Chapter 1
“What are you doing?” Anon said with a raised brow, her soft high-pitched voice giving off a faux annoyed tone.
“Coming to a conclusion on a bet,” Artemis said with the utmost certainty. As if it was supposed to be obvious why he was groping Anon's plump ass with just one hand, squeezing and then switching back and forth between each cheek.
Anon rolled her eyes and let out a bothered sigh “You know this is textbook sexual harassment, right?”
Artemis continued to fondle Anon's rump, not giving much concern to the comment, his fingers sank down into her perfectly round mounds of fat and muscle, unknowingly massaging her erogenous buttocks. “Feel free to file a complaint with HR then.” he simply said.
“What good will that do me? You and your brother are HR!” Anon successfully stifled a pleasure-filled squeak as she turned and swatted the offending hand away in a fit of frustration. “Will you cut it out!” The distraction had become too much for her to handle, she had been looking for a specific book on tax code for the last couple of minutes, seemingly misplaced amongst the mahogany shelves that lined the far back wall of the Royal Office. With it, she could finish outlining a set of presentation notes for Artemis and his brother.
Unfortunately for the Prince of the Night, her patience had worn thin. “Don't you have something better to do? Maybe you could go give some little kids more nightmares...”
“That was one time!” Artemis interjected, pointing at her before crossing his arms and frowning, clearly flustered by the comment. “Besides, that punk ass kid was being a piece of shit. He deserved it.”
“Uh-huh, whatever helps you sleep at night, Sweetie… Or in this case, whatever helps you justify keeping others from sleeping.” Anon quipped back with a smug giggle.
Artemis stood there pouting, resisting the urge firmly swat Anon’s backside out of spite. They agreed to never speak of that incident ever again... Yet, he supposed everything was fair game when you’re overtly sexually harassing your secretary.
The door to the office swung open smoothly, through the doorway walked Solaris, three insulated latte cups from the well known ‘Lunar Bean’ cafe floated in his golden magical aura.
“I brought the morning ‘pick-me-up’, bitches. No need to praise me,” Solaris said as he closed the door with the back of his hoof and set each individual’s coffee down on their respective desks.
Anon happily walked over and grabbed her cup, steam and the rich, sweet aroma of her vanilla flavored latte wafted into her nostrils. She took a small sip, the warmth and flavor settled in her mouth for a moment before she swallowed her latte and let out a satisfied sigh. “God, that tastes soooo good. Better than usual actually.” She took another pull from her cup.
Solaris chuckled “Hmm, I guess I’ll start dipping my nuts into your coffee more often.”
Anon spat out her drink a thick mist of coffee sprayed through the air directly on to Anon’s desk. “You did fucking not…”
Solaris ignored his secretary and turned to Artemis, doing his best to hide his smirk and enjoy fucking with Anon. “So, brother, who won the bet?”
“Oh no, you don’t!” Anon tried to interrupt. She stepped in front of Solaris, trying her best to get him to look down at her. Did you stick your gross, sweaty nuts in my coffee?” Unfortunately for her, the difference in size between her and the princes made it easy to be looked over. Standing at only five foot, four inches, Anon was easily eclipsed by the royal brothers six-foot, eight-inch, frames.
Artemis grinned. “Well, brother, I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But it seems that I was right. Her ass is well over two handfuls. I’ll take the standard loser’s fee deposited into my account whenever you get a chance.”
Anon was pounding her fists against Solaris’s stomach to no avail, still demanding an answer from him until she heard the lunar prince’s response.
She quickly whipped around and gave the most vicious death-glare she could muster to the dark-blue stallion. “That’s why you were groping me!” Anon shrilled. “For a stupid fucking bet between you two older than dirt perverts!?!”
Caught red-handed, Artemis put on his best innocent-looking smile and tried to do what any wise immortal prince would do...He lied, “Umm, Uhh, n-no?” poorly.
Anon closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and a reluctant sip of her coffee--she wasn’t going to be deprived of her caffeine fix. With a long exhale, she calmly spoke, “You two are incorrigible bastards.” She pointed to Solaris. “You. Get me the current version of the ‘Tax Codes and Tariffs’ book.”
With a faint yellow glow of prince Solaris’s horn, the book levitated its way in front of Anon. She grabbed it and set it down on her desk. “Now, if you two don’t want to look like idiots in front of the nobles this afternoon, you’ll both get your asses to work and let me finish your presentation notes.”
