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Ghost spits across my ass, and his fingers brush over my tender, gaping hole. Teasing. Exploring. A muffled sob catches in my throat when he pushes a finger inside me, slow and deliberate.

A deep, satisfied hum rumbles from his chest. “I love breaking in something new.” He adds a second finger, inching it past the tight muscle.

I shake my head, my body rigid, my stomach clenches. But his fingers move, slowly at first, careful, coaxing sensations I’ve never known. The stretch is strange, friction foreign, but not unbearable. The hook did its job preparing me, and now every stroke opens me up further.

“Fuck, look at that sweet ass,” Zhyra purrs, his clawed hand palming his barbed shaft. “I bet she feels like heaven.”

Ghost eases in a third finger. “She’s still so goddamn tight,” he growls, and his pace changes, growing faster, more insistent.

The pleasure builds, twisting, warping into something that terrifies me, something I can’t want—but I do.

Ghost knows. “That’s it. You’re not strong enough to resist us. So stop fighting,” he murmurs, his free hand twisting in my hair, pulling, forcing my gaze up.

And I see them. His brothers , or whoever— whatever —they truly are. Watching, stroking themselves, still fixated.

A fresh wave of humiliation washes over me, but my body is only loving this more. My hips roll against his hand, chasing the forbidden release.

“Look how desperate she is,” Doruun rumbles. “Such a perfect little slut.”

Ghost stops. The sudden absence is so jarring that I gasp, my whole body seizing in confused frustration.

“Not yet, baby.” He snaps his fingers, and Zhyra moves in a flash, handing him something.

Then— crack .

A sharp, stinging slap lands across my ass, making me jolt. Not his hand, but leather. Probably the paddle.

I bite down on the gag, my muffled cry lost beneath his satisfied hum.

The paddle cuts the air again, landing on my flesh harder, certainly leaving a red stripe.

Again.

And again.

Until my skin is burning, hot and tingling, and my pussy instinctively grinds against his knee, seeking friction, heat, anything to ground me.

“What a snack!” Khalok hisses. “Oh, she’s loving this.”

“Damn, look at her cunt dripping,” Vareka adds, and I can hear his mouth watering in his voice.

Suddenly, Ghost’s hands grip my waist, firm and unyielding, and I’m lifted effortlessly, my body rearranged like a doll in his grasp.

My back presses against his chest, the heat of him searing through my skin even as my bound arms strain behind me.

My legs fall open over his lap, spread wide, and I feel the cool air of the room brush against my bared pussy, making me shiver.

He shifts slightly in the chair, adjusting us both until I’m perched over his hips, my feet resting on his knees. The position forces me to look ahead, and my breath hitches as I’m left on display, utterly exposed. And yet there’s a strange, twisted thrill in the way they watch me.

Their glowing eyes pierce through me with an intensity that makes my stomach twist. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their hands stroking their cocks fill the space, a lewd symphony that sends a flush of heat creeping up my neck.

My pulse quickens, my skin tingling with a mix of fear and anticipation as Ghost’s cock slides against my soaked slit, thick and heavy. The sensation is electric, my pussy fluttering with excitement as my juices coat him, glistening in the dim sunlight.

But he doesn’t give me what I crave. Instead, he aligns the tip of his cock with my other hole and smears his leaking precum over the sensitive rim. I barely have time to take a breath before he pushes in, slow but relentless, the stretch burning as he fills me inch by inch.

I cry out through the gag, my muffled sobs echoing in the room as tears stream down my cheeks. His girth is too much, the piercings along the underside of his cock scraping against my walls, sending sharp jolts of pain and pleasure through me.

Ghost doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a moment to adjust. His presence behind me is overwhelming, his dominance undeniable as he claims me in front of them.

“Fuck, Bunny,” his voice a low, possessive growl in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Your virgin ass feels amazing. So tight, so perfect… Just a little more. Open up for me, baby.”

His words are filthy, degrading, and yet they send a jolt of heat straight to my core. I hate how much I love it, how my body responds to him despite the pain.

He grabs my thighs, spreading me even wider, and I feel him impaling me deeper, his thick cock stretching me to the limit. I’m trembling, my muscles clenching around him as I struggle to take him.

“Varekka,” he calls, his voice rough with desire.

The werewolf steps forward, his muscular legs bend unnaturally, ending in clawed paws that click against the floor. His slick fur is a mix of grey, white, and black, and his cock is fully erect, red and dripping, the knot at the base swollen with need.

His yellow eyes glow with hunger, and he licks his muzzle with a long, wet tongue, sharp teeth glinting. As terrifying as he is, I can’t help but find this beast beautiful.

