The pain was almost excruciating, but as deep as I was in perpetual arousal as I was, I was simply drowning in pleasure heedless of the pain. Pointing at one, I curled a finger, beckoning him to come here. After a minute or so, I swapped who I was pleasuring. It was a harpy, not really much of a threat, but while everyone else was cowering in fear, I picked up a stool and broke it as I repeatedly struck it down. If I could have looked down to see my stomach, I would have noticed I was quite swollen. The 3rd one did eventually line up and start sending himself deeper into me, but only got halfway before I was pulled off his dick. Defeated, he started thrusting himself into my face, sometimes going down one side of my face, other times having swapped. He was sending rivers out the entire time, with him leaving his tip on my tongue, I got a new batch every time he pulled out before he pushed back in.