“Sounds like you really need to get laid,” Artemis muttered.
“I heard that!”
“Good, you should take our advice then,” Artemis nodded. “Brother and I would be happy to oblige in your stress relief endeavors.”
“Oh yeah. Of course, let me just add that to my already busy schedule… Fuck. Both. Princes.” Anon sarcastically replied as she imitated writing it down into her planner.
“It doesn’t seem like she’s interested Artemis, maybe she’s not into stallions…” Solaris hummed for a moment. “You know... We could set you up with one of the maids. I’m sure there’s a least a few that swing that way, or at least wouldn’t mind a one-nighter with you.”
“What?” Anon shouted incredulously. “No…I like both dick and pussy thank you very much. I---”
“Then maybe you’re just afraid you wouldn’t be able to handle two demigod-like beings at the same time?” Solaris pondered.
“You wouldn’t be the first so there’s no shame in that,” Artemis said matter of factly.
Anon’s eyebrow began to twitch, clearly agitated by their claim. “I am NOT afraid of two royal dustbags. If anything you two wouldn’t be able to handle me!”
Both brothers looked at Anon like she had just grown five extra heads. It didn’t take them long before they lost it, “Hahahahahahahahaha.” Chuckling and nearly tear-inducing laughter filled the room.
For the next few moments, Anon stood there with both of her brows twitching, ready to pop a gasket. The princes composed themselves, wiping a few droplets of tears from the corners of their eyes as they contained their guffaws.
“That is quite adorable, Anon. Care to prove it then?” Artemis asked with a tilt of his head, a raised eyebrow, and a hint of smugness that made Anon want to put both princes in their place.
Not one to write checks that her body couldn’t cash, Anon confidently accepted this potentially ill-advised challenge. “You’re on!” She pointed a finger at both Artemis and Solaris. “And when neither of you can stand once I’m done with the both of you, I want an extra two weeks of vacation.”
Suppressing a smirk, Solaris pretended to mull over Anon’s offer. “That seems fair.” He nodded. “But… What should we get if you are unable to stand once we’ve all had our fun?”
“Hell, if you two can out fuck me… I’d be willing to make it a regular thing. Is that good enough for you two? ”
“I believe that’s acceptable.” Solaris looked to Artemis who gave him a nod of approval. “Tonight then, in my chambers. It is the weekend after all so there will be minimal distractions after the workday.”
With the three of them all in agreement, the trio set about doing their morning tasks.
Anon found herself standing in the center of Solaris’s bedchambers. Which to her surprise was quite cozier than she would have imagined. Although it was still quite opulent, anyone who didn’t know better could easily mistake it for a reading room. The pleasant crackling and applewood scent of the active fireplace currently filled the room. A pair of comfortable chairs and a small couch surrounded the fireplace. Bookcases lined one entire wall, while a few paintings hung from the others. In the far back was Solaris’s bed, large enough to easily fit the three of them and then some.
Prince Solaris and Prince Artemis both leered at Anon from their seats on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for her to make the first move.
“Let me put on a little show for you two pervs,” Anon said with a giggle.
Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, Anon began to slowly strip down. Unbuttoning her white Armareni dress shirt and sliding out of her black pencil skirt, she was left with just her pink bra and panties hugging her most private areas. Next came her bra, with a sly wink toward both Princes, she reached behind her back and unclasped both latches securing the supportive pink garment on the first attempt—she was a little impressed by that since it normally took her multiple tries. Like water bursting passed a dam, her beautiful, round tits popped out and hung free, her nipples slowly starting to stand at attention from the cool air in the room.
She would be the first to tell anypony that she wasn’t anything special in the breast size department, sporting a healthy and perky C-cup. If you asked her what her best feature was, Anon would have to say her shapely hips and perfectly shaped ass, the perfect ratio of muscle and fat. It matched the rest of her body exquisitely and she was well aware that nearly every straight stallion and even some mares heads turned when Anon was walking by.
The Royal brothers stared in awe, jaws left on the floor as they ogled the display.
Once completely nude, She posed for the dumbstruck princes, exposing her entire body for them to take in—her curves accented her thick body marvelously. “Well, boys… I’ve shown you mine, I think it's only fair you show me yours...Hopefully, you two can measure up,” Anon playfully teased.
The jabbing comment, broke each of them from their little reverie, both sporting thick bulges in their pants as clear as Solaris's day, They each picked their jaws up off the floor, their expressions formed into knowing grins. With a subtle nod towards one another, they began to undress as well.
