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I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what’s to come as Arius lifts my chin. The mask he wears is so cold, so detached from everything, like he’s not even human anymore—just an unfeeling machine tasked with carrying out this unspeakable act. A shudder ripples through me at the sight of those icy depths devoid of anything resembling mercy or compassion.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I brace myself as Arius rocks back on his heels, lowering himself to sit in the dewy grass with a graceless thud. Before I can process what’s happening next, his hand snares my arm in an iron grip, hauling me forward with enough force to make me lose my balance, the drug Jace gave me still pulsing through my system.

Well, shite. This is it. No going back now.

My throat works convulsively as Arius’ free hand goes to his belt, thick fingers deftly working the buckle loose. With each passing second, denial chips away until the gravity of the situation slams home with brutal finality. There’s no escaping the inevitable conclusion awaiting me here, no matter how much I might rail against it.

Swallowing hard, I force my gaze downwards—watching with a sort of morbid fascination as Arius shoves his fatigues down far enough to bare his cock. It lays half-mast against his inner thigh, the Prince Albert piercing glinting dully in the moonlight filtering through the trees.

An unexpected rush of heat coils low in my belly at the sight, arousal spiking through my veins with all the subtlety of a freight train despite the shitty circumstances surrounding us. Because deep down, some perverse part of me is achingly aware this twisted fantasy is about to become reality—all four men taking me here in this secluded clearing.

It’d be hot as fuck if it wasn’t so absolutely terrifying and repulsive, the viewers on the other side of those fucking cameras no doubt getting their own jollies.

The realisation sends a tremor skating down my spine, shame and want warring for dominance as I drink in the sight of Arius’ thick length unfurling slightly. He’s not fully hard, but that changes nothing. My gaze darts towards the men looming over us, nerves alight with electric tension as my vision swims in and out of blurriness.

Hayes groans softly, the ragged exhalation drawing my stare to where Jace works his lover’s cock with smooth, practised strokes. The bigger man’s eyes are squeezed shut, jaw clenched against whatever sensations crest through him while Jace coaxes his arousal from semi-turgid to rigid fullness.

Rhys hovers nearby like a silent sentry, arms crossed over his chest and one cheek twitching subtly as he grinds his molars together. I wonder idly if this entire scenario is as uncomfortable for him as the rest of us, or if he finds some twisted gratification in participating. The thought sends another frisson of revulsion coupled with dark arousal skating across my hazy nerves.

My attention slurs back to Arius as he seizes my jaw in an iron grip, callused fingertips biting into my flesh until I’m forced to meet that glacial stare. Those turbulent depths glitter with something indefinable, but he doesn’t give me a chance to decipher whatever emotions might be swirling beneath that frigid mask.

With a brutal yank, Arius hauls me forward until my torso is braced against his widespread thighs, face hovering a scant inch from the semi-rigid length bobbing before me. The heavy musk of male sweat assaults my senses in a dizzying wave, forcing my lids to flutter as something molten and visceral ignites in the pit of my stomach.

Any lingering doubts or hesitation fracture beneath the onslaught of what I can only assume is primal need radiating from the four men surrounding me. My lips part in a reflexive reaction, body seeming to work on pure instinct as I angle my head to accept the thick cock nudging against my cheek.

Arius doesn’t need to provide further instruction or encouragement. I simply hollow my cheeks and take him into the slick heat of my mouth, tongue curling along the underside to lave lazy stripes from root to tip. A tremor rattles through his thighs as my lips meet the flared crown, tongue swirling over and around the curved piercing jutting from the slit.

I commit every nuanced sensation to memory—the silken steel dragging against my tastebuds, the slightly salty tang of precum beading at the tip, the subtle ridges and veins standing in stark relief as he continues to stiffen. My free hand drifts up to cup Arius’ sac, fingertips gently massaging and rolling the stones in my palm.

