Horny Devil finale (Patreon)

Kitty’s glazed eyes swung back to the twisting coupling of Kurt and Rogue. As hot as it made her to see how Jean was eating her out, she had to see Kurt fuck that bitch. The two were careening into a writhing collision, their lustful fury mounting, building, far beyond any control as their desire for each other finally peaked…

They came together, with hoarse cries of release that sounded like they were right in Kitty’s ears. Then the noise faded away as quickly as it had arrived, Kitty’s mind slipping under the weight of the pleasure Jean was giving her.

Everything, even her lust for Kurt, dissolved into pure sensation, her body nothing but one big mass of appreciative flesh as convulsion after convulsion satisfied her. Kitty felt the power of her climax accelerate towards her, shatteringly near, while at the same time expanding deep inside her… then blotting everything out in a tremendous explosion.

“Gggghhhh!” Kitty grunted audibly, her mind blank, blacked out by pure lust. She bucked forward, her pelvis jamming into Jean’s exhausted face and endlessly animated tongue. Another blasting wave of heat drove through her, traveling with growing speed up to her vulnerable brain. Her head flew back, her mouth shooting open.

“OH GOD! JEAN! JEAN!” she screamed mindlessly, another shockwave from her exploding cunt hitting her, and another, another, until the rolling thunder gathered into a continuous, oppressive ecstasy, covering her lasciviously trembling body.

Kitty opened her lips again, shrieking wildly, oblivious to everything but the lewd feelings inside her that demanded such expression. “I’M COMING! I’M COMING! Aaarrrhh!”

Her screaming seemed to go on forever, echoing through the room, rising and falling, the full-throated release of her rapturous sensations hurling Kitty about, giving her orgasm free rein over her, until a blissful serenity finally descended on her body, wiping away everything but the glowing satisfaction of the unbelievable relief she’d gotten.

Reality intruded with loving brutality, enough to spark her thoroughly satiated lust, like a gust of wind stirring up the glowing embers of a fire. Kitty’s eyes fluttered open and she saw Kurt standing over her, still naked, but now holding a camcorder.

“Hello there, Katzchen. I can see you’ve enjoyed yourself. Your fiancé Piotr might not be too pleased to see just how much fun you’ve had. Is there anything you’d like to say for yourself, on the record of Kurt TV?”

Kitty couldn’t imagine how she looked in the recording—even her reflection in the camera lens was hard to accept as herself. Her face slack with enjoyment, her eyes rolling, her mouth gaping open with tongue lolling out like it was exhausted by the cries she’d made. Well, Kurt could only like the way that looked on her… he’d made her look that way often enough today.

Bereft of all but the barest intelligence, Kitty threw up two peace signs in a braindead attempt to be photogenic. “Piotr, I think—I think we should break up. Kurt, he can… he just gives me… so much more… plus, after all that, I think I might be pregnant. You wouldn’t want someone else raising your kid, right? Or… this way… so I think I better stay with Kurt and let him keep… I mean… take responsibility… for me… and the baby… if there is a baby…”

“Oh, I think there’s definitely going to be at least one baby.” Licking her lips and still smelling of Kitty’s cunt—in the way that the whole room smelled of sex and cum and Kurt’s musk, just in varying degrees—Jean slumped down next to Kitty and displayed herself to the camera. “Scott, that goes double for me. You’re a great guy, but Kurt, he’s… he’s so much more great.” She imitated Kitty, giving a double peace sign to the camera. “And I wouldn’t count on hooking up with Rogue. When she wakes up, I’m pretty sure she’ll want to be Kurt’s too. And between Kurt’s tongue, his tail, and his tallywhacker, there’s enough Nightcrawler for all three of us.”