Off came their tops, neither one willing to give Anon the satisfaction of seeing what was in store for her right away. Underneath, the princes sported Adonis-like bodies, sculpted chests, toned muscular arms, and visible six-packs came within view once their shirts were discarded. Whether it was Alicorn genetics, their vigorous and consistent workout regimen, or a combination of both, whatever it was, the benefits were mighty great.
It was Anon's turn to stand there and gawk—in the nude no less. She bit her lower lip as she watched the display from the two princely studs slowly baring it all out in the open for her to admire. Her own nethers started to simmer as they continued their coordinated strip.
Luckily for Anon, she had taken a seat on the edge of Solaris’s bed. Taking in the view of both studly princes was utterly breathtaking. Her pussy was already damp and glistening with her arousal, if she looked down, she’d probably find a small, dark, warm, stain on the sheets.
Anon watched in anticipation as Artemis and Solaris drew their hands closer to their garments covering their lower bodies. Methodically, both brothers slide their fingers beneath their waistbands and unveiled what was in store for Anon.
As their pants fell to the opulent marble floor below, Anon’s eyes nearly popped out of her head in disbelief, “There’s no fucking way those are real.” she murmured.
“Indeed, they are,” Artemis replied smugly.
Before her very eyes, Anon gaped at the tools between each prince' legs, easily two feet in length and as thick as their thighs with sacks that housed coconut-sized testicles--at first glance, anyone could legitimately mistake them for a third leg. Anon knew horses were hung--back home on Earth she had her own collection of rubber horse dongs that she used to play with on a nightly basis, but these two behemoth rods… If she wasn’t staring at them at this very moment, Anon never would have thought dicks this size even existed.
“H-h-how do either of you walk around with tho-those things?” Anon asked incredulously, her face turning red as she continued to stare and admire their ‘equipment’. “Shouldn’t they be dragging on the floor?”
Solaris and Artemis both laughed, even though they were used to this kind of reaction, it still never became old to them.
“Well, it’s quite simple really.” Solaris started, his hand moving to his shaft and began absentmindedly rubbing himself. “While yes, walking around with these swinging between our legs would be annoying, cumbersome, and probably distracting for others. We have taken measures to handle this problem in the form of enchantments on our clothing.”
Anon’s face donned a confused look, not really understanding what Solaris had said.
Solaris sighed and gave a quick shake of his head. “In layman's terms. There’s a pocket dimension in our pants that houses our dicks.”
“Ohh-kay, that kinda makes sense, but how do you expect us to fuck? Because if either of you tried to stick me with those monsters, you’d kill me and probably make Vlad the Impaler blush.”
“Vlad the who?” Artemis questioned.
“Nevermind,” Anon waved her hand dismissively. “Seriously, those things will split me in two.”
“Do not fret, Anon. We are well aware that our ‘size’,” Solaris smirked, gesturing to his and Artemis’s lengths as if he were a game-show prize presenter. “would normally be a barrier to intercourse. But we’ve both perfected a series of spells that will keep you safe and allow you to enjoy yourself while we enjoy you.”
Anon sighed. “Too late to back out now, I guess...” she said mostly to herself. “Go on, hit me with your stupid, cheating magic.”
The brothers nodded, faint grins on their muzzles. With a swift glow of their horns, they weaved their magic, swirling together in a mesmerizing pattern for a few moments. Without much other fanfare, the coalescence of magic glided over toward Anon, wrapping around her and infusing her entire body with the combination Alicorn spells.
Anon didn’t feel much different once the magic faded, if anything, she felt more skeptical. “That’s it?” She asked, with a perked brow.
The princes nodded, both of them now rubbing their lengths.
Anon shook her head, still in disbelief. She did her best to settle any butterflies in her stomach. Taking a deep breath, Anon strode over and positioned herself on all fours on top of the large, lavish bed inside of Solaris's chambers. Using both hands to spread her asscheeks, she wiggled her butt back and forth as she craned her neck to meet eyes with Artemis. “Come on, moon boy, you spent nearly the whole morning groping my ass, why don't you show me what else you want to do.” Her gaze quickly switched over to Solaris, “You too, sunbutt, let's go. Take my mouth for a little while.”
