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Once I’m fully seated on Gabe’s cock, Hank presses a hand on my back, bending me forward. “Lean down, luv. Let me prepare you.”

I comply, my breath hitching as Hank’s fingers trace down my spine, his touch firm yet gentle. He spreads my cheeks, and the cool slickness of lube sends a shiver of anticipation through me. His fingers slowly circle my tight entrance, the coolness of the lube contrasting with the heat of his touch.

He pushes a finger in, the pressure building as he stretches me, readying me for what’s to come. I can feel every movement, every slight adjustment, as he prepares me with a gentle yet insistent touch.

His finger moves in and out, slowly, deliberately, each motion sending ripples of pleasure mixed with a hint of discomfort.

“Relax, luv,” Hank murmurs, his voice a low, soothing whisper. “Let me in.”

He adds a second finger, the stretch intensifying, the sensation overwhelming. I take a deep breath, letting the feeling wash over me, trusting Hank’s guidance .

Gabe watches, his eyes darkening with desire as he moves his hips slightly, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he rasps, his voice a low, demanding growl. His hips jerk. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Hank’s fingers continue to prepare me, the coolness of the lube and the heat of his touch combining into an intoxicating contradiction. Ice and fire dance along my nerves, making me tremble. He moves with devastating precision—slow, deliberate—giving me time to adjust, watching my reactions with those eyes that miss nothing.

“That’s it, luv,” Hank whispers, his voice a low, approving rumble that vibrates through my body where his chest presses against my back. “You’re doing so well.”

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Gabe groans beneath me, his hips shifting slightly, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through my core. His hands grip my thighs, fingers pressing deep enough to leave marks—a silent promise of possession.

“Not yet, Gabe,” Hank commands, authority threading through each word like steel. “We take this slow.”

Gabe stills instantly, his grip on my hips tightening, muscles tensing beneath me—a silent acknowledgment of Hank’s control that sends a forbidden thrill racing down my spine.

When Hank withdraws his fingers, I feel suddenly empty, abandoned—aching for what’s to come. The air feels charged, every breath tight with anticipation.

Gabe lies beneath me, solid and still, his hands gripping my hips as I straddle him, my body pressed low, breasts brushing against the heat of his chest. His heart pounds beneath my skin, steady and grounding, tethering me in the moment.

Behind me, Hank shifts into position. His hands roam my back, soothing, commanding, as he adjusts for Gabe’s body beneath us. Then the brush of his legs against mine—strong, sure—as he straddles Gabe’s legs, locking us all together in a tangle of heat and muscle and intent .

The blunt pressure of him at my entrance makes my breath catch, muscles tensing in a mix of fear and raw, aching desire.

“Relax,” Hank murmurs against my shoulder, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. His breath fans hot across my dampened skin. “There will be a sting, a burn—but it will pass. Trust me to make this good for you.”

I nod, unable to form words as anxiety and desire war within me.

“Breathe through it,” he continues, one hand sliding up my spine to cup the nape of my neck. “I won’t hurt you—not in any way that doesn’t bring pleasure.”

His other hand grips my hip as he begins to push into me—an excruciatingly slow invasion that stretches me beyond what I thought possible. The burning sensation makes me gasp, my body instinctively trying to pull away.

“Stay,” Hank commands, his grip tightening, holding me in place. “The pain lasts but a moment. Focus on my voice, on Gabe’s touch.”

As if on cue, Gabe’s hands move to cup my face, drawing my attention to his eyes—dark with desire but soft with concern.

“We’ve got you,” he whispers, his thumbs brushing gentle circles along my cheekbones, a contrast to the tension vibrating through my body. “Just let it happen. Let us in.”

Then his lips find mine—slow, consuming, intentional. The kiss steals my breath, pulling me out of my head and into him , into the safety of his mouth, the heat of his body beneath me.

Behind me, Hank shifts his weight—deliberate, controlled. Gabe deepens the kiss, swallowing my gasp, holding me together while I surrender, piece by piece, to them.

The initial sharp pain transforms into something more complex—a fullness that stretches beyond physical sensation into something primal, ancient. My body trembles on the precipice between resistance and surrender as Hank holds perfectly still behind me, his breathing ragged against my neck. The tremendous effort of his restraint is evident in the tension radiating from his powerful frame.

Each heartbeat pulses through where we’re joined, my body gradually yielding, molding itself around both men in an impossible, exquisite connection.

