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Delirious, the girl begged for more than she could possibly take. Her words a meaningless jumble of sounds that needed no translator—in any language.

It was simply a command for more.

To be filled with their knots and stuffed with Anhur cream.

The Razie watched, shocked still at the mouth of that tent. Their legendary control tested as that carnal scene drew to its inevitable conclusion.

“Sinadim—” Balkazar gasped, his brow wrinkled and his lips white. “Brother, I can’t⁠—”

“You will,” the prince snarled, thighs spread where he was perched above them both. Cramming himself into a hole that had no business taking so much. “She can take it. She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” he crooned, petting the female he’d remade in his image. “So eager. Needs to take us both just to show that she can.”

She couldn’t answer. Not with words.

No, she merely threw her hips back. Fucking them both from the middle. Nursing mindlessly at Balkazar’s thick neck until Sinadim buried one fist in her hair and pulled her head back. Preventing her from setting a mark on the war chief’s throat.

“I have to cum,” Balkazar groaned, toes curling as he tried to fight against the end. “Have to… need her to milk my… my knot… Please…”

Hackles shivering, Sinadim’s actions grew wild. His claws fully extended as he kept the girl pinned between them and rode that taboo beast until his knot began to surge.

Unexpectedly gentle, he slowed enough to slip his balloon inside before it truly bloomed. Crooning against her ear as he held her head back with a fist full of sweat-damp hair.

Straining, Balkazar set his feet in the nest. Seeking leverage as he pressed deeper in a rush to join them. “Take it, you filthy little bitch!” he snarled, fighting to cram his knot in beside the prince’s.

And for a moment, as the war chief continued to hurl his insults, it seemed she’d obey the commands of a male who was not her prince. That she’d swallow his knot and take them both at once.

But with a snarl, Sinadim seated himself fully. The sheer size and girth of that royal lock was more than enough to trap Balkazar’s shaft in place. Gluing him to the wall of that saturated trench—denying him the access he’d need to set his knot behind her pelvic bone.

Instead, in a desperate rush, Balkazar’s right hand snaked between slippery limbs to seize his knot in the palm of one fist. Knuckles showing white as his grip flexed in a mimicry of those powerful, internal Hathorian muscles, he milked himself.

“He’s gonna seal you full, whore,” the war chief snarled, pinching one distended nipple as he built himself into a rabid frenzy. “As soon as I’m through using this cunt, that massive knot is going to tear you open and glue you shut. He’ll make a worthy use of you,” Balkazar slurred, icy blue eyes glazing over as the end drew near—and his knuckles grazed Sinadim’s heavy, bloated sack with each desperate pass of his fist. “Pump something of—of real value into your worthless cunt.”

A low whine was the only hint that she could hear him. That crackling whisper of pain spilled over gaping lips.

When the war chief came, it was with a low groan. “By the Nine,” he growled, shuddering as the first jet of sticky white splashed inside her. Forced through the block that was the prince’s knot crushing his shaft, the war chief seeded willing flesh. Sneaking a load of commoner’s sperm in beside that which was noble, he emptied his balls. Cursing the vessel with every lashing jet.

Sinadim clung to restraint until it was over. Showing his dominance until the very end, the prince bore down. Crushing the girl between them as he bred her, a snarl erupted through his teeth an instant before he set a tender bite to the space between her shoulder and nape.

Not applying enough force to break skin, but plenty enough to send her into a squalling finish.

She squawked as an orgasm tore through that dainty frame. Forcing the war chief out, she locked her prince inside.

“Yesss,” Sinadim hissed, easing off as he was drained by divine muscle rippling around his knot. “Take it all in, pretty girl. Get nice and full of cream.” Kneading at her hips, shunting his knot over her glands to prolong the euphoria, he shivered from nape to tail. “Let me fill that womb so I can ride this perfect, pregnant cunt until you give birth to my babies. I can’t wait to see you grow plump and round for me,” he murmured and took her crooked tail in one hand. Leverage to keep her working when her body tried to quit.

She couldn’t respond.

Not like this. Reduced to little more than a sleeve for his cock. A vessel for his seed that would endure anything for just another moment of mind-bending pleasure.

But it had to end.

Already, it had gone on too long.

Panting, Sinadim rolled and took her with him. Sprawling out in the nest, he turned his attention toward their audience. “I presume the storm has ended?”

The Razie startled. “It—” The largest of them cleared his throat. “Indeed it has, my prince.”

“Good!” Sinadim said, clapping the exhausted female on the hip even as he pressed himself deeper inside. “Then we’ll be off at sundown. Tear down the tents, prepare the Walleri, and take your rations. I won’t be much longer.”

“At once, my prince,” he said, bowing before he vanished to do as his prince bade.