A hungry grin spanned Artemis and Solaris’s muzzles, both of them strolling over as instructed with little argument, a little bit of eagerness in their steps. Each of them angled themselves into position the best they could, Artemis at Anon’s rear and Solaris taking up residence in front of the slightly anxious female. “I-I swear to god, If I die, I’m haunting the both of you for the rest of your stupid, immortal lives.”
“You have nothing to fear, Anon. We will be gentle,” Artemis said reassuringly.
Both stallions were in position, their cocks each at one of Anon’s entrances. She stared directly down the length of Solaris, anxiousness and second thoughts whirled through her mind. A little ball of butterflies had even formed in the pit of her stomach. Even with all the reassurances they had made, her nerves were still getting the best of her.
Artemis being the considerate anal aficionado sent two threads of magic out from his horn, the first snaked its way around his own member. With a grunt, his stallionhood was coated in a lubricant. The cool, slimy substance made his shaft twitch. At the same time, the second thread of magic wisped it’s way into Anon’s tight little rosebud, doing the same for her, the sudden cool and wet feeling inside her made her squeak.
Anon turned her head and glared at Artemis, “You could’ve warned me, jerk.”
Artemis raised a brow questioningly, “Would you have preferred I go in dry?”
“No.” She quietly grumbled as she turned back to face forward.
Becoming impatient, Solaris reached down and grabbed Anon by the head, his alabaster fingers woven between her strawberry blonde locks, “Come now, Anon. Open wide, I wish to feel your throat wrapped around my dick. Just let me and the magic do its work.”
With her eyes nearly crossed while she looked at the immense cockhead almost prodding at her lips, she cracked open her mouth as Solaris pulled her close. Not knowing what to expect as her lips finally made contact with the Sun Prince’s tool, Anon extended her tongue and took an exploratory lick, the salty and musky flavor lit up her taste buds, causing her to let out a pleased groan.
The pressure on the back of her head gradually grew, Solaris’s hands pushing her to take him into her mouth. Opening her mouth wider, she felt a tingle in her face as her jaw began to strain to open wide enough to fit the thick hunk of stallion meat. The more Solaris pushed, the more Anon’s mouth stretched without pain to accommodate his length. The moment she began to see and feel it disappear in her maw, her eyes went wide with shock, not believing what she was seeing. There was no discomfort at all, just the pleasant taste of Solaris’s cock marinating on her tongue as it continued to plunge deeper and deeper without issue. Slowly, her throat was stuffed, bulging with the outline of Solaris’s stallionhood on her neck.
Once Solaris had fully sheathed himself inside Anon’s throat with his pelvis nearly pressed up against her nose, he let out a satisfied hum, holding Anon’s head down and enjoying the massage-like convulsions that were milking his length.
With Anon’s mouth and throat suitably filled to the brim with his brother’s cock, Artemis lined himself up with the royal secretary’s delicate rosebud and began to magically push himself inside. He watched as inch by inch her sphincter gave way to his behemoth, Anon’s anxious tensing provided an enjoyable amount of resistance for Artemis to overcome.
Before long, Artemis had Anon’s ass wrapped firmly around the entirety of his cock. And with it, he found a smooth rhythmic pace of thrusting he enjoyed.
“How is her ass, Brother?” Solaris asked casually as he steadily moved his hips back and forth, pistoning his dick into Anon’s overly stretched throat and mouth as muffled moans and wet slurping sounds filled the room.
Artemis closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of Anon’s rectum milking his shaft, clenching and convulsing enough to make the Lunar Prince’s breath shudder with pleasure. He too was nonchalantly thrusting at a pace that matched his brother’s as he replied, “Wonderful, I can see the outline of my cock in her stomach as I thrust.” He groaned and reared back with one of his hands. Bringing down a heavy and firm spank loudly against Anon’s ass, forcing her to clench down involuntarily as she screamed from the sting. “And her ass clenches down nice and tight. Just the way I like. How about her throat?” Artemis inquired.
“Surprisingly, her throat is exquisite. Tight, wet, and she seems eager.” Solaris stopped himself on an inward thrust, pulling Anon’s head down snugly with both of his hands until her lips and face were kissing his pubic bone. “I particularly like her high pitched screams when both of us hilt her at the same time.”
Artemis smirked. “Like this?” he asked as he gave a particularly rough thrust into Anon’s asshole, his hips smacked her asscheeks, and Anon felt like her insides were being rearranged more than they already were.
“Ahh yes, that’s just perfect, the higher octave vibrates on my dick perfectly,” Solaris replied.
