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All three of them move in and out, filling me, building up the friction. My skin heats, and all I can do is moan and breathe as they fuck me.

A sheen of sweat coats my body. My skin burns as they pound into me.

The only sounds are the wet slapping of skin and our breathy moans filling the air.

My orgasm builds, my walls tightening around them.

Pleasure ripples through me, muscles tensing as each wave crashes over, my toes curling. Their movements become erratic before they all still, their grip tightening as they fill me with their hot seeds.

Breathless, panting, I slump on top of Silas.

Matitus and Dragus gently pull out of me.

Silas’s fingers trail up my back as I try to catch my breath.

He kisses my head.

Something cold and wet moves between my legs, making me jump.

Everything feels sore and oversensitive, the coolness soothing.

“Matitus is just cleaning you,” Silas breathes, his hands trailing up my side. I let my eyes flutter shut, sleep trying to take over. I feel Silas pull the blanket up as I come down from my high, goosebumps covering my skin as I shiver from the cold as my body temperature returns to normal and my breathing evens out. I fall asleep on his chest, happy and content, my entire body going off into blissful sleep.