Chapter 11

Zazie

As I stood there, sandwiched between Caspian and Murtagh, my eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the bathtub overflowing with gems. They glittered like a thousand tiny stars, each one whispering promises of luxury and enchantment and all things wonderful. It was like something out of a fairytale, and part of me—a part I wasn’t entirely proud of—wanted to dive in and never come out.

Just give in. You know you want them. You want to touch them, languish in them… let them caress every bit of you.

But another voice inside me, stronger and more insistent, kept pushing back.

I wasn’t for sale. I wouldn’t ever be.

The thought ran through my mind like a mantra. They might have wealth and power, and yes, an inexplicable magnetism that drew me in like a moth to a flame, but I wasn’t just some prize to be won. I had my pride, my independence, my entire fucking life.

I was a woman.

I could feel their eyes on me, measuring my responses, waiting to see how I would react. There was an air of expectation, as if they were used to getting what they wanted, and I would simply fall in line and be another one of their conquests. But I wasn’t going to be swayed by shiny trinkets and their riches, no matter how mesmerizing they were. I was so much more than that.

I couldn’t be bought. I wouldn’t be bought.

I tore my gaze away from the hypnotic beauty of the gems, feeling a surge of defiance building inside me. Caspian’s smooth voice and Murtagh’s intense stare, it all felt like a test, one I was determined not to give into.

I was going to win this, not them.

I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and met their eyes with newfound defiance.

“Look,” I started, my voice stronger than I felt, “I appreciate the… whatever this is. But I’m not some damsel in distress waiting to be swept off her feet by shiny things. I have my own life, my own dreams, my own career. And none of that is up for sale.”

Caspian looked taken aback, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually composed face. Had he really expected this whole charade to work? Seriously? What kind of woman did he think I was?

Murtagh, in contrast, had a completely unreadable expression. Was that respect in his eyes? Or amusement? I couldn’t tell, and it frustrated me even more. There was something about it that felt exceedingly dangerous, and I took a step back. Maybe it was the glint in his eyes, but it reminded me of the look he had given me right before he’d spanked and fucked me all those years ago right over his desk in his office.

“I’m not just going to swoon over a bathtub full of jewels and forget who I am,” I continued, the words pouring out of me now, fueled by a mix of anger and pride and something else.

Arousal.

I hated it. Loathed it, even.

My mind kept circling back to the gems. I kept looking at them, wanting to reach out and touch them. I really fucking needed to get out of the room.

So I turned around and walked out, impressed with my own willpower. Caspian and Murtagh followed me without a word, each of them looking a bit shellshocked, Caspian more so, but Murtagh a little too.

As I left the bathroom, the spell of the gems seemed to fade. The further I got away from the surreal luxury of the clawfoot bathtub filled with glittering stones, the clearer my thoughts became. It was like emerging from a dream, only to be confronted with a harsher reality.

With each step, my initial sense of awe and temptation gave way to a simmering anger. They had brought me here against my will. Kidnapped me. And now they were holding me under duress. The words circled in my head, fueling my fury. How could I have let them get to me? This wasn’t who I was. I was a fighter, and I was going to show them exactly that.

The cool air of the bedroom was a stark contrast to the warm, scented atmosphere of the bathroom, sharpening my senses and my anger. How dare they?

I glanced at Murtagh and Caspian as we walked, their faces an enigmatic mask.

I remembered the moment they took me, the confusion, the fear. It wasn’t just about the gems or the spanking or even the building tension between us anymore. It was about my freedom, my right to choose. I had been so caught up in the weird experience, the seduction of wealth and beauty, that I had almost forgotten what had happened to bring me here in the first place.

My steps grew more purposeful as we moved back into the bedroom. I needed to get out, to reclaim my life. They might have riches beyond imagination, but what good were they if my basic rights were stripped away?

“I need to leave,” I said abruptly, stopping in my tracks. My voice was firm, a stark contrast to the earlier softness.

Caspian and Murtagh exchanged a look, and for the first time, I saw something akin to uncertainty in their eyes.

“Zazie, you must understand—” Murtagh began, but I cut him off.

