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I know it’s because we all fear we may never kiss each other again – that our bodies may be burned and turned to ash, and that we may be taken by the wind and separated for all eternity.

Haleon removes his finger from my ass, and though it’s a shameful desire, I feel empty already. My eyes roll back as his huge thick cockhead presses against my asshole instead, so slick with his Aurelian pre-cum that my tight ring offers no resistance against this rock-hard intruder.

Together, front and rear, they fuck me in hard, powerful thrusts.

Then Stryker and Haleon squat, lowering me to the ground, and Stryker lays back against the stone floor of the cavern, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy.

Haleon kneels behind me, still rutting me, his cock surging as he fucks my ass.

Brigg then stands, his cock standing straight out. I gasp, aching for it. My lips are the perfect height for him to enter my mouth, and I let him – hungry for his cock.

Brigg’s pre-cum tastes soright -and finally I am filled by all three of the men I love.

I try to moan out in the intense pleasure, but I can only gag around Brigg’s huge dick as spit and cum drools down my chin.

Nothing matters in this moment exceptus.

They fuck me as one, their minds merging in the Bond and taking me like their lives depended on it.

In some ways, theydo.

Haleon reaches around me, pinching my nipples hard as he growls in my ear, his huge dick stretching my ass to the very limit.

Stryker, meanwhile, reaches up and grips my hips – forcing me down onto his massive dick. His thrusts are so hard that they almost hurt, as he fills me deeper than anything I ever thought I could take.

I cum hard, my orgasm rippling over my body and making every muscle twitch as my pussy contracts, milking Stryker’s dick.

Yet, he isn’t even close to being finished. The three of them are still rock-hard, and they fuck me harder and harder, causing my orgasm to continue, flowing into a second. I can’t stop as golden pleasure washes over me again and again, and I almost black out from the intensity of the sensation. I want to scream out their names – but I’m gagged by Brigg’s huge dick as they ravish me.

Finally, when I can hardly think from the pleasure, the three men finally cum all at once, and I am in heaven once more as they flood my holes with their seed, perhaps for the last time.

I lay there in the afterglow of orgasm, held by their bodies, and all I want is for this moment to last forever. Tomorrow, though, we’ll be in the northern lands – to meet the destiny I’ve been working towards for thirty years.

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“Ionce fought a northern tribesman. Unarmed combat. He was tough. It was a draw. They’ll not suffer intrusions on their land lightly.”

I speak in a hushed voice, even though we’re still safe in our cave. When we first left Ripper and the caverns of the main tribe, we deliberately chose to live at the northern border of our tribe’s territory. Up north, there are fewer animals to hunt and more animals that try to hunt you – but that’s the kind of challenge that appealed to us.

Further north, though, those challenges become even more extreme. It’s led to the northern tribesman being thinner, leaner, and even more prone to violence than our tribe.

As day breaks, the four of us set off north at a quick pace, all of us wanting to cover as much ground as possible. The waiting is the worst part. The anticipation of battle with the dragon is a dull tendril of horror deep in our minds. I can feel the auras of Brigg and Stryker in the back of my mind. We all have the same resolute emptiness before a battle for our lives.The air changes as we go north. Nearer to our home, it’s hot, wet and humid. The farther north we travel, the more acrid the air becomes, the ground going from wet-packed earth to scorched dirt and rock.

It becomes more sparse, too – and I wish there was more cover as we travel further. But the open, dirt plains work in our favor. Other predators can’t stalk or hide from us any more than we can from them.

The only real danger comes from above – but to the best of our knowledge and experience, the dragon doesn’t like to hunt early in the morning.

Although not too long ago, the dragon didn’t like to hunt in the late day, either. It could change its habits once again today.

As we travel further north, we’re eventually challenged by a triad of northern tribesmen.

“Halt!” Yells the first, brandishing an Orb-Spear. We don’t draw our weapons, though it puts us at a disadvantage if these lean, wiry Aurelians decide to attack.