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AndBright…Dios,Bright.Hishead was bowed, not in shame, but in focus.Hisbroad shoulders were a sculpted curve of muscle, gleaming in the drone's hellish light.Hisface was buried in the junction ofBurn'sthighs, his mouth stretched wide around the thick, rigid length of his best friend’s cock.

Noelle could see the strain inBright'sjaw…the way his throat worked as he tookBurndeep.Shecould hear the wet sounds of sucking filling the stagnant air.

The posture was one of complete surrender and total domination.Theangle was brutally intimate—a private act twisted into a public spectacle.Alow, continuous groan rumbled fromBurn'schest, a sound of agonized pleasure—of self-loathing and undeniable ecstasy mingled into one.

The lingering heat in the air was palpable.Itwas the heat of their bodies…the friction of skin on skin…the fire of the pink drink aphrodisiac still burning in their veins.

But beneath it, layered like a foul sediment, were the other scents…the coppery tang of old blood from the chains on the walls…the sour reek of spilledTrolloxwine…the damp, fungal smell of mildew that seeped from the very stones.

And over it all, soft yet unmistakable, was the scent of sex—the musky, primal aroma of male arousal…of sweat-sheened skin…of heated release.Itwas the smell of what they had already been forced to do together, and the promise of what was to come—a perfume of degradation that clung to the back of her throat.

Noelle stood frozen on the steps, her own body responding with a treacherous flush of heat, her nipples tightening against the thin fabric of her dress.Itwas wrong, so wrong, and yet the sight was undeniably, devastatingly erotic.

The sight of the noble, kindBrightsubmitting so completely to the fierce, tormentedBurn, both of them lost in a shared need that transcended their horror…it was burned into her brain.Thedrone’s red light painted their straining bodies in shades of sin and desire, capturing every detail, every shudder, every helpless, hungry sound.Itwas beautiful and terrible, and she couldn't look away.

Her heart gave a little stutter as she watchedBurnfinish andBrightswallow it all.Whatwas this going to do to their friendship?Wouldthey ever recover?

Burn wasn’t looking at her butBrightmet her eyes—his face open and flushed, his lips parted.

Noelle stared back in silent understanding.They’ddone it and the camera had captured it all.

“Ah, there you are,”Thune’smiddle head said, turning toward her and breaking her train of thought.

He didn’t sound suspicious—just smug,Noellethought.

“Put that down and let it do its business,” he said, gesturing to the cleaner bot.“Asyou can see, your two males have been having some fun together while we waited for you to find it.”

“Ah…Isee,”Noellemumbled, placing the heavy bot on the floor.Hervoice sounded distant in her own ears.

Her eyes flicked toward the wine tumbler—it was half empty.

She scanned theTrollox—his massive body stuffed into a filthy, wine-stained shirt.Thatcrimson blotch on his chest hadn’t been there before, had it?

Did he drink it?Orspill it?Didhe get enough of the medication?

She had no idea and there was no way to find out.

But the fate of all three of them might depend on the answer.

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NOELLE

“Well, well, lesh get shtarted on the real fun, shall we?”Thuneslurred asNoellestepped up onto the massive mattress whereBurnandBrightwere already waiting—tense and coiled like predators about to spring.

Her heart thudded in her chest.

Dios, he’s slurring—it’s happening.He’sfading, isn’t he?Please—please let it be soon enough.

“Get your clothesh off, girly—time for all the…all the piggy-wigsh to play together,” the middle head announced.Thewords sloshed out of his mouth as clumsily as the wine sloshed from the tumbler in his thick fingers.

The middle head’s brow furrowed.

“I mean…”Thuneblinked slowly, swaying where he stood.“Allthepiggywigs,”he corrected carefully, each syllable wobbling.“WhyamIsho…dizzshy?”

Noelle froze mid-motion, fingers clutching the hem of her dress.

Her eyes flew toBurnand then toBright.Bothwarriors were stone-still, their big bodies taut with readiness.Burn’seyes glowed fiery red andBright’sjaw was clenched so hard she saw a muscle jump.