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I gasp as Ci lifts my body off his shoulder and lightly tosses me onto the bed, grinning as I bounce.

“How fast can you get out of those?” he asks, prowling after me.

“You may need to use the knife,” I rasp, watching as Draven pulls a few things out of his bag.

“Such a naughty girl,” Arran says, sucking on my breasts, not hesitating to join us on the bed. “You haven’t worn a bra all day. Fuck, such juicy fucking tits. I can’t wait until there’s milk in these.”

“Oh my god,” I moan. Draven shows me his knife, pricks his finger to show its sharpness, and then shoves it in Ci’s mouth to suck the blood off as he drags the blade down my skin.

“Color,” Draven breathes, watching my face.

I watch it travel down between my breasts, then the hollow of my stomach as Draven follows it.

“Green…”

“You’re sucking in your breath,” he teases, nicking me for cheating. I whimper as he sucks and licks my skin, until I’m writhing on the bed. Draven cuts my pantyhose off my legs, gasping when he finds that I’m not wearing panties, and then I’m screaming because he’s eating me out.

“We’re going to have so much fun worshipping your body, baby,” Arran says, kissing my screams out of me. “That’s it. Let Draven have your cum, Noor. Fuck, that’s our pretty wife. I think you need something to fill your mouth.”

I nod, desperate for everything they’re willing to give me. Draven flips me onto my hands and knees, his mouth returning to eating me out.

“He’s got a one track mind,” Ciaran chuckles, naked with his cock in hand. I open my mouth and drop my tongue, eager to suck his pierced cock. I want to drag my tongue along every piercing, knowing he's mine. “So ready. Here you go, baby.”

Ci, Alastair, and Arran take turns fucking my face as Draven makes me scream out my release. Once I do, he starts again, driving me insane until he finally thrusts his dick balls deep inside of me.

“You can take it, can’t you,” Arran croons, cupping my face as he thrusts his cock down my throat.

“Fuck,” Alastair says, his hand wrapping around my throat and squeezing.

“Oh shit,” Arran gasps.

“You bulge out of her throat,” Alastair mutters. “Fuck her face. I just want to feel it.”

Rolling his eyes, Arran pistons his hips, pushing his cock in and out of my throat. I squeal as lube is poured over my asshole and fingers are pushed inside me.

“We have you all to ourselves,” Arran says. “We’re going to fuck, spank, and ruin you.”

“Breed, cream, and claim,” Ci says behind me, telling me his fingers are in my ass. “Fuck, you’ll be pissing cum out of your cunt for at least a week at this rate.”

“Nah, plug it inside of her,” Arran murmurs. “We’ll give you plenty of cranberry juice, fluids, and protect you from UTIs, but you’ll be pregnant with one of our babies as soon as possible. Fuck, are you going to be a good girl and swallow my cum? May as well drink it the first round so I’ll last longer later.”

“You’re inhuman,” Alastair chuckles, squeezing my throat again until my eyes roll back and I shudder. “I can’t believe we’re really married. It feels like a dream.”

“Mmm. This doesn’t though,” Draven says, spanking my ass. “You’re milking my cock like you’re craving my cum. It’s a good thing I’m close. Come with me.”

“Goddamnit, I might come with you too,” Arran groans as I swallow around him. “Don’t read too much into it.”

Draven barks out a laugh that turns into a moan as we all come together. I’m still breathing hard as I’m flipped over and Ciaran covers my body with his.

“Alastair, do you want to play with us?” he asks, kissing me until my fingers are tangled in his hair.

“Definitely,” Alastair purrs, making me shiver. “Would the brats like to negotiate?”

Arran chuckles, having seen how this tends to go for us. I can’t wait to see how Alastair plays this.

I get to do this forever now.

Seven months later