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“It…it’s all right,” she panted, her own hips beginning to move in counterpoint to his, meeting his thrusts.“Youcan…can come in me,Bright.Goon—fill me up with your cream.”

That was all the permission he needed.Thelast of his control shattered.

“Gods,Ican’t help myself, sweetheart,” he groaned, his voice cracking.Hedrove into her one last time—burying himself to the hilt—and held there as his pleasure tore through him.

It was a torrent—a hot, pumping gush of his seed that flooded her depths—jet after jet after jet, until at lastBrightwas spent and shuddering.Gasping, he collapsed over her, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he fought for breath.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, connected—the only sounds, their ragged breathing and the persistent hum of the drone.Brightcould feel the frantic beat ofNoelle’sheart against his chest—the aftershocks of her own pleasure quivering around his still-hard cock.

Unable to speak, he pressed a kiss to her damp temple—a silent vow of gratitude and possession.

The moment was shattered byThune’sgrating voice.

“You’ve had your turn in your female’s pussy,” he announced.“Nowit’s time for your friend to stretch her out.Butfirst, get up on your knees and spread your legs, little female.”Hemotioned atNoellewith the remote.“Goon—do it.”

Reluctantly,Brightpulled out, the sight of his own creamy cum immediately beginning to seep from her well-used opening sending a fresh, possessive thrill through him.

Noelle—looking dazed and thoroughly debauched—scrambled to obey, moving onto her hands and knees.Herfull, beautiful breasts swayed heavily beneath her and, as she spread her legs as commanded,Brightsaw that her nipples were dripping—heavy drops of rich, amber nectar beading and falling to spatter on the black mattress below.

At the same time, his cream trickled out of her puffy, reddened pussy, coating her inner thighs in a glistening, lewd trail.Itwas clear that the little human had been thoroughly fucked…and that she needed to be fucked again.Becausethe pink drink they’d taken was still working on all of them,Brightthought grimly.

The drone circled them again, its lens zooming in on the mingled fluids andNoelle’sdripping nipples.

“What’s this?”Thune’smiddle head leaned forward, intrigued.“Doyou have full breasts, little female?Wellthen, let’s have the boys suck them.Can’tlet that sweet nectar go to waste.”Hemotioned impatiently atBrightandBurn.

Burn frowned, a low growl rumbling in his chest, but the fight was gone from his posture.Thethreat of the shock collar was one thing, but the pink drink was still singing in their blood—a siren call of relentless need.Thesight ofNoelle, presented so perfectly, her body offering both the evidence ofBright’spossession and the promise of her own sweet relief, was a temptation neither of them could resist.

They moved together, helpingNoelleto raise up onto her knees, her back straight.Shewas trembling, her skin flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded.Shemade no protest to what they were about to do—instead, she thrust her breasts out, as though offering herself to them both.

NeitherBrightnorBurncould resist the invitation.Withouta word, as if drawn by an invisible force, they both bent their heads to her chest.

Bright took the right nipple into his mouth, the familiar, honeyed taste of her nectar exploding on his tongue, richer and sweeter than ever before, fueled by her arousal and the recent, intense orgasm.HeheardBurngroan as he latched onto the left—a sound one of pure, primal satisfaction.

They sucked, gently at first—then with increasing hunger—drawing the sweet relief from her body, their hands stroking her back and hips, anchoring her between them as she cried out, her body bowing between their mouths, lost in the dual, relentless pleasure of having her nipples sucked and her breasts emptied by two eager mouths.

Bright wondered when this would end…perhaps never.

For now, he was lost in their mutual pleasure and shame.

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BURN

The taste ofNoelle’snectar rolled acrossBurn’stongue—a cloying, honey-sweet reminder of the violation they were all enduring.Thepink drink was a fire in his blood—a relentless demand that warred with the cold knot of self-loathing in his gut.Hewas still sucking her breast—it was a tender, intimate act twisted into a public spectacle for the monster who was filming them.

WhenThunegrew tired of watching the two of them nurse from her, he waved a dismissive hand.

“Enough of that.Lowerher to her hands and knees again,” the middle head commanded.“You,” he pointed a thick, filthy finger atBurn.“Getbehind her.Let’ssee how the little female handles a thicker cock.Spreadher thighs wide and fuck her deep and hard.”

A red haze of pure fury descended overBurn’svision.Hestraightened up, his body trembling not with fear, but withRage.Hemet theTrollox’ssix-eyed gaze, his own eyes blazing and his vision obscured by a curtain of blood-red.

“I’m not going to fucking hurt her just so you can get your rocks off, you sick fuck!”Thewords were a guttural snarl, ripped from a place deep inside him that still clung to honor.

Thune’s three faces contorted into identical expressions of displeasure.Heraised the silver remote, pointing it directly atBurn.Thelow hum from the collar around his neck intensified, a promise of agony.

“Do what we say, piggy-wig, or we won’t just shock you—” he swung the remote to point atNoelle, whose eyes widened in terror, “—We’llshockher, too.”

The threat was a physical blow.Burn’sfists clenched, his nails digging into his palms as theRageinside him roared.