Chapter 202

For a second, Natalie had to adjust to the sight. Her duplicate self, standing there in front of her. An illusory image with the same physical form, and, presumably, thoughts and personality, like the event with Camille.

Maybe she wasn’t exactly identical, but at most, Other-Natalie was only slightly altered to be more sexually receptive, as Camille’s clone had been. Then again, maybe that had just been circumstance: the clone had known she was a clone, and submitted in accordance to Camille’s personality. Natalie wasn’t entirely certain.

This one talked, too. Camille’s hadn’t.

Regardless, Natalie had succeeded in creating a second self.

And now, she was about to fuck this pliable wolfgirl with two of her cocks, not one.

And have a threesome with herself.

It was a bit much, even by her standards.

“W-What is this?” Malice asked, craning her neck upward to stare, still lying upside-down, at Natalie’s illusory image.

“An illusion,” Other-Natalie replied on Natalie’s behalf. She gripped her cock, stepped forward, then slapped it down hard onto Malice’s face, a meaty thwap echoing through the air. “You look like the kind of girl that won’t be satisfied with just one, so we figured we’d help you out.”

“Excuse me?” Malice demanded.

“Oh, stop talking, won’t you?” Other-Natalie said. “That mouth is better used for other things. Like this.”

Malice started to reply, but Other-Natalie shoved her cock in, cutting her off. The wolfgirl let out a muffled noise of surprise as Natalie’s clone began, with no ceremony, fucking her face. Malice’s pussy squeezed down hard on Natalie’s cock, showing just how delighted she was by the turn of events, even if she would have feigned outrage. Her hips bucked up against Natalie, and Natalie groaned at the sensation, having temporarily slowed down her own thrusting to bring the illusion to life.

Quickly working into that same heat as before, though, Natalie grabbed Malice’s hips and stood, raising the wolfgirl off the ground. Other-Natalie gripped Malice’s head to steady her while thrusting in, bulging her throat out with each hard stroke. The Hellhound whimpered around the cock filling her mouth, eyes rolling back as she took it.

It was a devastating sight, Natalie couldn’t help but think, Malice’s orange eyes watering and her throat bulging obscenely outward—watching it happen from across from her.

It was definitely a weird scenario. Seeing another her fuck Malice. The two of them, holding Malice’s weight together, violating two holes at opposite ends. Loud squelching filled the air as their respective hips thrust.

Weird, but also hot. Natalie couldn’t deny that. She was getting used to that combo. It was basically her new life.

“Fuck,” Other-Natalie grunted. “Her throat is amazing. You really should have tried it yourself.”

“Plan to,” Natalie grunted back, slapping forward just as desperately. “Once I make her mine, I’ll get to do whatever I want. Whenever I want. Forever. So I’ll have time.”

The words were more for Malice’s sake than anything, just part of the strategy. A way to work her up. And Other-Natalie caught on quickly, of course. They were the same person, after all.

“Forever sounds like a long time,” Other-Natalie grinned.

“Eternity as a cocksleeve? My good little breeding whore, for the rest of her life?” Natalie moaned suddenly as Malice’s pussy squeezed down on her. “Man, she clenched down hard at that. She’s really excited to be made mine.”

“Of course she is,” Other-Natalie said. “It’s always the ones who talk big that want to be put in their place.” She smirked at Natalie. “I think we learned a little bit of that ourselves. Not like this one, though.” Other-Natalie pulled out of Malice’s mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. She didn’t give the woman remotely long enough to catch her breath before shoving back in, slender throat bending obscenely outward as she was filled, once again, with cock. “Isn’t that right, Malice? You like getting fucked from both ends, don’t you? Being nothing but a collection of holes, used for our pleasure.”

Malice whimpered. The Hellhound squirmed in her grip, betraying her thoughts on the matter, as Natalie continued to fuck her, thrusting into her tight pussy over and over again.

“For her to say it,” Natalie told her clone, “she needs her mouth free. So come join me down here.” She patted Malice’s ass.

Other-Natalie nodded and pulled out of Malice’s throat. She slapped her cock hard onto the girl’s cheek, making the wolfgirl gasp. Then Other-Natalie hefted her up by the shoulders, leaning her forward and draping the wolfgirl across Natalie. Malice’s arms wrapped around Natalie’s neck, and Natalie supported her weight by holding each of her thighs. Malice’s legs hooked behind Natalie’s waist, helping them settle into their new position.

“You want to be our cocksleeve forever?” Natalie asked, stealing a quick kiss. “Have this, forever? We can make that happen. You just have to admit you want it.”

“I...” Malice mumbled, seeming not all there. “I...”

“Say it,” Natalie murmured into her ear, nipping gently as Other-Natalie stepped up behind Malice, guiding her cock gently against the wolfgirl’s last unclaimed hole. “Say you want to be mine, and you will be.”

Malice sucked in a breath as she felt ten inches of girl dick rubbing against her asshole, and Natalie grinned at the hazy expression in her eyes. How thoroughly she was starting to melt down. It wouldn’t take much longer, she could tell.