Anon had no idea what to do, stars and white flashed across her vision, and her body was awash with pleasure--it was as if she was overcome with some sort of ‘pleasure-paralysis’.
Her mind felt like it was slowly melting like it was leaking out of her ears due to the overwhelming joyride of bliss wreaking havoc on her brain and the cartoonish strain of the princes’ colossal cocks on her body.
Anon was on autopilot, screaming in euphoria and tensing up against the invader in her ass just on instinct alone. All she felt was the intense stretching her ass and mouth were doing caused by the constant stream of cock pulling in and out of her used holes.
The lone human had resigned herself to the fact that she was just a set of holes for Artemis and Solaris to use. Sweat layered her body, a bright sheen glowing off of her from the lights above. Her sinuses were filled with Solaris’s musk, forced to inhale his scent each time he held her down to the base of his stallionhood.
Anon could feel her cuntjuices trickling down her legs, clearly enjoying the ride she was on. Somehow she hadn’t cum yet. When she did, a little part of her feared for what might happen. But not as much as she feared what it would be like to truly be fucked by the pair of stallions. It still blew what little peace of mind she had left that they were both so casual about the whole session. Neither of them had broken a sweat or even once taken a shaky or strained breath. A part of her wondered if they were just toying with her and another part of her wondered what it would feel like to incur the full might of their cocks.
With the tiny fragment of lucidity she still possessed, Anon picked up on the duo’s conversation once again.
“Look at her brother, filled to the brim with our Royal cocks. I can feel your tip rubbing against mine,” Artemis said as he shimmied his hips.
Solaris grunted. “Oooh, I can too! Ha, I bet we could stand up and have her suspended on both of our cocks like an actual spit roast.”
“Let’s give it a try!” Artemis exclaimed.
With little effort, Solaris and Artemis grabbed Anon by her arms and legs and began to stand, both of their titanic lengths supporting her frame. It didn’t take long before the Princes were steadily standing on the bed and they slowly began to resume their synchronized thrusting, each one of them enjoying the pleasures of the hole they were repeatedly bottoming out in.
For the next few moments, nothing really changed. Anon was still a bliss-filled, pleasure-drunk, screaming fuckhole for each prince--just now, she was suspended and impaled on two mammoth members. Solaris was enjoying watching the bulge in Anon’s throat as his hips slowly eased in and out. Every now and then he would keep himself hilted, forcing the poor woman’s nose to press up against his pelvis and wait for his brother to bottom out in Anon’s ass, just so he could feel his brother’s cockhead press up against his own and force Anon’s body to pleasure the two of them even further.
Artemis, on the other hand, was steadily pounding into Anon’s asshole, his hips loudly slapping against her rippling asscheeks, again and again, forcing Anon’s breasts to bounce up and down each time he finished his powerful instroke.
He looked over to his brother and met his gaze.
With a smirk, they each nodded. Knowing what to do, they bottomed out inside of Anon, filling each of her orifices with every unbelievable inch of their massive stallionhoods--even they wondered sometimes how magic was able to allow their lovers to take everything they had. In an instant, they each let go of her limbs, letting them shake in pleasure and dangle down freely as she screamed and clenched in pleasure around the Royal Diarchs’ cocks.
Anon was a literal spitroast. And she fucking loved it.
Artemis’s horn began to glow.
Instantly, Anon’s body began to spasm and her eyes rolled back into her skull, showing only the whites of her eyes as her eyelids fluttered too.
“HNNNGG, holy fuck, Artemis.” Solaris’s eye widened. “What is your magic doing? Her throat is convulsing like crazy and she has somehow hit another octave higher in pitch... and this one feels..” Solaris groaned. “Otherworldly.”
“Oh, I’m just stimulating her clitoris.” Artemis shared a pleased grunt with his brother. “By my stars, her ass is trying to choke my cock and it feels fucking amazing.”
Anon’s orgasm ripped through her body, pleasuring both princes greatly. The sound of Anon’s pussy unleashing a thick torrent of clear, liquid-arousal beneath her was unmistakable. It splashed and stained the sheets, her womanly scent now wafted through the air, permeating from the puddle of cum that had formed beneath her cunt.