I take a deep, steadying breath as Arius’ thick length fills my mouth to capacity. The weight of his cock rests heavy on my tongue, the blunt cockhead nudging against the back of my throat with each languid bob of my head. My cheeks hollow with suction, coaxing more blood-flow as I lavish attention on the sensitive crown.

Each exquisite detail sears itself into my memory—the way Arius’ abdomen tenses with every swirl of my tongue along the frenum ladder, the subtle twitch of each piercing dragging deliciously across my tastebuds, the heady musk of his arousal clogging my senses until I’m more dizzy with it than whatever fucked up, watered down date rape drug Jace injected into me.

Time seemingly stands still, the only anchors being the ragged cadence of Arius’ breathing and the rhythmic glide of his cock between my lips. I lose myself to the sensations—the silken heat enveloping me, the faint tremors rippling through those powerful thighs bracketing my shoulders, the salty tang of his essence coating my tongue.

Before I’m fully prepared, calloused fingers fist into my hair, wrenching me off Arius’ steel-rigid length with a sinful pop. I suck in a desperate breath, eyelids fluttering open to blearily try and focus on his dead stare boring into me with an intensity that steals the very air from my lungs.

His touch gentles as he hauls me fully into his lap, knees bracketing those lean hips as I settle atop the velvety length trapped between us. Not a single word passes those chiselled lips, Arius’ jaw locked too tightly to allow any utterances to slip free.

Instead, he simply rocks forward, guiding my hips down with one broad palm splayed across the small of my back. I whine high in my throat as the thick crown parts my slick labia, those wicked barbells stretching me wide around the substantial girth. What little lubrication we have does fuck all to ease the glide, my inner walls protesting the sudden invasion even as that coil of arousal tightens low in my belly.

My whimper pitches higher as Arius surges upward, pulling me down on the same stroke, sheathing himself balls-deep with one punishing thrust. I cling to those broad shoulders, nails biting crescents into his flesh while my inner muscles flutter uselessly around the pulsing heat impaling me.

Once buried to the hilt, Arius stills, gaze flicking over my shoulder to silently beckon the others into the fray. Movement in my periphery draws my attention—Rhys shucking down his fatigues as Jace and Hayes round the pair of us, stroking their own impressive cocks in tandem with lazy pulls.

My breath hitches at the hunger simmering in their eyes, tongues trailing along lower lips in rapt appreciation of the debauchery unfolding around them.

“Oh fuck…” The words slither free on a tremulous exhale, dread and anticipation warring within me as Rhys settles on his knees behind me. I glance over my shoulder to find him stroking his impressive length, those shrewd emerald eyes tracking every aborted shift of my hips atop Arius’ cock.

“Ever had it in the arse, princess?” Rhys rumbles, voice pitched low enough for my ears alone.

“O-Once or—mmph, fuck… ” I nibble my lower lip, spine arching as his thumb breaches my back entrance with a slight burning ache, “t-twice…”

Rhys exhales a heavy breath laced with something akin to frustration rather than pleasure. But he doesn’t argue or pause to question my experience level. Just slicks his cock with more saliva and nudges that broad tip against my tight furl as I brace myself for the dual penetration.

“Breathe,” Rhys rumbles, the endearment both soothing and condescending all at once. “Just breathe through it.”

I barely have a chance to process his advice before Arius tips backward, his spine carving a long line against the dewy grass. All the breath whooshes from my lungs as the angle shifts, pitching me forward until I’m laying atop his chest while Arius’ thick shaft buries itself impossibly deeper.

The strangled whine tearing free of my throat bleeds into a low moan of pleasure-pain as something hot and blunt presses against my neglected back entrance. I instinctively tense, every muscle cord snapping taut as Rhys’ slick cockhead breaches that sacred barrier with one unhurried push.

“Breathe, ,” Rhys intones once more, sinking into me by torturous increments. Each shallow thrust carves me open wider, the stretch so exquisite it steals what little coherency remains to me.