down, wrapping his large hand around his hardening shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. "Come here."
The command vibrated through Elia. Their legs moved stiffly, carrying them to the edge of the bed. Chris’s presence was overwhelming, his sheer physicality radiating heat. He reached out, his rough fingers catching Elia’s wrist, pulling them closer. "Touch it," he ordered, guiding Elia’s trembling hand towards his cock. "Feel what your Bambi can't get enough of."
Elia’s fingertips brushed the hot, velvety skin. It was impossibly thick, pulsing with life beneath their touch. A whimper escaped them as their fingers closed tentatively around the shaft. The heat was intense, the texture smooth yet veined. Chris groaned, a deep rumble in his chest. "Yeah, that's it. Get a good fucking feel." He released their wrist, letting them explore. Elia’s other hand instinctively went to their own crotch, pressing hard against the ache building there.
"Fuck, look at you," Chris breathed, watching Elia’s hesitant exploration. He shifted, sitting up fully. "Take those fucking shorts off." His voice left no room for argument. Elia’s fingers fumbled with the tie, pushing the shorts down their hips until they pooled at their ankles. Chris’s gaze burned over their exposed cunt, already glistening. "Wetter than Bambi was," he observed crudely. "Knew you were a little cock-hungry slut underneath all that."
Before Elia could react, Chris grabbed their hips and yanked them forward, forcing them to straddle his thighs. His cock stood rigid between them, nudging against Elia’s slick folds. "You want it?" he growled, his hands gripping their ass, fingers digging in. "Tell me you want this fat cock splitting you open."
Elia’s breath hitched. The proximity was dizzying, the heat radiating from him, the sheer size of him pressing against their entrance. All resistance crumbled. "Yes," they gasped, the word tearing from their throat. "Fuck me, Chris. Please."
"Good girl," he snarled. He didn't guide himself; he simply lifted his hips sharply, driving the thick, blunt head into Elia’s tight opening. Elia cried out, a sharp sound of shock and intense sensation as their body stretched impossibly wide. Chris grunted, his fingers tightening on their ass as he pushed deeper, inch by agonizing, exquisite inch. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned. "Tighter than Bambi. Feels fucking amazing."
He bottomed out, his hips flush against Elia’s ass, his cock buried to the hilt inside them. Elia gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer fullness, the burning stretch, the undeniable sense of being claimed. They could feel every ridge, every throb deep within their core. Chris held them there for a moment, letting them adjust, his dark eyes locked on theirs. "Feel that?" he rasped. "Feel how deep I am? That's my cock owning you."
Then he moved. He pulled back slowly, dragging his thick shaft almost entirely out, making Elia whine at the loss, before slamming back in with brutal force. Elia’s head snapped back, a guttural moan ripped from their lips. Chris set a relentless, pounding rhythm, his hips pistoning, driving into them with deep, wet thrusts that shook the bed frame. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, loud and obscene. "Take it!" he commanded, his voice rough. "Take every fucking inch, you pretty little freak."
Elia clung to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. The pain of the stretch melted into a torrent of raw, shocking pleasure. Each deep thrust hit a spot inside them they didn't know existed, sending jolts of electricity through their core. Their moans became continuous, high-pitched and desperate, mingling with Chris’s guttural grunts. "Oh god... oh fuck... Chris!" Elia babbled, lost in the sensation of being utterly filled, fucked hard and deep.
"Yeah, scream for it," Chris growled, increasing his pace, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more frantic. Sweat slicked both their bodies. He reached between them, his thumb finding Elia’s swollen clit and rubbing hard, fast circles. "Come on my cock, slut. Come hard." The dual assault was too much. Elia’s back arched violently as their orgasm detonated, a blinding white wave crashing over them. Their cunt clenched viscously around Chris’s buried cock, milking him.
"Fuck! Fuck yes!" Chris roared, his own control shattering. He slammed into them one last time, hilting himself as deep as possible, and held them there. His cock pulsed violently inside Elia’s convulsing channel, thick ropes of cum flooding their depths. Elia felt the hot spill, the pulsing throb deep within, and moaned weakly, their own climax prolonged by the sensation of being filled.
They slumped forward against Chris’s chest, both breathing raggedly, slick with sweat. Chris kept them impaled, his softening cock still nestled inside, his hands roaming possessively over Elia’s back. "Fucking hell," he breathed, a note of genuine awe in his voice. "Didn't know you had that in you." Elia couldn't speak, trembling violently in the aftermath, the scent of sex and Chris overwhelming.
