Chapter 682: Who The Fuck Is A Virgin?

Freya’s eyes snapped open, her face twisting in a mix of shock and betrayal as the blindfold fell away, revealing Emily—her own sister—looming over her, pussy glistening, lips curled in a wicked smirk.

"Emily?! What the fuck are you—?!" Freya gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to scramble back, her pregnant belly making her movements clumsy. "Where the hell is Nancy?! You bitch! You tricked me!"

Emily didn’t even flinch. Instead, she leaned in, her fingers still slick from Freya’s own arousal, her voice dropping into that same dark, taunting growl. "Oh, Sister," she purred, her fingers suddenly pinching Freya’s nipples—hard—making her yelp.

"Are you really surprised?" Her grip tightened, her nails digging in as she twisted, drawing a sharp cry from Freya.

"You’ve been spreading your legs for my boyfriend, begging him to fuck you, letting Nancy and Suzy ride his cock while you watched..." Her voice dripped with venom. "And now you’re playing innocent?"

Freya’s breath hitched, her body arching as Emily’s fingers punished her, her nipples throbbing under the cruel pressure. "Aah—! Let go!" she whimpered, her voice breaking. "It hurts—! I know I deserved it... I’m sorry!"

Emily laughed, low and dark, her other hand slipping between Freya’s thighs, her fingers pressing against her soaked pussy. "Oh, you’re sorry now?" she sneered, her fingers grinding against Freya’s clit, making her body jerk. "After you drugged me, shared my man, and watched while he bred my friends?" She leaned in, her breath hot against Freya’s ear. "You don’t get to be sorry, Sister. You get to be punished."

Freya’s face flushed, her body trembling as Emily’s words cut deep. "Y-you bitch!" she snapped, but her voice lacked fire, her hips betraying her as they rolled against Emily’s fingers. "I—I only did it because you were teasing him, a poor virgin! You bound his hands with your panties, denied him your pussy—!"

Emily’s fingers froze on Freya’s clit.

"Virgin?"

Her head snapped up, her eyes locking onto mine in disbelief.

"VIRGIN?! Who the fuck is a virgin?!"

Freya’s brows furrowed, her voice trembling. "Isn’t Jack a virgin...?"

Silence.

Then—

I burst out laughing, low and dark, my smirk turning feral as I stepped closer, my cock already throbbing at the sight of them—Freya, flushed and ruined, Emily, furious but dripping. "Oh, Sister Freya," I drawled, my voice dripping with amusement. "I never said I was a virgin. You assumed."

Freya’s jaw dropped, her eyes widening as the truth crashed over her like a wave. "W-what...?" she stammered, her face burning with a mix of shock and embarrassment. "That explains—!" Her voice cracked, her body trembling as the pieces finally clicked into place. "Fuck! That’s why you fuck like—" She cut herself off, her cheeks flushing crimson as the realization hit her full force. "You lied! You deceived us—!"

Emily burst into laughter, the sound sharp and mocking as she doubled over, clutching her stomach. "You thought he was a virgin?!" she wheezed between gasps, her voice dripping with amusement. "You—phhhh—ha ha ha haa! Oh my god, Sister! You actually believed that?!" She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, her smirk turning wicked as she looked at Freya’s mortified expression.

Freya’s face twisted in frustration, her finger jabbing toward me. "It’s all your fault for deceiving me!" she snapped, her voice trembling with indignation.

I stepped closer, my smirk unapologetic as I cupped her flushed cheek, my thumb brushing her lower lip. "Sister Freya..." I murmured, my voice a low, velvety taunt, "It’s your fault." My fingers trailed down her body, sliding between her thighs to tease her swollen, soaked pussy.

"How was I supposed to hold back after seeing this pregnant pussy of yours?" I growled, my fingers pressing against her clit, making her gasp. "Dripping for me... begging for my cock..."

Freya’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as her hips rolled into my touch. "Is it my fault...?" she whispered, her voice trembling, but her eyes were dark with need.

I nodded, my lips brushing hers as I pulled her closer. "All yours."

Freya’s lips parted, her mind racing, her body aching for more. "I... I don’t know..." she stammered, her fingers clutching at my shoulders. "You have to compensate me for deceiving me... otherwise, I.. I.."

Her voice trailed off, her threat dissolving into a whimper as she realized she had no leverage—only desire.

I closed the distance between us, my lips crashing onto hers in a possessive, hungry kiss. She melted against me, her body arching into mine as my tongue claimed her mouth. When I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her eyes dazed with lust.

"Ok..." I murmured, my voice rough with promise, my lips still hovering over Freya’s as I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. "I know... I’ll listen to you."

Freya’s eyes gleamed with mischief, her lips curling into a smug smirk as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "Tell me..." she purred, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, "is my pussy better than Emily’s... or not?"

Emily’s face flushed instantly, her hands shooting to her hips as she glared at Freya. "That’s not fair, Sister!" she snapped, her voice sharp with indignation. "You’re pregnant! Your pussy in pregnancy can’t even compete with mine!"

Freya’s smirk deepened, her fingers sliding down to tease her own swollen, glistening folds. "Then why don’t you let Jack make you pregnant?" she taunted, her voice dripping with challenge. "So you can compete with my pussy... fairly."

Emily’s face burned crimson, her breath hitching as she stammered, "Hmm—! Sister, don’t forget—" she snapped, her voice trembling, "Jack is my boyfriend first!"

I couldn’t help it—I laughed, low and dark, pulling them both against me, my arms wrapping around their waists. "Ok... Ok..." I chuckled, my voice warm with amusement, "Don’t fight. You both are mine."

Freya’s brows arched, her fingers digging into my side as she tilted her head, her voice teasing. "What about Suzy and Nancy?"

I grinned, my smirk turning smug as I met their glares. "They’re also mine."

Pinch.

"HMM—!" Freya and Emily both hissed in unison, their fingers digging into my waist, twisting just enough to make me jolt.

"You’re lustful," Freya growled, her voice a mix of frustration and amusement.

"But don’t forget about us," Emily added, her fingers pinching harder, her voice sharp with warning. "Ever... hmm..." Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot. "Otherwise, we won’t forgive you."

I groaned, my hands sliding down to grip their asses, pulling them flush against me. "I wouldn’t dream of it," I murmured, my voice rough with promise, my cock already throbbing again at the thought of them—all of them.