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Silas rubs his hand over the mark he just seared into my flesh.

“That’s for breaking a blood promise,” Matitus says, nodding to Silas.

Dragus remains completely still beneath me, his hands holding my hips so I can’t move. His hand comes down again, even harder, making my eyes water. I feel the outline of every finger burned into my skin. I choke on the pain, gritting my teeth.

“That’s for the pain it caused,” Matitus says, forcing me to look at him.

My eyebrows furrow.

Pain?

Matitus nods. His hand comes down again. I tense just before the slap, predicting the impact, making it burn worse.

I cry out, tears spilling over.

Silas runs his hand over it, soothing it, as sparks rush over my skin.

“And that’s because we can,” Matitus chuckles and I glare at him. He holds my gaze, a smile on his lips.

“Want another?” he asks, his eyes flickering with mischief. I press my lips in a line and shake my head fighting the urge to tell him to suck his own dick.

“I’m not flexible enough, besides that’s what we have you for,” Matitus answers, invading my thoughts. I hear Dragus laugh underneath me, and I smack his chest, sitting up only for Silas to shove me back down. Dragus grips the back of my neck bringing me closer and plunging his tongue into my mouth. He thrusts into me, and I moan into his mouth at the sudden movement. I realize how wet I am, making me wonder exactly how sick in the head I must be to get off on being spanked like that. Silas’s fingers moving between my cheeks and to my pussy.

He forces them into me, pulling them out.

“Ah, she is saturated,” he groans, moving his fingers to the tight muscles of my ass, sliding them in. I wriggle my hips, getting used to the feel of his fingers. He slides them in and out, Dragus moving, thrusting into me at the same time. Silas removes his fingers, positioning himself, pushing inside me.

My nails dig into Dragus’s shoulders as Matitus’s fingers brush my clit, making me relax. My hips move against his fingers, giving me time to adjust to both of them filling me. Silas starts to move, making me bounce on Dragus, finding his rhythm.

Matitus grips my chin, kissing me, biting my bottom lip. My stomach tightens, arousal flooding me, my walls clenching around Dragus. His grip on my thighs tightens. Matitus pulls back, stroking himself, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip, pulling it down. My lips part, and I run my tongue over his thumb, looking up at him, his eyes sparkling back at me.

“My little vixen,” he murmurs, pressing his cock to my lips. I take him in my mouth, relaxing my throat as he thrusts, fucking my mouth.

Overstimulated, my entire body burns with the different sensations. My body tenses, my toes curl, and my climax washes over me. I moan around Matitus’s cock.

Silas’s movements become erratic, his body stilling behind me. Matitus brushes my hair out of my face, strands sticking to my skin. He pulls his cock from my lips. Silas pulls out of me, and Dragus’s grip on my hips tightens as he chases his own release. His claws dig into me, and he stills.

My entire body shakes as I slump against him, trying to catch my breath. Dragus moves, rolling us so he is on top of me, resting between my legs. Silas leans against the headboard, trying to catch his breath.

My eyes flutter closed as Dragus pulls out of me. My legs feel like jelly, my entire body in painful bliss. The bed dips again, Matitus moving between my legs.

He kisses me, nipping at my chin, my body reacting to his touch as I sluggishly try to remain awake. Matitus sucks on my neck, thrusting into me, making my eyes fly open.

“Stay awake baby, we’re only getting started,” he whispers.

It is daylight by the time they finish. My entire body is throbbing to its own beat as I succumb to sleep. Fingers pressed between my legs waking me. “No more, I am sore,” I mutter, slapping Matitus’s hands away and rolling onto my stomach. Dragus is fast asleep, tangled in the blanket beside me. The touching doesn’t stop, and I groan.

“Fuck one of them, leave me,” I mutter, too exhausted to go another round of their insatiable fucking.

“Just help yourself but don’t wake me,” I groan, pulling the pillow over my head trying to block out the light streaming in through the window. Matitus pulls me against him, spooning me. He kisses my shoulder and I doze back off to sleep.

I finally get up in the middle of the day. I creep to the bathroom not wanting to wake them. Anymore and I will be walking sideways for the rest of my life. Even peeing burned, everything is sore. Washing my hands, I quietly head for the closet and grab some clothes before darting down the stairs only to run into Abigail. She spots me and darts off into the kitchen.

“Abigail,” I call out, but she ignores me, making me chase after her. Walking into the kitchen, I catch her. Abigail pulling her hair over her shoulder suspiciously.

“He didn’t? And you let him?” I say as her face turns beet red. “You did!” I gasp shocked.

“Yep, quite the hussy, let him in her pants the first night,” Marian says walking in behind me and shaking her head.