All of them are.

Varekka drops to his knees in front of the chair, and with Ghost still buried deep inside my ass, he grips my thighs, pressing my knees to my chest as he leans in.

The first swipe of his tongue against my slit is electric, a jolt of pleasure that makes me moan through the gag.

He laps at me like an animal, his tongue rough and relentless, and I can feel my body loosening, surrendering to the sensations.

“There’s nothing quite like a wolf’s tongue on your pussy, is there?” Ghost taunts, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

Varekka devours me with a feral intensity, his canines nipping at my folds, drawing tiny beads of blood that only seem to excite him more. His claws leave crescent-shaped marks on my flesh, his tongue curling around my oversensitive, swollen clit before dipping lower, plunging into my core.

I’m trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps as a new orgasm builds inside me, until I shatter. My release gushing out in waves, flowing between us and helping Ghost’s cock to slide deeper with each thrust. The pleasure is intoxicating.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “Doesn’t it feel good to be stretched by Daddy’s cock?”

I only moan through the gag, my head falling back against his shoulder. This is too much. All of it is too much.

Varekka straightens, his knot fully formed, pulsing, as he strokes himself. With just a few rough jerks, he comes, thick ropes of cum splattering across my harnessed chest, painting my tits.

“Oh, look,” Ghost says, his voice dripping with amusement. “You made him cum just from tasting your sweet little cunt.”

But there’s no break. Zhyra is already behind him, his barbed cock throbbing and leaking precum. He pushes Varekka aside, his emerald eyes gleaming with lust as he grips his cock, aligning it with my center.

The first thrust is brutal, his barbs catching on my sensitive flesh as he forces himself inside me. I scream through the gag, tears streaming down my face as I feel impossibly full, both of my holes stretched to their limits.

“Fuck! She takes it like a dream,” Zhyra purrs, his voice a low, predatory growl. His fluffy tail rubs against my clit, making my pussy clench tighter around his shaft. “You feel how tightly she’s squeezing us both, brother?”

Ghost’s voice is a constant in my ear, his words filthy and degrading, praising me for how well I’m taking them, how good I feel around their cocks. Varekka watches with fascination, his cock already hard again as he continues stroking himself.

Then, Khalok looms over us, his massive form casting a shadow over the chair. His rough, calloused paws unclip the gag, removing the ball from my mouth.

My jaw aches, drool dripping down my chin as I gasp for air, but he doesn’t give me a moment to recover.

“What a mess you are. Spit on that cock,” he demands.

I obey, covering his shaft with my saliva before his thick, flared crown presses against my lips, and I have no choice but to open for him.

“Good fucking girl.” He thrusts into my mouth with a growl of satisfaction, his clawed hand clasping around my neck as he fucks my face with brutal force. I feel each bump and grove of his cock against my tongue, his head hitting he back of my throat with each thrust.

“Mmmm, let me hear you choke on my brother’s cock while he fucks that tight little throat.” Ghost rasps, his voice deep and guttural. “That’s how I love to have you—all your holes stuffed full, yet still greedy for more.”

I shut my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations—the piercing of Ghost’s cock in my ass, the barbs of Zhyra’s cock in my pussy and softness of fur teasing my clit, the roughness of Khalok in my mouth.

Varekka’s cock slaps against my breast as he chases another orgasm, his claws leaving marks on my skin.

And when Zhyra forces his knot inside me, locking us together, I shatter again, my release gushing out as he fills me.

Ghost impales me one final time, his hips flush against my ass as he comes deep inside me.

Khalok’s grip on my throat tightens, his cock stilling in my throat as he roars, flooding my mouth with his cum.

My vision is spotting, but I feel being lifted and moved onto a body below me, my hands digging into thick fur. Then, my cunt is being stretched all over again as I’m straddling Doruun.

“Yes, ride that cock like a good little fuckdoll,” he urges as his hands spread my ass cheeks, helping me bounce on him.

Once we find a rhythm, Varekka kneels behind me, his cock slowly slipping into my other hole. His howl dies on a nip at my neck, his clawed hands palming my tits.

“You feel so perfect, little rabbit. Look at you taking both of us so beautifully,” he growls, rutting against Doruun’s deep thrusts. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

I’m broken, feeling used, like a toy in their hands.

And yet every nerve in my body is on high alert as I respond just the way they want me to.

They shame me for it, their words cutting deep as they degrade and humiliate me.

And they praise me for it, with so much love and care that my mind can’t keep up.

It’s so confusing. Everything is a haze of pleasure and pain.

But through it all, I can’t deny the sick, twisted satisfaction of being theirs—completely and utterly owned.

And I never want it to stop.