Understand? What is there to understand about taking someone against their will?

“You can’t just pluck someone from their life and expect them to be grateful for a golden cage!” My words were sharp, a clear line drawn. I wasn’t a character in their fantastical made-up dragon story or whatever. I was a real person with a real life that they had no right to disrupt.

Caspian’s face tightened, the charm from before now replaced with seriousness and something like disappointment.

“Taken from my world, my job, my… my everything. For what? Because you think I’m some kind of… of what, exactly?”

“You’re ours. It’s time you get that through your head,” Murtagh growled, almost like he wasn’t listening to a word I was saying.

“That doesn’t make any sense. You don’t get to make decisions for me. I’m not some pet that you can buy with pretty things.”

They looked at each other, then back at me, and all of a sudden, both of their expressions turned deadly serious.

“I want to go home,” I stated, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “I want my life back.”

Caspian took a single step forward, adjusting his flawless, white blazer over his wide shoulders. “No.”

“What do you mean, no?” I asked, the incredulousness in my voice impossible to hide.

I must be losing my mind. This all must be some crazy dream that my mind cooked up for some insane reason, and all I had to do was wake up and then I’d be back in my bed, safe and sound from all of this mess. I reached to the side and pinched myself, trying to force myself awake, but it didn’t work.

It hurt. A lot, in fact.

Being awake didn’t even make sense. This couldn’t be happening to me. This couldn’t be my reality right now.

I took a step back, glaring at the two of them and grinding my teeth. Murtagh took a predatory step towards me, and I retreated back a few quick steps. Quickly, my eyes scanned the room, and I took a deep breath, trying to map my escape routes.

As if you could run and they wouldn’t catch you.

The bedroom was expansive, almost unnecessarily so, with high ceilings and a large, ornate window draped in heavy velvet curtains. The moonlight spilled through, casting a silver glow over the plush carpeting, and the king-sized bed was adorned with a luxurious white duvet. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled to the brim with ancient tomes and odd trinkets, giving the room an air of old-world elegance mixed with a touch of mystery.

My eyes darted to the window. It was large enough to climb through, but we were on the second story. The fall could be dangerous. Besides, the window looked heavy, possibly locked. Not a viable option.

The door then. It was partially ajar, leading to the dimly lit hallway beyond. But even if I made it to the door, could I outrun them? They were both clearly stronger and faster than the average Joe. And this house was their territory. They’d catch me before I could even figure out which way was out.

A desperate thought crossed my mind—hiding under the bed. But even as the idea formed, I dismissed it. It was a temporary solution at best. They would force me out eventually, and then what? It would only anger them more.

I felt trapped and the realization that there was no easy escape settled heavily in my stomach. My only real option was to confront them, to stand my ground, and to fight back.

“Listen,” I began, my voice steady despite my racing heart, “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. You can’t keep me here against my will. It’s wrong, and you know it.”

Murtagh stopped his advance, something flickering in his eyes. Maybe it was a hint of guilt, or perhaps surprise at my defiance. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it gave me a sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could be reasoned with.

But then it was gone, only to be replaced by something infinitely more dangerous.

Dark desire.

It transformed his face, hardening his features and deepening the intensity of his stare. His jaw clenched, and his eyes, those piercing jade orbs, seemed to glow with a predatory light. It was as if a switch had been flipped, revealing a more primal, more daunting aspect of his nature.

One I was intimately familiar with. Already, I knew how this would end.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, an involuntary reaction to the sudden shift in the atmosphere. My earlier determination wavered under the weight of that gaze. It was as though he was looking right through me, seeing past the fa?ade of bravery I had mustered. I was acutely aware of my own vulnerability, standing there in the grandeur of the bedroom, a lone figure against the might and mystery of these two men.

My breath hitched, and for a moment, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights—knowing I should run but transfixed by the danger in front of me. The air in the room seemed to grow thicker, charged with an unspoken tension that was both arousing and terrifying at the same time.

I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure, but the nervous flutter in my stomach wouldn’t subside. The realization that I was playing a game far beyond my understanding sent a cold wave of fear mixed with a confusing surge of excitement through me.