A soft sound came from the doorway. Elia’s head snapped up. Bambi stood there, silhouetted against the dim hallway light, her eyes wide and dark, fixed on where Chris and Elia were still joined. Her face was unreadable, pale in the gloom. She didn't move, didn't speak. She just watched, her breathing shallow. Chris followed Elia’s gaze. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he locked eyes with Bambi over Elia’s shoulder. His hands tightened on Elia’s hips, holding them firmly in place on his lap, his softening cock still inside them. The ornate mirror above the bed reflected the frozen tableau: Elia’s stunned expression, Chris’s satisfied smirk, and Bambi’s silent, intense stare from the doorway. Chris’s voice, low and thick with promise, broke the silence. "See something you like, Bambi?"
Bambi didn’t flinch. Her eyes stayed locked on the slick mess where Chris’s cock was still half-buried inside Elia. "Always liked watching," she murmured, her voice hoarse. She stepped fully into the room, letting the door click shut behind her. The scent of sex – sweat, musk, Chris’s cologne, Elia’s arousal – hit her like a physical blow.
Elia tensed violently, trying to pull away, but Chris’s hands clamped like iron on their hips. "Stay put," he ordered, his voice rough. His gaze never left Bambi, tracking her slow approach. "Heard everything, didn't you? Through the wall?" He shifted, deliberately grinding his softening shaft deeper, making Elia gasp. "Heard how much your girlfriend loves getting split open. How loud she screamed."
"I heard." Bambi stopped inches from the bed. Her hand lifted, trembling faintly, not towards Elia, but towards Chris’s thick thigh, slick with their combined fluids. "Sounded... bigger." Her fingers brushed his skin, leaving a faint smear.
Chris chuckled, low and dark. "You wanna find out for sure, little mouse?" He released one hand from Elia’s hip, reaching out to hook a finger into the waistband of Bambi’s thin sleep shorts. "Still wet? From listening?" He gave a sharp tug. The flimsy fabric tore, pooling around her ankles. Bambi gasped, exposure warring with the rush of heat flooding her cheeks and lower. Her bare cunt glistened, visibly swollen.
"Fuck, look at her," Chris muttered, his eyes raking over Bambi’s exposed pussy. He reached out, not gently, parting her slick folds with two thick fingers. Bambi moaned, low and needy, her hips jerking forward instinctively. "Soaked. Filthy little voyeur." He pushed one finger deep inside her, curling it. "You get off on hearing your girlfriend get fucked? On imagining this cock stuffing her full?"
"Y-yes," Bambi choked out, her legs trembling as he added a second finger, stretching her. Her gaze flickered to Elia’s stunned face. "I liked hearing her... I liked imagining you... filling her."
Elia made a strangled sound. "Bambi, I—"
"Shut it," Chris snapped, eyes still on Bambi. He pumped his fingers in and out of her with wet, squelching sounds. "You wanna see it again? Up close? Wanna watch me wreck her pretty little cunt while you sit on my face?" He withdrew his fingers, glistening. "Suck them clean."
Bambi didn't hesitate. She leaned down, taking his fingers deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, moaning at the taste of herself mixed with Elia’s essence. Chris groaned, watching her. "Good fucking girl." He pulled his fingers free with a pop. "Now climb up here. Ride my mouth. Let Elia see how messy you get."
Bambi scrambled onto the bed, knees straddling Chris’s shoulders. Elia was still pinned in his lap, Chris’s cock a heavy, softening weight inside them. Bambi lowered herself, grinding her dripping cunt directly over Chris’s face. He buried his tongue in her without preamble, a deep, invasive thrust that made her cry out. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her wide, holding her down as he ate her with loud, sloppy ferocity.
"Fuck!" Bambi shrieked, her hands flying to Chris’s hair, yanking hard. "Oh god, yes! Eat my pussy! Fuck! Like that!" Her hips bucked wildly against his mouth. The sounds were obscene – wet sucking, grunts, Bambi’s high-pitched keening.
Elia watched, frozen, arousal warring with shock. They could feel Chris’s tongue working Bambi just inches away, hear Bambi’s desperate cries. They could still feel the thick aftermath of Chris inside them, the ache, the weird, possessive satisfaction of it. Seeing Bambi unravel like this, so wanton under Chris’s mouth, knowing they had started this chain reaction, sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to their core.