Artemis was the first to notice, “By the moon! Brother, she’s a squirter as well!” He said with excitement, his horn glowing brighter. His magic stimulating her most sensitive bundle of pleasure nerves intensified, dragging another, even more fierce orgasm out of Anon. “Look at her, she’s spraying like a faucet.” Neither prince had moved an inch since hilting her at the same time and the pair of climaxes rolled seamlessly into one another, forcing another warm jet of pussy juice to spurt from her folds. Not even Anon herself knew where the first one ended and the second one began. To her, she was just swimming through the pleasures of nirvana.
Solaris let out a satisfied hum, Anon’s throat was trying its best to milk him of his seed. “Hmmm, I’m definitely going to break her cunt in as well… If you don’t mind, of course.”
“Oh, no, no, by all means, go right ahead. I’m quite content with her ass.” Artemis said. The magic from his horn dissipated, granting the poor female human a short respite from the overly intense pleasure that was wracking her body. His hand rose up and swiftly cracked against Anon’s asscheek once again, a cock-muffled grunt could be heard as a pleasant sting radiated along her body and the ‘glowing’ red palmprint that had been fading visibly returned.
“Let me just dump a small load into her stomach. “ Solaris chuckled. “I’m sure she could use the snack.”
With a warning that could have been written off as a sarcastic quip, Solaris’s shaft pulsed and throbbed, his hefty balls tensed upward into his smooth leathery sack, and with it came a powerful cascade of royal spunk. His massive length pumped cum directly into Anon’s gullet, nearly filling it to the brim on the first shot. Four more sizeable spurts spewed out from the solar prince’s rod, quickly bloating and stretching Anon’s stomach. In mere seconds, she had gone from thick to round, her stomach stretched and grew to accommodate what seemed like gallons of royal spunk sloshing around in her overfilled, nearly pregnant-looking belly.
Solaris let out a sigh and gave Anon a once over. “I guess I was a little pent up there,” he said with a quick smirk directed toward his brother.
“Fuck, brother. There is nothing small about the load you just fed her.” Artemis snickered.
Solaris just shrugged and casually began to extract his tool from Anon’s maw. “She’ll digest it all within a few hours and she’ll look just as she did before we started.” Solaris tittered, “Well... maybe not exactly the same.” He gestured toward his brother, “Steady her for me, please. And let's bring her to the edge of the bed.” With a wet ‘Schlllik’, Solaris’s cock popped free of Anon’s mouth. His shaft glistened as a thick layer of drool and saliva dripped off of it onto the bed.
Even with her mouth no longer stuffed by Solaris’s thickness, a soft, nonstop, unintelligible groan was all that escaped the mouth of the catatonic, pleasure-drunk royal secretary. Anon’s mouth lazily hung open as her tongue lolled out from behind her lips with a tiny cord of drool trickling down her chin.
Artemis grabbed each of Anon’s breasts with his hands, making sure she didn’t limply collapse forward with Solaris no longer filling her mouth. He pulled her upright so her back was now braced against his chest while her legs dangled off the ground while her ass was still completely impaled.
She sat there like a cocksock, her stomach brimming with cum.
Artemis slowly walked his way to the edge of the bed, Anon mindlessly groaning with each step he took as his dick jostled around inside her anal cavity. Once he stood at the edge of the bed, he grinned with a devilish idea.
With one arm now wrapped around her chest and the other underneath her thighs, Artemis slowly lifted her off his cock, pulling a moan from Anon’s lips. With a quarter of his rod pulled out of her, he hopped off the edge of the bed. Gravity did its job, plummeting the pair down to the floor in tandem. As Artemis’s hooves hit the floor, he let his arm underneath her thighs go free. He stuck the landing like a gymnast, forcing Anon to sink back down to the base of his shaft and take the brunt of the massive impact.
As Anon’s body was slammed back down onto Artemis’s rod, a jolt of lucidity rang through her body. She coughed and gasped, her eyes refocused and nearly bulged out of their sockets from the intense ‘gravity-thrust’.
Words even started to fall from her mouth as well, “Fuck, fuck, fuck… This feels fucking amazing, don’t fucking stop.”
With a smirk as he sat down on the edge of the bed, Artemis spoke to his brother, “Well, Solaris, you heard the lady. Let’s not disappoint.” Using his thighs he was able to spread Anon’s legs wide, giving the solar prince the perfect entryway to Anon’s leaking pussy.
That was all the prompting Solaris needed.