Murtagh took a step towards me, and I took another one backwards.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarled.

“I haven’t even begun to dare, little thief. Caspian had his fun. Now I’m going to have mine.”

I shook my head, but my body was simmering with heat already, remembering his touch, remembering my own as I touched my clit endless times since then. My cheeks burned with my shame. I wondered if he knew. Could he tell by the look on my face? I tried to school my expression into a mysterious mask, but that just seemed to make it burn that much hotter.

“That better not be a threat,” I assured him with a confidence I didn’t even own, the words coming out without me shaking somehow. “Because that sicko already spanked me.”

He bared his teeth, cocking his head as though he could read right through me.

“Your ass is hardly even pink anymore. It’s fully ready for my belt,” Murtagh growled, and my eyes opened wide while at the same time, my pussy clenched hard. I had to steel myself from pitching forward, and I gritted my teeth, trying to stay strong even in the face of danger.

“You wouldn’t,” I replied quickly.

“I most certainly would, but I think you know that already, don’t you?”

“I’m sore already,” I countered.

“Not nearly sore enough,” he scoffed, and then he took another step towards me.

I backed up, straight into the wall that was Caspian, and he chuckled knowingly.

“Murtagh has waited years for you, little mouse. I suggest you go down without a fight, unless you want your pretty little ass thoroughly welted from his belt,” he prodded as his arms grasped at my wrists and yanked them up and over my head, stretching my body so taut that I nearly had to go up onto my toes.

I felt like I was on extreme display, and a bad feeling started to swirl in the pit of my belly.

He pressed the length of his lean muscular body against mine until my panty-clad ass brushed against his crotch, and I could tell he was hard, really fucking hard. Just like he had been when he’d put me over his knee and spanked my ass bright red.

This whole time, I had kind of forgotten that I wasn’t wearing any pants, that Caspian had cut them away with a knife, or his claws you crazy bitch, and they’d been unsalvageable. In fact, they were probably still lying in the back of the limo in strips.

My face burned hotter, and I felt infinitely more vulnerable. There was something about wearing pants that made a woman feel more powerful, and without any, I felt like a little girl about to get the belt from her daddy for being naughty and leaving four years ago when he’d wanted me to stay put.

It was infuriating and shamefully arousing.

Then I did something irrational, and in retrospect, it was probably pretty stupid. But I did it anyway, because I was a strong, powerful, pants-less woman that wouldn’t let a man take her down a peg, no matter what.

“Fuck. You.” I growled.

The expression on Murtagh’s face grew much darker, and the side of his mouth curved up in a dangerous smirk.

“Oh, darling… That was so… unwise,” Caspian murmured, but there was a certain amount of glee in his tone that made my heart practically palpitate in my chest.

Murtagh stalked towards me like a predator that had just cornered his prey, like a lion that had just found a lamb, and I snarled, putting my all into trying to fight against Caspian’s hold. He stretched me up higher and my balance was so precarious that I nearly fell. In an instant, I stopped fighting, too afraid of falling to do anything more.

For a second, he let me go, but it was only to grip my jacket and wrench it free from my arms. He tossed it aside on the bed, and just as I was ready to pitch forward and make a run for it, he grabbed my wrists and yanked them up above my head once again.

“Let me go!” I screeched.

“Not a chance, little one,” Murtagh growled.

He prowled over and reached for me. For a moment, I stared into those beautiful jade green eyes and lost myself in them, at least until I realized that his hands were gripping the collar of my shirt and I looked down.

The ends of his fingers were pointed. Instead of fingernails, there were definitive sharp black claws in their place.

I blinked.

I had to be seeing things.

My breath caught in my throat. This had to be some trick of the light, some illusion conjured by fear and the surreal environment I found myself in.

Right?

But as I stared, part of his hand began to change, the skin morphing into a scaled silvery black color that shimmered under the room’s soft lighting. It was like nothing I had ever seen, both terrifying and beautiful in its otherworldliness. The scales caught the light, casting tiny rainbows across his skin, and for a moment, I was utterly captivated, my fear momentarily forgotten.