Chris pulled back slightly, lips and chin slick. "Look at her, Elia," he commanded, his voice muffled against Bambi’s flesh. He gave Bambi’s clit a sharp suck. "Look at your pretty girlfriend. See how fucking desperate she is? How she begs for it?" Bambi whined, grinding harder. "She loves my tongue fucking her. Loves being used. Almost as much as she loved my cock slamming into her against the wall earlier."
He shifted his hips beneath Elia, a deliberate nudge of his half-hard cock that made them gasp. "Feeling me get hard again, princess?" he murmured against Bambi’s skin. "Feeling what watching Bambi squirm on my face does to me?" He was indeed thickening, swelling once more inside Elia’s still-sensitive channel. The renewed fullness was startling, intense. Elia whimpered, their hips shifting unconsciously.
"Keep fucking me with your mouth," Bambi demanded, grinding down on Chris’s face, her eyes half-lidded, fixed on Elia. "Make me cum while she feels you get hard inside her."
Chris obeyed, diving back in with renewed vigor. Bambi’s moans climbed higher, more frantic. Her thighs clamped around his head. "Yes! Fuck! Right there! Oh god, I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum all over your face!" Her body went rigid, then shuddered violently. A guttural scream ripped from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. Chris held her firmly, lapping at her convulsing cunt until she finally slumped, trembling.
He gave her clit one final, brutal suck before letting her collapse sideways onto the bed beside them, panting, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling. Chris wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze locking back onto Elia. His cock was fully hard again now, pulsing hot and insistent inside them.
"Your turn," he growled, his hands gripping Elia’s hips hard enough to bruise. "Time to really feel what you asked for." He began to move, pulling back slowly, dragging his thick shaft through their tight, swollen channel, then plunging back in with a sharp, deep thrust that punched the air from Elia’s lungs. "Fuck, still so goddamn tight," he groaned. "Squeezing my cock like a greedy little vice."
The rhythm started slow, deliberate, each powerful thrust bottoming out deep inside, grinding against spots that made Elia see sparks. "Look at her," Chris commanded, nodding towards Bambi, who was watching them through heavy-lidded eyes, one hand idly stroking her own stomach. "Look at Bambi. See how much she loves watching me fuck her girlfriend? How she’s getting wet again just from this?" He snapped his hips hard, making Elia cry out. "Tell her how good it feels. Tell her how deep my cock is."
Elia’s head fell back. Words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered. "So deep... Bambi... oh god... he’s so fucking big... fills me up... stretches me..." Each word was punctuated by Chris’s relentless drive. Bambi moaned softly in response, her hand drifting lower.
"Yeah, tell her," Chris encouraged, his pace quickening, the bed rocking harder. The wet slap of his balls against Elia’s ass echoed in the room. "Tell her you love being my slut. That you love feeling my cum deep inside you." His thrusts became harder, faster, brutal. Elia clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, babbling incoherently. "Say it! Say you love taking my fucking cock!"
"I love it!" Elia screamed, the admission ripped out by a particularly savage thrust. "I love... your cock! Fuck me! Harder! Bambi... look at him fuck me!"
Chris roared, burying himself impossibly deep. Elia felt his cock swell, pulse, then erupt, a scalding flood filling them, triggering their own shattering climax with shocking intensity. They convulsed around him, a silent scream on their lips, body arching violently. He held them locked together, grinding his hips as he pumped his release deep inside.
Silence descended, broken only by ragged breathing. Chris finally eased Elia off, letting them collapse bonelessly onto the rumpled sheets beside Bambi. Sweat slicked all three bodies. The scent of sex was overpowering, thick and primal. Chris lay back, one arm flung over his eyes, his chest heaving.
Bambi turned her head, looking at Elia. Her eyes were dark, unreadable. Slowly, she reached out, her fingers tracing a sticky trail of Chris’s cum leaking from Elia’s battered cunt onto the sheet. She brought her fingers to her lips, tasting it. Elia watched, breath catching, their body still trembling with aftershocks. A small, almost defiant smile touched Bambi’s lips. She shifted closer, pressing her damp body against Elia’s side, her head resting on their shoulder. Her gaze lifted, meeting Chris’s hooded stare over Elia’s body. Outside, the city’s early morning rumble began, a counterpoint to the heavy silence in the room thick with spent lust and unspoken questions.