He was torn asunder with the precise thrusts of Bruce’s substantial cock, driving into him again and again until Odin felt as though he’d reached the end of reality with naught but shreds of his sanity remaining. Bruce tensed, teeth gritted and brow furrowed as his cock pulsed, sending his seed to fill Odin’s hole. There was something beautiful in this struggle to both lose control and keep it — Bruce’s cheeks were flushing and his eyes were glassy with exertion as he arched — that Odin almost forgot about the edge of ecstasy that he’d been treading. But Bruce, it seemed had not forgotten, forcing his weakened body lower and lower until his pillowed lips pressed against Odin’s slack and wet hole. He watched his come seep forth, tearing his eyes away only to glance up to Odin with a smile before he thrust his tongue deep from where his cock had been only moments before.
The devil’s words were soothing and his body was even kinder, not holding her down but making her want to go there. It was a little bit like selling her soul, Martha thought, but when the devil came in such an appealing package it seemed worth it — especially the way he thrust into her, made her arch, brought her screaming to the peak of her first orgasm before even starting to fuck her in earnest. Everything was so controlled, and in response she could only shake and beg and claw at him, begging him for more, legs spread and trembling as he hissed promises in her ear that she was too smart to believe. And now, fucked out, she lay there, knowing he was watching her hungrily, knowing his come was seeping out of her well-used cunt, but finding no reason to care. His finger caressed the inside of her thighs, drawing a pattern through the mess, and she wondered idly if he was signing a contract she should regret.
It was a side effect of the gamma mutation, and at first Bruce had been horrified; he’d been worried that even in his human form he’d grow beyond what his partners could withstand. Thor was, by human standards anyway, indestructible, and he pushed himself onto Bruce’s cock without fear.
Thor swiveled his hips, pulling and tugging against the knot deep within him until it grew harder, larger, stretching him from the inside and yet he still whispered that he’d take more, that Bruce should let himself go and fill him up. The sight of himself buried in Thor, tied to him this way with no hope of parting until they were both satisfied, tore something loose in Bruce; he growled as he thrust forward and pulled back, rubbing his knot against Thor’s prostate and watching it bulge under the entrance of Thor’s ass until the sheets beneath him were soaked with leaking come and Thor’s hole was clenching madly around him. Bruce’s spunk leaked from Thor as he finally gave in to the fact that Thor could take all of him gladly, pumping him full with pleasure and gratitude.
He looked human, but his body could take every hard, brutal thrust of Thor’s cock and still his hole would beg for more. Red-rimmed and eager, Bruce would hold his ass open and groan powerfully as Thor pushed inside once again to feel that slick heat and the fierce clench of those rings of muscle, milking him with every stroke. He felt out of control even above this human’s soft form, round bits at his hips and gray hair at his temples, yet the rippling current of the beast hidden within him was making Thor see double… two of himself forcing himself deep, two of Bruce’s luscious mouths begging for him to go faster, two of that beautiful hole as it hungrily ate everything that Thor doled out.
Whiteness took him as his orgasm tore through him, his spunk pumping into Bruce’s spasming, thirsty hole as they both shook like they’d be torn in half and thrown to the furthest ends of the heavens with this pleasure. Come oozed from the human’s abused body — Bruce pushed it out and let it run down his balls, his fingers coming back to smear it across his hot skin — and all Thor could do was sit back on his haunches and watch.
Sam is first and last, always; he’s the one who lures Dean, kisses him until he’s red-faced and wrecked, eases him onto the bed and spreads him open with patient and careful fingers. And it’s Sam who fucks him first, but when Sam is done, and his come is sliding out of Dean in hot globs and clinging to his thighs, Dean’s not satisfied. He needs another cock, he needs to be filled, and with Sam spent it’s Castiel who comes to the rescue, filling him and fucking him in abrupt, harsh strokes.