Then the realization hit me like a cold splash of water. I was not imagining things. This was real. His hand, those claws, the scales—they were all too real.

I’m crazy. This is crazy. The thoughts raced through my head in a panicked frenzy. My mind struggled to make sense of what my eyes were seeing, to rationalize the impossible. But there was no denying the evidence right in front of me.

Murtagh and Caspian really were dragons.

Unless I was crazy?

I blinked, hard, a lot, but the illusion never wavered, never left. There were just those claws. Solid, scary, and real.

This was real. Real Dragons.

And I was completely at their mercy.

With a jolt, I snapped my eyes back up to his, looking between him and Caspian and shaking my head.

“This isn’t real,” I said out loud.

“Oh, it’s very real, little one,” Caspian said in my ear, sounding almost evilly delighted.

“Dragons aren’t real. They’re a myth. A fucking fairytale. A fantasy,” I cried out, trying to rationalize what I was seeing, trying to force my brain to stop hallucinating.

It didn’t stop Murtagh from using those same claws to rip through the fabric of my t-shirt like it was nothing more than a thin sheet of paper. The cloth gave way like the Red Sea, parting underneath his sharp claw so easily it would have been incredible if I wasn’t so caught up in my own head.

“No. We’re not. We’re real, little thief, and we’ve been waiting a very long time for you. Now, I think it’s about time I showed you how much I missed you.” Murtagh grinned, his smirk doing dangerous things to my insides.

He finished shredding through my t-shirt until it fell away to the floor and left me standing there in nothing more than my bra and panties. Those didn’t last long either. Using the sharp edge of his claw, he slid it underneath the thin connector between the cups of my bra and jerked it upwards, ripping through it in an instant.

My bra burst open, and my breasts spilled out. I would have wrenched my body to the side if not for the fear that his claws would accidentally cut me, so I stayed as still as I could and glared daggers in his direction.

Coolly, his gaze slid downward, settling on my breasts and my hardening nipples like they were the most intriguing thing in the world. Probably in the same way I had been looking at the gems in the tub.

“I had always wondered if your little nipples would match your pretty pink pussy. They are even prettier than I could have ever imagined,” he murmured, his reverent awe enough to make my cheeks blush red hot. His other hand reached for me, and I flinched, but it still looked human enough as he took my left nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger.

Then, he pinched it. Hard.

In an instant, pain blossomed from my nipple and radiated around my breast, shooting straight down to my clit like a lightning bolt. I rose up even higher onto my toes, inadvertently pressing towards him as he tugged on my sensitive bud. Then he started to twist it, and I held my breath, trying to keep it together and not make a sound, no matter how much I wanted to.

I didn’t want to, did I?

When he finally released my nipple, I sighed in relief, only to have another secondary wave of pain engulf it as the blood returned to my punished flesh. I bit the inside of my lip to keep quiet and nearly cried out when he turned just enough to reach for my other breast.

I tried to pull away, but his fingers captured the right one this time. I thought I was prepared for the pain, but he somehow pinched it harder than the first one, so hard in fact that I nearly started dancing on my toes.

There wasn’t any escape.

He finally turned to my panties and gripped those in his hand.

“These are very pretty, but you’re not going to have any need for them anymore,” he growled, and in a flash, he tore them right off. The fabric caught my swollen folds just so, and I finally cried out, the stinging pain so intense that it nearly brought tears to my eyes.

“Fuck,” Caspian purred, running his hand down my right side, his fingers trailing fiery tingles in their wake. My breath stuttered in my throat, and I gulped down a bit of air, at least as much as I could as Murtagh’s gaze roamed up and down my body.

There was a ravenous quality to his stare, like a predator surveying its prey. His eyes held a voracious glint, a look that was both deeply unsettling and undeniably arousing.

His gaze seemed to strip away all pretense, seeing through to something primal within me. It was as if he could see all of me, not just the exterior, but the hidden desires and fears that lay beneath.

Like he knows I touched myself so many times, all while thinking about the last time he spanked me and fucked me over his desk…

Like he knows my clit is throbbing right now.