“Gabe and I will do all the work,” Hank instructs, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl that ripples down my spine. His fingers dig into my hips with a bruising intensity, the slight pain anchoring me to reality when everything else threatens to dissolve into an overwhelming sensation. “Just let go and feel what we do to you. What only we can give you.”

Gabe’s hands slide from my face to my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples with torturous precision before pinching them sharply between calloused fingers. The sudden, bright sting of pleasure-pain shoots straight to my core, electric currents racing through my nervous system.

My mind latches onto this new sensation, the sharp, sweet intensity at my breasts drawing attention away from the burning stretch where Hank fills me. I arch involuntarily, greedy for more of that distracting pleasure, inadvertently driving Hank deeper into my body.

“That’s it,” Hank murmurs, approval darkening his tone as something wild flashes across his face. His jaw clenches, the muscle jumping beneath taut skin as his control visibly frays at the edges. “Surrender to it. To us. You were made for this—for us.”

“Feel good, sweetheart?” Gabe murmurs, voice thick and rough like gravel coated in honey. His eyes track every minute change in my expression, drinking in my responses like a man dying of thirst.

“Y-yes,” I manage, the single syllable fragmented by the overwhelming avalanche of sensations cascading through my system.

Hank starts to move, his pace steady and sure, each withdrawal and thrust precisely calibrated. With each controlled stroke, he claims more territory, sinking incrementally deeper into me. The initial discomfort transforms, mutating into something I’ve never experienced—pleasure of an entirely different quality, darker and more intense than anything I’ve known.

My nerves sing with unfamiliar feedback, my body discovering sensitivities I never knew existed.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my body quivering as I acclimate to the sensation of Hank filling me there while Gabe’s cock pulses insistently inside my pussy.

Beneath me, Gabe remains perfectly still, muscles trembling with the effort of restraint, his jaw clenched as he waits for permission to move. His fingers dig into my hips, steadying me even as his eyes burn with barely contained need, silently pleading with Hank for release from this exquisite torture.

The dual penetration creates a feedback loop of sensation, each subtle shift magnifying the other, pressure building in places I never knew could feel such pleasure. Every nerve ending fires simultaneously, sending contradictory signals of too much and not enough.

The combination is devastating, a potent cocktail of pleasure beyond my experience that steals my breath and scrambles my thoughts until nothing exists beyond the points where they possess me.

“Doing okay?” Hank checks, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control, though I can barely process his words, let alone form a coherent response.

“Mmm-hmm.” My eyes roll back, lids fluttering as my toes curl with the unfamiliar ecstasy building in my core.

My world narrows to sensation alone—fullness, pressure, the delicious friction of their bodies against mine, inside mine.

“Now, Gabe,” Hank’s command cuts through the haze of pleasure, the two syllables heavy with dark promise. His hand slides up my spine to grip the nape of my neck, claiming control of my entire body. “Fuck our girl. Show her she was made for us.”

Gabe matches Hank’s rhythm, their movements synchronizing into a devastating choreography that leaves me helpless between them. Each coordinated thrust fills me completely, stretching me to my physical and emotional limits.

The room echoes with the wet, primal sounds of our bodies joining, the symphony of flesh against flesh interspersed with my increasingly desperate moans and whimpers. The pleasure spirals tighter, building and cresting like a wave gathering impossible height before crashing.

“It’s… it’s too much,” I whimper, the dual sensations sending lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through my veins. I feel every inch of them, their cocks separated by that thin barrier inside me, th e friction and pressure as they move in counterpoint driving me toward the edge of sanity. “I’m going to come…”

“Then come, luv,” Hank commands, his voice rough and demanding, vibrating with authority that brooks no disobedience. “Take what we give you and fly.”

The permission unleashes something primal within me. Pleasure explodes outward from my core like a supernova, white-hot and all-consuming. My body convulses between them, inner muscles clamping down with brutal force as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me.

I’m dimly aware of my voice—high, broken sounds that barely sound human—as my consciousness fragments into pure sensation.

Their movements become more coordinated, more rhythmic, each thrust driving deeper into me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming.

“Fuck,” Gabe groans from beneath me, his body taut and coiled. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my breasts, his cock throbbing inside me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

His words send another spike of pleasure ripping through me, not a separate orgasm but a devastating extension of the first—the same cataclysmic wave rolling through my body, gathering new strength before crashing again with even greater force.

My vision dims at the edges, my body seizing with the intensity as aftershocks transform into renewed peaks. Each thrust drags them against hypersensitized nerves, turning me into a conduit for an endless circuit of pleasure so intense it borders on pain, drawing sounds from my throat I’ve never made before—raw, animal noises of surrender and desperate need.