Gabriel’s a new addition to their fun, and he’s brought Chuck along, and after Castiel’s fucking Dean’s raw and red and shouting, demanding through gritted teeth for more — for Gabriel’s cock, smooth and curved to slide into him and make him shout with bliss with every bump against his prostate, or Chuck who holds his thighs and closes his eyes and makes soft mewling sounds and he rocks his hips forward against Dean’s hips.
And every few minutes Dean’s brought over the edge into another orgasm, the pool of white below his bent knees and flushed cock growing with each new person who pushes into him, until he’s covered with all their come and all of his own — and that’s when Sam finishes him off, licking it off his body, taking his cock and balls into his mouth until Dean’s coming one last time with a final scream; spent at last, he curls into sleep in Sam’s gentle arms.
Sam and Dean are in the shower when Gabriel shows up, and Castiel’s on the bed sweaty and boneless, covered in come where the perspiration doesn’t make clear tracks through it all. Gabriel coughs hard, takes a once-over of the situation, and kneels down to check to see if Castiel is even still alive.
He gets a mouthful of Castiel tongue, a hard cock pressing up against his hips, and that tears it; if Sam and Dean aren’t going to take care of his brother’s needs, Gabriel sure as hell is going to. He blinks, and in an instant they’re elsewhere, on a big bed covered in cloudlike fluffy comforters, and it’s like they’re suspended in midair as Gabriel lets Castiel pull him down, grind against him, kiss him hard and beg for more. He’s fucking gorgeous, all debauched and still wanting, and Gabriel grins when Castiel begs to be fucked again; Castiel’s still loose from the Winchesters’ fucking, and it’s easy as pie to slide his cock in, rocking against Castiel and groaning as he takes the well-used but still-willing body beneath him.
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Sam fucked out on the bed, naked, half-asleep already, a white dribble leaking from his ass where Dean’s come seeps out of him — is there any sight more appealing? Dean doesn’t think so, and he can sit and watch it for minutes, just being satisfied with his own efforts. Occasionally, as Sam shifts on the bed in a shallow dream, Dean will start to get turned on again, and he’ll spread his legs and stroke his cock lazily, sometimes to a quiet gasping orgasm and sometimes just to pleasant hardness.
There are other times, though, when just watching is not enough, and Dean crawls onto the bed, touching his tongue to the trail of white and sucking up the mess until his mouth is pressed to Sam’s hole. Of course, by the time he’s there, Sam’s woken up, and he’s started to twitch and moan, enticing Dean in to an inevitable — and delicious — second round of fucking.
The archer pleases all his senses, and Thor enjoys him best when it is all at once. When the smell of their fucking lies heavy in the air, and Clint is still moaning softly, trying to catch his breath after having arched up into Thor’s thrusts and come with a loud groan. He’s beautiful, all muscles and thin sheen of sweat, and Thor runs his hand down into the cleft of Clint’s stretched ass to dab at the white blurts of Thor’s come that lie there, glistening. Sight and sound, smell and touch, all these please Thor, and he lowers his mouth to the salt of Clint’s skin to enjoy the taste as well. He licks up the water-salt mix of Clint’s sweat and Thor’s own come, inhaling deeply, and Cint moans softly with the gentle touch, making Thor smile into his skin and hum with approval.
Most nights Sam thinks she’s just a hole for her big brother to fuck, that he doesn’t even care where he’s sticking his dick as long as it’s wet and warm and clenches up around in him orgasm when he squirts into it (and she’s not even sure if he cares that she comes). It’s different for Samantha because she’s so desperate to make things right between them again, that she’s happy with any sort of attention he can give her; even if it’s only for a moment and probably morally questionable (but what in their lives isn’t morally questionable). And when he’s gone off to his own bed, flopped down to pass out for the night, Sam takes that time to slide her fingers between her legs and through the sticky wet mess covering her pussy lips. She strokes slowly, keeping her muscles clenched tight to make sure none of Dean’s spunk spills out of her, even when she finally squeaks and comes again… interrupted only by the weight of Dean’s body as he crawls on top of her again. “If you wanted me to fill your cunt again, all you had to do was ask, Sammy; you know I can’t tell you no.”