Like he knows a part of me is looking forward to both his belt and his cock right now…

The air between us was thick. I was caught in the grip of his intense focus, simultaneously wanting to flee and wanting to know what came next.

I gulped down another breath of air, trying to fight with the shame that came with standing there completely naked, right there in front of the two of them. My body burned with it, and nothing I could do or think made it any better.

“So fucking beautiful. All ours,” Murtagh growled, and I lifted my chin, remembering that I was supposed to be defiant. I wasn’t supposed to want this.

“I don’t belong to you,” I scoffed, baring my teeth in his direction, only to be met with the sound of his soft chuckle of amusement.

“Pin her to the bed, Caspian. It’s about time I introduced our mate to my belt,” he directed, and all at once, I fought with everything in me. My breasts bounced, my toes drilled back and forth into the floor, but I was at such a disadvantage.

Caspian released my wrists and immediately wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me off the floor despite the fact that my legs and arms were flailing every which way. Soon enough, he’d tossed me face down on the bed and then he was on the other side, his supernatural speed more than a little disconcerting. There wasn’t even enough time for me to flip over before my wrists were captive once again.

I turned my head and Murtagh dropped his hands to his belt.

The metal clinked softly, a stark contrast to the tense silence filling the room. His movements were methodical, each motion calculated. As he pulled the leather strap through the loops of his jeans, the belt made a distinct, drawn-out swishing sound that echoed slightly in the spacious room. The leather was dark and well-worn, hinting at its frequent use, and it gleamed dully in the moonlight streaming through the window. He folded it in half with a practiced ease, the leather flexing smoothly in his hands, and the sight of it sent a complex mix of fear, curiosity, and unbidden excitement coursing through me.

Shit. This is really happening.

I tried to twist away, but suddenly his hand was on the middle of my back and the belt was rushing through the air. I flinched immediately, but the line of fire that arched across my bare cheeks was instantly more than I’d expected.

Oh my god. It was just as bad as the paddle.

The belt struck my right cheek, the tip hitting with more force than the rest of it. I cried out, unable to take the sting at first. It was overwhelming and agonizingly painful, but with the sting came something else.

Desire.

My pussy pulsed as the belt bit down, lashing against the upper crest of my ass and descending downwards, one over the other until he reached the tops of my thighs.

As the pain from each stroke ebbed, it was replaced with a surprising sort of heat that was impossible for me to ignore, and I almost wanted to arch my body towards that feeling.

I bit my lip, trying once again to keep a vow of silence while knowing that it wasn’t going to be even remotely possible. At best, I could take a few more of the belt without making a sound, and I knew it.

I tried my absolute hardest to hold out though.

He painted sheer fire across my ass, scalding every inch of it with that belt. I felt every welt rise and crest, and I whimpered, openly keening when he laid several strikes right on top of one another.

My legs opened and closed as I tried to survive, likely giving him several generous views of what was between my legs, and I blanched as the cool air rushed over my pussy.

I was wet. A lot wet. Like there was a fucking ocean between my thighs, and I wailed in shame.

“Her arousal is the most delicious thing I’ve ever smelled,” Caspian purred. “Is she just as wet for you as she was for me?”

I looked up at him, shooting daggers in his direction. “I’m not aroused!”

Murtagh paused my belting and grasped my thighs, wrenching them apart and fully exposing me to his view.

“Don’t lie to me, little one. This pussy is soaking wet. I can see it stringing between your thighs,” he observed out loud, and my face sizzled with my shame.

For a moment, he stared at me, letting his fingers trail over one of my welts, and then he lashed my ass so hard that it instantly made the air rush out of my lungs. I began to panic, my thrashing continuing on and on until there was nothing but my bare ass and the belt.

“No! Please! Stop!” I begged, the desperation in my voice loud and clear.

“I’ve got four years to make up for, little one. I’m not done.”

The belt struck me several more times. I’m not sure how many, just that my world turned a vivid red of delicious agony, and when it was finally over, I was left breathless, with my ass scalded and my pussy burning with matching fire.

When he threw the belt aside, I nearly sighed in relief, but then he positioned himself behind me, and I heard the distinct sound of his zipper.