Dutifully, he stepped between Anon’s legs with his mighty and stiff cunt-destroyer lined up and ready to enter. With practiced ease Solaris pushed himself into Anon, stretching her folds to obscene levels as his plethora of inches glided in. He let out a long groan as felt the warm and slippery grip of her vaginal walls, clamping and releasing, massaging his member better than her throat. With only a thin membrane of flesh separating Anon’s anus and vagina, Solaris could feel his brother’s length as he steadily filled Anon’s nethers.
If Anon thought she was full before when she was being spit-roasted, then she had no idea what to call this. Although she seemed to have regained her ability to speak, the only thing that left her mouth was expletive-filled moans of pleasure. Her body was trembling between the pair of princes, nearly every single pleasure nerve in her body was being lit up like a Christmas tree.
Eventually, Anon was hilted on both cocks again, her holes stretched to their absolute limits. Flashes of white streaked across her field of vision, blinding her for the moment. She screamed like a banshee from the top of her lungs, her pussy and ass muscles tensed up, and a constant hot jet of fluid began to gush out from her crotch and across Solaris’s stallionhood--much to his pleasure.
Her body was being drowned by all the pleasure chemicals being produced by her brain as she endured another mind-blowing climax. Soon enough, she regressed back into her ‘fuck-coma’ state. Her eyes no longer seemed focused, her mouth hung open and the sound of a low groan returned.
The princes eventually found a pleasant pattern of thrusting each of them could relish in. Alternating thrusts, as one would leave the other would enter. This carried on for the next ten minutes. Orgasm after orgasm was ripped from Anon’s body, her velvety smooth holes choked and massaged the princes’ rods while Solaris enjoyed the warm flow of pussyjuice cascading all over his thickness.
By now, both of them were starting to near their demigod-like limits. Beads of sweat and labored breaths were the first telltale signs. Their throbbing shafts and increasingly louder groans were the second indication climax was mere moments away.
Even so, they still found time to casually converse.
“So, what do you think?” Solaris asked.
Artemis gave a firm upward thrust with his hips, causing Anon to groan louder. “I think that she’s one of the best fucks we have had in years.”
Solaris chuckled as he kept himself sheathed and ground his soaked groin from side to side, “Haha, I tend to agree... Unfortunately, I think it's time to finish up, I believe we’ve had an ample amount of fun. Plus, we don’t want her to be too worn out.”
Artemis sighed, “I suppose you’re right.”
Together they thrust a few more times, enjoying the sounds and sensations of Anon’s body as they prepared to unleash their pent up seed. With a pair of synchronized groans and grunts, they each bottomed out into Anon for their last time. With only the kind of control an immortal being could muster, they unleashed their loads--if you listened closely, you could hear their balls gurgle in delight.
Like a pair of fire hoses dousing an untamed blaze, they began filling Anon’s holes with their seed. It was a constant powerful stream of creamy thick liquid that painted her insides. Her womb filled to capacity quite quickly, combine that along with the virile load Artemis was bestowing upon her intestines and Anon’s stomach grew to look like she was carrying triplets and ready to give birth.
“I think… Hnng we should extract ourselves before our little cum-balloon pops.” Artemis said through a grunt.
Solaris nodded in agreement, it was clear that neither of them was tapering off and even their magic had limits.
Carefully, they each pulled their lengths free of Anon’s holes and let her exhausted body collapse down onto the bed. Not wanting to get the rest of the room dirty, they aimed their cocks toward Anon as they continued to rain down a blizzard of cum. Steadily, they drenched Anon’s body with their royal loads, covering her head to toe in a lake of viscous fluid.
After what seemed like an eternity, the brothers' climaxes trickled to an end. Each of them heaved a pleasant sigh as they slumped down on the bed in fatigue. Anon was a cum-covered mess that they were content with leaving alone until she regained consciousness.
“I...I haven’t cum like that in decades,” Artemis blissfully stated.
Solaris chuckled. “I think its been even longer for me.“ With a labored grunt, he shakily got to his hooves. “I think we should go clean up, I’m sure Anon won't be going anywhere anytime soon.”
Artemis struggled to stand as well, his muscles feeling the aftermath of such an intense and strenuous exercise.
Together, the pair slowly made their way toward the private bathhouse connected to the royal bedchamber.
“Do you think she will be willing to do this again?” Artemis asked with optimistic hope.
“Hmm, It’s tough to say… We did kind of provoke her into doing this… Let’s not get our hopes up. And… Regardless of what she says, be supportive.”
“Heh, yeah, you’re right brother… it’s still quite tough to not wish to do that again.”
Solaris laughed, “We’ll just have to wait and see.”