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“Ah!Dios!Sodeep!”

Her curvy little body shook with each impact, her heavy breasts swaying, her cries becoming a continuous, broken litany of gasps and moans.Shepressed her face intoBright’schest, hiding her expression, trying to absorbBurn’sdeep, rough fucking, her fingers clutching at theLightTwin’sshoulders.

It seemed to last an eternity andBurnhated himself with every fiber of his being.

I wishIcould stop.IwishIcould be gentle.Iwish this was different.

But thanks to the drug he’d been forced to drink, his body betrayed him.Thefriction wastoogood, her tightness too perfect.Thebase, animal urge to claim her, to fill her, to mark her as his, was a roaring inferno in his blood, fanned to an uncontrollable blaze.

It’s that fucking pink drink,he thought.It’smade me lose all fucking control.Thisisn’t me.Thisisn’t whoIam.

“Come in her!”Thunecommanded in his grating voice, slamming his tankard down for emphasis.“Fillthe little female’s pussy with your cream.Wewant to see it spilling out of her when you’re finished!”

The command was the final push.Burn’scontrol, already frayed to a single, taut thread, snapped.Hecouldn’t stop himself.Aguttural roar ripped from his throat—a sound of anguish and ecstasy.HegrippedNoelle’ships with bruising force, shoved himself to the hilt in her soft, unresisting pussy, and held there.

And then it happened.Astrong, fluttering, rhythmic clenching deep inside her—a sudden, desperate suction that felt like her inner walls were actively milking him.Itwas her orgasm, triggered by the brutal, relentless stimulation.

The feeling was his undoing.

With a final, broken groan,Burncame.Heerupted inside her—a hot, pumping flood that seemed to have no end.Jetafter jet of his seed gushed deep into her womb, each pulse wracking his big frame with violent shudders.Hepoured himself into her, filling her, claiming her in the most primitive way possible, until he was utterly spent, his cum flooding her channel and immediately beginning to run out, a thick, white river tracing a path down her inner thighs, mingling withBright’srelease already there.

When it was over, he pulled out.Thesight of her swollen, hard-fucked pussy, overflowing with his seed made him feel physically ill.

What haveIdone?he thought, his stomach clenching.Ifucked her so hard—Iwas so fuckingrough.

He stumbled back, collapsing onto his haunches, his head hanging low.Hecouldn’t look at her.Hecouldn’t look atBright.Thescent of sex and his own release filled the air, a nauseating perfume of his shame.

He had done exactly what the monster wanted, and a part of him—the part poisoned by the pink drink—had loved every second of it…had reveled in her soft, broken moans and the way she was to weak to get away.

He had acted in the way of aBrokenOne—the name theKindredgave to rapists who took what they wanted from a female without her consent.

Burn didn’t think he could ever forgive himself.

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NOELLE

The violation wasn't over.Itwas a wheel, andThunekept turning it—forcing them into new configurations of degradation.

Noelle’s body felt like a foreign country—a landscape of aches and oversensitivity, humming with the lingering effects of the pink drink and the brutal, thorough use by both warriors.

The air in the dungeon still reeked of sex—a thick, musky perfume of sweat, spilled seed, and her own arousal—a scent that filled her with a deep, complicated shame.Shewas just lettingBurnandBrightuse her over and over again—but it wasn’t like theywantedto.Itwas thatThune—the three-headedhijo de puta,keptmakingthem use her and there was nothing she could do but submit and come over and over again while the drone whirred, taking pictures of it all.

“Very good,”Thune’smiddle head rumbled, his six eyes gleaming with a perverse satisfaction.“Butwe’re not finished.Wewant to see the little female suck you both again.Likeon the auction stage.Geton your knees, piggy.”

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over her, but it was a dull echo compared to the sharp, immediate fear of the shock collar.Sheknelt on the cold stone floor before the mattress, the rough texture a stark contrast to the soft black fabric she had just been sprawled upon.BrightandBurnstood before her, their cocks still hard under the relentless influence of the aphrodisiac.

The sight of them, so thick and hard and beautiful, sent a treacherous pulse of heat between her own sore, tender thighs.

Gods, what’s wrong with me?Afterall that…Istill want them.

But it wasn’t like she blamedBurnandBright, they couldn’t help what they were being forced to do.Andshe didn’t mind performing this act—not when it was just the three of them.Itwas the drone whizzing around filming and the evil, disgustingTrolloxdirecting them that made what they were doing feel so low and dirty and shameful, she thought.

“Go on, piggy-wig.Takethem both in your mouth.Showus how greedy your little throat can be,” the middle head commanded, taking a noisy gulp of wine.

Noelle looked up, meetingBright’spained, empathetic gaze and thenBurn’sstormy, self-loathing one.Shegave a tiny, resigned nod.Leaningforward, she opened her mouth.ShetookBright’slength first, the familiar, clean taste of him a small comfort.Then, tilting her head, she guidedBurn’sthicker, blunter crown to her lips, stretching her mouth impossibly wide to accommodate them both.

The feeling was overwhelming…the heavy, living weight on her tongue…the salty-sweet taste of pre-cum and their recent releases…the way her jaw ached with the strain.