“Last time, I didn’t just punish you with a spanking, did I?” Murtagh asked, and suddenly I had a very bad feeling in the pit of my belly.

“No,” I whispered, almost scared to respond.

“What else did I punish you with?”

“Your cock,” I murmured, my voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

“That’s right,” he growled. Without warning, he reached out and spread my welted bottom cheeks, exposing my dark hole, and I keened in shock.

“Wait!”

A squirt of something liquid landed right on top of my asshole, and then his finger was right on top of it. My eyes opened wide, my disbelief radiating through my bottom in waves.

He wasn’t going to fuck my pussy.

He was going to take my ass.

“Please, fuck my pussy,” I pleaded, only realizing I’d spoken out loud when it was too late.

“Not this time, little one. I’m going to take this sweet virgin asshole of yours so Caspian can enjoy that tight little cunt,” he vowed, and my heart nearly leapt up into my throat.

It hadn’t actually occurred to me what it would mean to have two men, to take both of them at once. A part of me had naively thought that meant that they’d maybe both enjoy my pussy one at a time, but as I was lying there with my bottom spread open, I felt foolish and exposed and utterly vulnerable.

Another, much more shameful, part of my sick, sick mind was curious about what it would feel like. Would I come as hard as I had with Murtagh four years ago? Would my orgasm be even more brutally hard with them both?

Murtagh’s finger circled my bottom hole, and I bit my lip. Did I want him inside me there? It was wrong, right? Nothing was supposed to go in there. Exit only, or so I had thought, but with his finger rimming my tight hole, I felt more and more curious.

Then he started to push against it, and my hips inadvertently lifted, almost as if my body wanted to ease his entry. He used enough pressure to breach my tight hole even as my muscles squeezed against him, and a harsh burning pain ricocheted through my body.

I’d never been stretched there before.

He forced one finger inside my bottom, and the sizzling sting grew worse as the rest of me fought against him.

“Relax, babygirl. This is nothing more than a finger. My cock is going to be much larger than this,” Murtagh warned, and a fresh wave of panicked arousal hurtled through me like a hurricane.

“You can’t mean to…”

“You’re taking my cock in this pretty little asshole, whether you like it or not, little one,” he growled, and a tidal wave of desire spiked through me. A soft moan escaped me, and I looked back over my shoulder to see him smirk.

He started pumping that single digit in and out of me, and I hated that it started to feel really fucking good.

I hated that I started to want it.

My body stopped fighting him as he punished my tight hole, thrusting it gently in and out, just fast enough to set my body on fire. Nothing could extinguish it. Just when I was starting to enjoy myself, he added a second digit, and the burning pain returned in a flash.

As he stretched me wider, the heat ebbing through my body rose and fell in waves.

I wanted more. I didn’t. I did.

I had no idea what I wanted anymore, but I knew what I needed.

I needed to come.

Slowly, the pain began to recede, and he thrust his two fingers inside me, sodomizing my virgin hole and claiming it for his own. Eventually, he added a third, and the process began all over again, only it was that much worse.

I could only imagine his cock.

I remembered how big it was, how it felt like it was going to split my pussy in two, and how much worse it was going to feel taking my ass, and I whimpered in anticipation while at the same time, my pussy clenched down hard.

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers free and positioned himself behind me, and my breath caught in my throat.

Oh fuck…

The head of his massive cock nudged against my dark hole, and I bit my lip, trying to keep calm amongst the swirling desire and fear holding me captive.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he growled, and without thinking, my hips bucked backwards at the same time that he thrust into my asshole.

In an instant, my world turned blinding white with blazing hot agony. He’d only forced just the tip inside, but that was more than enough to stretch me much wider than just three of his thick fingers. His dick had so much girth, and I felt every inch of it.

“Relax, little one. It’ll be much easier to take my cock in this tight little hole if you do,” Murtagh coaxed, but it was hard.

He isn’t the one with a massive dick in his ass!

