I didn’t dare bite down, because a bite from them would do far more damage to me than I could do to them. Eventually he bottomed out, and judging by how I could not feel his body pressed against mine, and how much I had stuffed in my throat, I had about half of him crammed into my snatch. Quickly, I realized there was a problem. That was far more than I had ever wanted, but less than he desired. Another one, this one silver, had gotten impatient at not getting any action, grabbed me by an ankle, and with no more effort that I would have in ripping the shell off a lobster, started tearing off the rest of my armor, leaving only my ankles and wrists covered, with a few rags here and there. I had thought that the series of micro orgasms from the initial penetration was strong, but it had nothing on this peak. As futile as it was, I tried to make a run for the gap between them with my pack,
