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Sinadim indulged her. Guiding her hands to stroke his shaft as she worked, he offered praise as he settled back and let his thighs fall apart. “So eager. So desperate to carry a litter of hybrids for me, hmm?”

A sound bubbled from between her lips as she nodded and suckled.

Tracing the lineage scrawled down the length of her spine, raking bronze flesh with the tips of his claws, he drew a line of gooseflesh from nape to crooked tail. And, taking that bent fifth limb in his palm, he said, “Do you need a nice fat knot, my brave girl?”

Her nod bobbed in his lap.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and careful of the kink, he pulled her tail to the side. “We’ll make sure you get what you need. That you don’t spill a drop. Would you like that?”

A tiny confused sound rumbled up through the bottom of his shaft, and she raised her head long enough to twist. Sending a single bleary glance over her shoulder that went no higher than the angry prick hovering at her back, she hesitated.

Only for a moment.

Only long enough to register the lack of privacy, that they were not alone.

She nodded.

Spreading her knees in invitation, arching her back as the prince held her open, she swallowed Sinadim’s cock with a greedy hum. A hum he felt echo in his balls.

Balkazar took it for the invitation it was.

Stumbling, the war chief went to his knees behind her.

And, with trembling hands, he sent that swollen tip through sodden flesh. Greasing himself with slick, knuckles grazing Sinaidm’s as he pumped his fist at her rim, Balkazar hesitated to sink inside.

Sinadim glanced away from the beauty slobbering on his cock, and found icy blue eyes fixed to his face.

As if seeking permission, Balkazar waited for the prince’s slight nod before he crammed his knob through that tight band of muscle. Pressing forward in a single, relentless push, Balkazar hissed.

“By the Nine, that’s a tight fit,” he snarled, mane shivering as he bottomed out.

“Let her work for it,” Sinadim said, enjoying the slide of teeth against his shaft. The undulating pulse of her tongue as she tried to reach the edge of his knot and swallow him whole. “She’ll drain you dry if you give her half a chance.”

“No,” Balkazar snarled and withdrew only to shunt back inside. His claws extended to dimple modest curves as he found a grip that allowed him to force their joining. Using leverage, the war chief fucked into her with vicious, greedy strokes and pulled her back to meet him halfway.

“You can’t last at that pace,” Sinadim drawled, smirking at the sight playing out before him. Because of him.

“Little slut’s going to take my knot,” Balkazar hissed, balls slapping where Sinadim couldn’t see. “Gonna pump her full of me just so I can pull it out and take ‘er again.”

“Please!” the girl cried, only too happy to accept the brutal treatment. “Put a litter in me, my prince!” she babbled, lips catching on the notch beneath Sinadim’s flared end. Sucking at the spot where he was most sensitive.

Laughing, Sinadim hiked one knee to give her space. “You’ll have to work much harder than that for my knot.”

“Whatever my prince”—she hiccupped as the male rutting into her grew savage—“whatever my pr-prince demands.”

“And if I command you to take my war chief’s knot?” Sinadim asked, pulling her face up with a grip on her chin. “Will you let him breed you? Will you beg him to fill your womb with as many babies as he can fit inside you?”

Her eyes grew glassy, rimmed in white. Eager to roll back in her head as pleasure pooled low in her belly. But he held her pinned. Awaiting his answer. “Y-Yes,” she whispered, taking it to the hilt. “Anything. Anything.”

“We’re going to do that and much more to you, my brave girl,” Sinadim promised her. “We’ve got a long journey ahead of us. Long enough for you to grow round with what we pump inside. For these pretty little tits to swell with milk.”

Groaning low in his throat, Balkazar sank into a frenzy. “Gonna fuck her so full,” he slurred, hips a blur. Too rough and fast to bring her with him, he fucked into a tight slit and lost. “Gotta take it all, slut. Every drop.”

“Y-Yes!” she yelped, ears pressed flat to her skull as she clung to her composure with flimsy, Hathorian claws. Waiting for the war chief’s knot to balloon inside her and compress her glands—it was the only way she might claim pleasure from such a brutal rutting. “Every drop, because my prince demands it.”

“Such a sloppy cunt,” Balkazar growled, his strokes growing short. Ragged. “Takes my knot just… just like an Omega whore should.”

“He’s going to make you ache,” Sinadim murmured, lips brushing against the outer shell of one soft ear. “Going to fill your belly with an ocean of sperm and keep it stuffed inside with his knot. And when he’s done,” the prince continued, uttering every filthy thing he could muster up, “when his knot lets go, you’re going to build a nice nest for us, hmm?”