The pleasure is an all-consuming wildfire raging through my body, incinerating all rational thought. I’m reduced to gasps and moans, writhing between them, a creature of pure sensation and desire. Their cocks command my body. Each thrust drives me deeper into oblivion, an endless rolling orgasm.

Beneath me, Gabe’s rhythm falters. His movements become erratic and desperate. His fingers bruise my skin as his grip tightens, his breathing ragged and harsh against my collarbone.

“Fuck, I can’t—” Gabe chokes out, his entire body going rigid. His head slams back against the pillow. His neck corded with strain, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure overwhelms him. He pulses inside me, hot and insistent, each throb triggering new spasms of pleasure through my over-sensitized body.

Hank growls in response, his pace increasing as Gabe trembles through his release. One hand slides up to grasp my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat to his mouth. His teeth find purchase on the sensitive junction where neck meets shoulder, the sharp sting driving me into another spiral of pleasure.

“Mine,” he snarls against my skin, his voice barely recognizable, stripped to its most primal elements. His hips snap forward with punishing force, each thrust pushing me higher, further, beyond what I thought my body could endure. The muscles in his arms stand out in stark relief as he holds me in place, using my body with single-minded determination.

He reaches his peak with a low, guttural sound that resonates through my bones. His entire frame shudders against my back, his release pulsing deep inside me in hot waves that seem endless. The sensation is exquisite, intimate in a way I’ve never experienced, marking me from the inside out.

Time loses meaning, stretching and compressing as I float in an ocean of pure sensation, anchored by their bodies surrounding mine, filling me, claiming me in the most fundamental way possible.

We stay like that for a moment, breaths mingling, our bodies pressed together, the heat of our passion slowly ebbing. Hank’s grip on my hips loosens, his hands moving to cup my cheek, his thumb gently tracing my lower lip, still swollen from his kisses.

“You did well, luv,” Hank murmurs, his voice rich with approval—and something deeper, possessive, wrapping around me like a brand. “Pleased us both beyond words.”

His fingers trace along my jaw, tilting my face up, forcing me to look at him—at the smirk curving his lips, the heat in his eyes. It’s more than satisfaction. It’s possession. Command. Pride.

“Now, did that hurt?” he asks, soft but unyielding. “All that worry for nothing, wasn’t it? ”

I breathe him in—his presence, his power, the way he led me through something I thought I couldn’t take and made me crave it.

“It felt … incredible .”

Gabe’s hands stroke lazy patterns along my spine as Hank refers to my first experience with anal penetration, his touches soothing the muscles still trembling from exertion.

“This is what happens when you trust us,” Gabe says, brushing sweat-damp hair from my forehead with unexpected tenderness. “When you surrender to us completely.”

Laughter bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me, surprising even myself with its lightness after such intensity.

“Maybe you should string me up and deny me pleasure more often,” I say, my voice hoarse from crying out. “If this is what happens after.”

The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning beyond their surface. This room—Gabe’s sanctuary of pain and pleasure, with its carefully arranged implements and reinforced fixtures—intimidated me when he first opened the door. Now, my words are more than afterglow banter; they’re an invitation, a doorway opening to his darkest desires.

Gabe goes utterly still beneath me, his breathing suspended momentarily as though my words have physically impacted him.

When his eyes meet mine, they’ve transformed—something primal and hungry flashing across his features, a predator given permission to hunt. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smile but something more dangerous, more promising.

“Careful,” Gabe whispers, voice dropping to a register I’ve never heard before—something ancient and predatory that reverberates through my bones. “You don’t know what you’re offering, sweetheart.”

His fingers trail up my side, no longer the soothing caress of a lover but the calculating assessment of someone contemplating possession. His pupils have dilated until only a thin ring of color remains, like looking into an abyss.

I swallow hard, and the rawness in my throat reminds me of how completely I lost control. Something shifts inside me—fear and desire tangling into an emotion I have no name for.

“I do.” I let the words hang between us like a contract written in blood.

His expression transforms, something feral breaking through the civilized veneer he maintains for the world. His fingers suddenly tighten against my ribs, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me of the strength he carefully restrains.

“I’ll consume you,” he says, each word precise and measured despite the wildness in his eyes. “Piece by piece. Until there’s nothing left that isn’t mine.” His thumb brushes my lower lip, deceptively gentle. “Until you can’t remember where your boundaries were before I erased them.”

Hank watches this exchange with hooded eyes, his hunger awakening anew as Gabe’s darkness unfurls between us.