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B unny crawls by my side as we move into the dark main room, then I have her sit on her heels and wait like a good little pet she is.

The door creaks open. Heavy sets of feet stomp across the wooden floor, dirt and old, dried leaves trailing behind. And then, a body hits the ground with a loud thump.

The kid coughs, groaning, already bloodied. Doruun shoves him, hooves clicking on the floorboards as he works with the rope, fastening him securely in place.

Zhyra moves to light a few candles around. The fire flickers against the rough-hewn logs, casting long, writhing shadows. Mark’s tied to that old wooden chair, his clothes ripped, leaving him naked, his skin a mess of red slashes from my brothers’ claws.

He looks up, dazed, and his eyes immediately lock onto Bunny. The horror in his face? Delicious.

And then there’s she.

My sweet, trembling little bunny, kneeling at my feet like she belongs there. Because she does.

“Bunny, darling,” I purr. “You remember your new friend, don’t you?"

Her eyes are wild, wet, panicked. She shakes her head weakly, but I know she remembers.

She’s the reason he’s here.

“Ghost,” she breathes, voice raw. “What the hell are you doing?”

I ignore her, stepping closer to the chair where he sits.

I grab him by the nape, my fingers digging deep into his flesh, holding him like a caught animal. He tries to fight it, but I’m too strong.

“Look at her.”

He whimpers, but I drag him forward with the chair until he’s inches from her, forcing him to look at her—at her bared, violated body, leashed and vulnerable, coated in wax, in sweat, in her own juices.

“I said—look at her.”

And he does.

I watch his pupils expand. I smell the shift in his blood—the rush of fear, of shame, of something filthier. Even now, bound, terrified, he wants her.

She’s exposed, shivering, but she’s not trying to cover herself. Good girl. She knows better. Or maybe she’s just frozen in place. Either way, she looks sweet enough to eat.

“See how fucking pretty she is when she obeys?” I growl, my voice rough, edged with something dark and hungry.

Mark’s trying not to stare—or pretending—but he’s breathing hard, naked, already half-hard despite himself. Pathetic fucker can’t help it.

I grin behind my mask and move around and tighten my grip on the leash, making her gasp. “Lick my boots, Bunny.”

A whimper escapes her, but she doesn’t hesitate. She bends forward, her pink tongue darting out, lapping at the dirt and dried blood caked on my boot like she’s desperate for it. The chain rattles as she moves, the sound mixing with Mark’s ragged breathing.

“Fuck,” Varekka mutters from the corner, shifting where he stands. I don’t have to look to know he’s palming himself.

They’re all restless, all aching. The room’s thick with it—the scent of fear and arousal, the kind of tension that coils tight before it snaps.

When Bunny’s done with the boots, I yank the leash, forcing her head up. “Now unzip me.”

Her fingers shake as she reaches for my jeans, fumbling with the button, the zipper. The second she pulls my cock free, Mark groans—like he can’t help it. Like he’s already imagining her lips wrapped around him instead. His dick betrays him, twitching against his thigh.

I laugh, low and mean. “You want her to suck you off, Mark? That’s too bad. She’s mine.”

I fist Bunny’s hair and drag her onto me. She gags immediately, tears spilling down her cheeks as I push deep, holding her there until her throat flutters around me. “Such a good little slut,” I croon, pulling her back just to shove her down again. “Look at her, Mark. Look how she takes it.”

And fuck, he is. His cock’s fully hard now, leaking against his stomach. Disgusting.

Bunny’s crying in earnest, spit and tears slicking her chin, but she doesn’t fight. She never fights. Just takes it, just obeys. I let her suck me for another minute, watching Mark’s face twist with jealousy and lust, before I finally pull her off with a wet pop.

“That’s enough,” I purr, yanking the leash until she stumbles to her feet. “Don’t want him jizzing all over my floor.”

I spin her around, my hands rough on her tits, squeezing hard enough to make her whine. “Show him what he can’t have.”

She’s shaking as I manhandle her, spreading her legs, forcing her to arch her back so Mark can see every inch—the curve of her waist, the swell of her ass, the glint of the plug nestled between her cheeks.

I land a sharp smack on her ass, the sound cracking through the cabin.

Her skin flushes pink under my palm, and Mark actually whimpers.

“You like that?” I sneer, spanking her again, harder. “Like seeing her like this? All spread out, all mine?”

Mark doesn’t answer. Doesn’t have to. His cock jerks, and that’s answer enough.