My body fought relentlessly, trying to take him while also panicking slightly, all while my core was buzzing with desire. Slowly, he pressed in a bit deeper, making me feel full in an entirely foreign way, and I keened.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I stammered, and he pushed in further. Eventually, he settled all the way inside me, so much so that his balls brushed against my pussy, and then everything started to change.

Heat billowed through me as the aching pain started to fade. It was as if a spark had ignited and blazed into an all-out wildfire, spreading through every nerve in my body. I felt like I was going to implode from the inside out and nothing could make it stop.

The problem was, I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted to come while he fucked my ass.

When he started to move, my whole world fractured. Before I knew what was happening, my climax was raining down over me, one wave after another rolling from the ends of my fingers down to the tips of my toes and then back up again. One scream after another ripped free from my throat. There was no keeping quiet. It wasn’t any use trying either.

I just came.

Murtagh’s arms wound around my waist and Caspian slipped beneath me, my body still bucking from the effects of that first orgasm. With my bottom still burning inside and out, I writhed shamelessly, my pleasure taking me captive and not letting me go, no matter how high my head soared.

Caspian’s cock lined up with the entrance of my pussy, but I was too caught up in the throes of my own passion to fight back. One moment, the head of his dick was brushing against my channel, and the next, it was forcing its way inside me.

I screamed again, but this time, it was because I was so full. So very full. Both men had big cocks, and my tight little body didn’t want to take them, or maybe it couldn’t, but Murtagh pulled out at the same time that Caspian pressed into me, and I had no choice but to take it.

My back arched and bowed as I inadvertently rode them. Then, each cock plunged into me at the same time, and I lost all sense of reason.

A torrent of intensely powerful sensations cascaded through me, each one more intoxicating than the last. It was as if these two men had unlocked a hidden door within me, releasing a rush of pleasure that I’d never dared to imagine was possible. Sweat beaded and rolled down my spine, but it did nothing to cool me. It only made me hotter.

The air around us crackled with blazing heat. Every nerve in my body felt heightened, each breath I took laced with a heady mix of fear and longing. It was an impossibly good feeling, like teetering on the edge of a cliff, where fear and excitement meld into one exhilarating rush.

I came again.

My toes curled as my eyes rolled back in my head. Wave after wave of euphoric ecstasy poured down on me like a sudden storm, swirling me up in pleasure and drowning me within its depths. I screamed. I moaned. I came apart at the seams.

Each man pounded into me, sinking deep inside me with every thrust, and I lost all sense of reason. Wild passionate heat ricocheted through me as I threw my head back and let them rut me, taking it all and loving every second of it whether I wanted to or not.

I drew in a breath, and then another, and then my head soared up into the clouds, and then another climax ripped through me before I even realized the second had ended.

“That’s it, little mouse. Come for us,” Caspian purred.

“This tight little hole squeezes my cock every time you come, little one. I love it,” Murtagh growled, and my legs started to tremble.

I could feel another orgasm on the horizon, and I didn’t understand it. I couldn’t think. I could only feel. When it hit, it threw me off the cliff into a freefall that seemed like it would never end. The world around me narrowed in on this single moment.

And then it all imploded, and I stopped counting because I was no longer capable of rational thought.

They pumped faster and faster into me, and I shattered so hard that my world turned into a revolving galaxy of stars and light and all things bright.

Endless sensation.

Delicious agony.

Utter bliss like I’d never known.

Murtagh had made me come hard. The two of them, even harder. My body writhed on top of theirs, and then one last climax ripped through me without warning and without remorse.

Every part of my body came alive.

It was overwhelming, like being submerged in warm, swirling waters, where waves of pleasure and anticipation lapped over me, leaving me breathless. The air between us vibrated with sensation, and I found myself endlessly held captive to it. Every inch of my skin tingled with ecstasy that was both wonderful and incredibly painful at the same time. It was as though I had been asleep my whole life, only to be jolted awake by their electrifying touch.

They fucked me harder, driving my orgasm up into the stars, and then deep inside me, I could feel their cocks throbbing. Both men roared, Caspian’s a little quieter, Murtagh’s much wilder, and then their hot seed was spurting up into my tight holes in one blazing surge after another.

I’d never felt so full in my life.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, little one,” