Book Eight: Chapter 121

Two heads nodded. The third playfully nipped at his shoulder and growled.

“Breed. Us,” said the two heads as Cerberus draped their hands over his shoulders. “Make. Us.” There was a long dramatic pause as the third head realized it had dropped the ball and spat Mike’s shoulder out. “Pregnant!” it added.

“Yeah, I’ll breed you. I’ll fill you up, and do you know why?” He increased his tempo, thrusting deeper than before. Cerberus tilted their hips up to meet his. “Because Cerberus is a good girl, aren’t you?”

Six eyes all went wide as he fucked the hellhound. Fingernails dug into his back as he pounded them, whispering dirty words into their ears. He took turns kissing each head; his neck, shoulders, and ears now fair game to be nibbled on. Every time he called Cerberus a good girl, he felt their vagina tighten as if to pin him down. Magic danced all across the room now, motes of light turning into tiny ethereal flames that chased each other like fireflies.

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