I can’t wait anymore.

I grab Bunny by the thighs and lift her, her back pressed to my chest, her legs spread wide in my grip. She’s right at Mark’s eye level now, close enough that he can smell her—the musk of her pussy, the sweet juices I know are dripping out of her.

“Watch,” I snarl at him. Then I slam into her.

Bunny cries out, her body clamping around me, tight as a vise.

The plug in her ass, stretching her, making her feel even fucking better around my cock.

The piercings along the underside of my shaft drag against her walls, and I know she feels it—know it’s tearing her between pain and pleasure because she’s sobbing, but her cunt is gripping me like she never wants me to leave.

“Fuck, you see that, Mark?” I grind into her, making her moan. “See how tight she is? How soaking wet?”

I don’t go slow. I fuck her hard, like a doll in my arms, her body jolting in my grip. The sounds are filthy—skin slapping, Bunny’s choked cries, Mark’s ragged panting. My brothers are circling now, growling, their claws digging into their own thighs just to keep from touching.

“Look how hard he is for you,” I whisper into her ear. “Leaking. Making a mess. You enjoy that, don’t you? To see him lust over you even when you’re being fucked by another man. Filthy little bunny, loves being a show.”

Her cunt flutters around me, giving me the answers I need.

“Look at all of them. Stroking their cocks because of you. They all want you, baby.”

She moans and her hips buck against my thrusts.

“You want them to take turns on you again, don’t you? You fucking loved how they wrecked your body.”

Her breath hitches, and I know she’s close.

“That’s it. Cum on my cock like the good little whore you are.”

She shatters with a broken scream, her body clamping down on me.

I lose it then, fucking into her through her orgasm, my own release roaring up my spine.

I bury myself deep, spilling inside her, a hot, pulsing flood that fills her to the very brim.

The sensation is electric, a primal satisfaction that ripples through me as I feel her body shudder in response.

Her pussy contracts around me, milking every last drop, and I let out a low, guttural groan that echoes in the dimly lit room.

The air is thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something darker, something metallic and ancient that clings to me like a second skin.

As I catch my breath, my gaze snaps to Mark. I can hear the rapid thud of his heartbeat, the shallow gasps of his breath. He’s trying to keep his composure, but his trembling gives him away. He’s terrified and yet so fucking turned on, he must feel like going crazy.

Good. I want him broken.

I want him to know his place.

I slip my dick out of her pussy with a wet, obscene sound, but I keep her spread open in my arms, her back pressed firmly against my chest. Her head lolls on my shoulder, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants. She’s pliant in my grasp, her body still humming with the aftershocks of my possession.

I step closer to the chair. “Clean up,” I order Mark, my tone leaving no room for argument.

He hesitates, his eyes darting between her glistening folds and my mask. I can see the conflict in his expression—the shame, the reluctance, the flicker of defiance that he’s too weak to act on.

“Suck that cum out. Now,” I snap, my voice sharp enough to make him flinch.

With a shuddering breath, he leans forward and seals his mouth over her dripping pussy. The sight is vile and beautiful at the same time—his humiliation, her submission, the way her body twitches as his tongue tentatively flicks against her.

“Yeah, taste who owns that fucking cunt,” I sneer, my words dripping with venom.

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t stop. I can practically hear the gears turning in his head, his ego crumbling with every second.

But it’s not enough. He’s too hesitant, too clumsy.

I can feel Bunny’s disappointment as she doesn’t seem to be finding any pleasure in his lack of skill, and I can’t resist twisting the knife.

“Not as good as when I eat your pussy out, hm?”

She moans, a soft, breathy sound that sends a thrill through me. My words excite her more than whatever the fuck he’s doing with his tongue. Her pulse quickens, her body arching slightly as she rubs against his face.

“Look at her, she’s bored, you useless pathetic piece of shit,” I growl, my voice rising with each word. “You’re not even worth the air you’re breathing.”

Khalok steps closer, his massive, grizzly-like frame casting a shadow over Mark. Without a word, he grabs a fistful of Mark’s hair and shoves him deeper into her, suffocating him.

Mark’s muffled gasp is music to my ears.

“Ride his face, baby,” Khalok rumbles, his voice a deep, commanding baritone that sends a physical shiver down Bunny’s spine.

She obeys, grinding her hips in my grasp as Mark struggles to keep up. His tongue moves more frantically now, but it’s still not good enough. I can feel her frustration, the way her body tenses as she seeks the release that only I can give her.