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She never planned to have her throat slit by her father. Never dreamed she would almost bleed out on the kitchen floor. She never thought she would be saved by a cannibalistic serial killer and the profiler hunting him.
He eased forward and lightly brushed the tip of his tongue to her clit, and Abby gasps, shaking, chest heaving as he licks her again. She let out a long sigh of pleasure as he brushes his tongue up and down the folds of her wet pussy lips, lingering when he came to her clit.
She tries not to squirm, Hannibal holds her firm when Will swirls his tongue over clit. She began to writhe in ecstasy, held by Hannibal as Will kept licking, sucking, teasing her. Eventually he buried his face in her wet warmth, licking her until he pulls him up so he hovers over her.
“Will, please,” Abigail pleads with doe sweet eyes, palming his flushes cheeks as he leans over her, his lips inches from hers. Will slides into her, she gasps as he suddenly fills her, laying back against Hannibal's chest where his fingers tease her pink nipples.
Will pull all the way out, paused and then plunged back into her. She let out a loud moan, turning her face into Hannibal's neck before getting a kiss from him. She never thought Hannibal would teacher how to hunt, and Will how to fish. How they would kiss her and cuddle her, and how they became the little murder family that she would kill to keep.
Will began a pleasant rhythm, still slow but establishing good sensual feelings through both of their bodies. Hannibal lightly tugs on her perky nipples, mouthing at her neck, and when he looks down at Will’s cock when he pulls out, his hardness aches when he sees her slickness against his flesh as it pushed and probed into and out of her tight passage.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?” Hannibal twists her nipples, and Abigail cries out in pleasure, his lips begging for a kiss which he gives her.
Abigail moans, one hand reaching up to Will's shoulder to hold on as his hips grind. “Feels so good, daddy. He's gonna make me come.”
Will leans in to kiss her as she pushes her pelvis up at his, trying to get him in deeper. The heat and the tightness of her wet pussy has him stealing kiss after kiss as he pumps his hips, and she can feel every ridge and bump on his cock that ravaged and plundered her pussy.
“He is so good to me daddy,” her words were slurred with pleasure.
Hannibal's fingers tease her breasts, and she felt the increased bulge in size of Will’s cock, and she comes, Hannibal holds her to his chest as she cries in pleasure, quivering until she sinks down onto Hannibal's chest, spent from a warm orgasm. Will thrusts in deep one last time and his cock throbs, his body ridged as he spills into her, and he pants in exhaustion before collapsing onto her, breathing harshly. Abigail pets him softly, and Hannibal rubs his back, cooing at him as he comes down from his high.
Once Will and Abby have gotten Hannibal off as well, both nearly bickering like children over who got to suck his cock until they both enjoy the treat together, then they cuddle up together.
Abby never thought this is what her life would be, snuggled between a cannibal and an profiler, but when they each kiss her and hug her, embracing her in such tenderness, she feels safe and warm, and she succumbs to the bliss that only her killer daddies can offer her.
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