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His body is pressed along hers, his elbows either side of her head as he takes her.

“Ant, ohmygod, Ant!” she gasps, clearly over stimulated but he doesn’t stop. None of us will. We’re too desperate for her. Too full of need to reestablish our connection.

“Do you know how fucking good you feel wrapped around me, baby?” he asks, thrusting harder but no faster and my dick starts to fill just watching them. “How many nights I dreamed about being inside you?”

She doesn’t reply, her hands clawing at his back, leaving pink scratches as she marks his pale skin. It’s a good look.

I watch as her face starts to transform, the ecstasy filling her features, her red lips parting as she begins to come.

“That’s it—fuck—come all over my dick, baby.”

A cry falls from those ruby lips, her nails drawing blood as she comes, and I hear how wet she gets which earns a grunt and finally he speeds up, slamming into her. It only takes a few strokes, he’s just as wound tight by need as I was, and he’s coming with a roar, stilling deep inside her.

Something purrs inside me, watching my chosen brother filling her up, his cum alongside my own, both of us marking her as ours.

They lie there, eyes closed in bliss and breathing hard as I spot Nox coming up on her other side, that scarf still in his hands. My nerve endings tingle with the thought of my Flower all tied up and at our mercy.

“My turn, Princess,” Nox states, his voice firm and almost cruel.

Ant places another soft, lingering kiss on her lips, then pulls out of her body leaving her lips parted and eyes half lidded. She looks ruined, and my hand goes around my dick, which is hard again at just the sight of her.

“Wrists out,” Nox demands, and she follows instantly, holding her trembling wrists out and together for him.

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, her voice husky and so damn sexy a bead of pre-cum forms at my slit.

“Such a good little Princess for us,” Nox coos, taking her wrists and binding them with the silk. He then lifts them over her head, a smile lifting his lips when he takes in the wooden slats that make up the headboard. “You had this made especially for me, didn’t you, Princess?”

Her lashes flutter as her blush stained cheeks deepen in color. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

He ties the silk around one of the slats, leaving her just enough room to wiggle her hands but not bring them down. “Now remember, any tingling or numbness, you tell me, okay?”

“I will, sir,” she replies, looking up at him like he’s all she needs in this moment and I can see the way his entire body shivers because of it. “What’s your safe word, Princess?”

“Plum tree, sir.”

“Perfect girl,” he praises, and her back arches. My palm glides up and down my length, which is still damp from her climax earlier, pleasure tingling up my spine at watching them. “Lift up.”

She lifts her hips, and he slides a thick pillow underneath them, elevating her hips. His tongue darts out to lick his lips at the sight of her, no doubt pink, swollen and leaking our cum.

“This won’t be gentle, princess. You kept me waiting too long for that,” he warns her, positioning himself between her shaking thighs. I am fixated on the way he holds his massive dick to her leaking entrance, his gaze darting up to her face a moment before he slams inside her with such force that the whole bed shakes. She would have moved too, if not for his hands that hold her firm to him, his fingers indenting her soft thighs.

“Nox!” She screams, but his teeth are bared in a snarl as he looks at her and pounds into her much harder than either I or Ant. But I trust him to not hurt her, not more than she’ll enjoy anyway, as his eyes are fixed on her face as she squirms and pants underneath him.

“You will never let me go so long without this cunt that I own, will you, Princess?” His words are gritted out between clenched teeth, and I can hear how wet she’s getting from his rough treatment.

“N-no, s-sir,” she stutters in response, her back arched and showing off those gorgeous tits. My hand jerks faster.

“No you fucking won’t,” he snarls back, lifting her hips higher and she screams, liquid gushing out of her all over him. His eyes roll back, his hips moving erratically until he’s burying himself deep and coming with a shout.

I’d tease him later about how quick it was, but honestly I was no better and I got to go first so I can’t blame him. My hand keeps pumping my own dick, until the pleasure becomes too much and I aim at those tits, coming with a grunt and covering her with my release.

Her chest heaves, her eyes closed as she barely notices, even when I squeeze the last few drops out, then begin to rub it into her pearly skin like it’s moisturiser just for her.

“Such a beautiful, perfect girl,” Nox says in a reverent whisper, pulling out and removing the pillow. Ant unties her wrists, massaging them once he’s removed the silk, and I keep rubbing her body.

Her eyelashes flutter, then open, first looking at me, then Nox and finally Ant. “I love you. All of you. So much.”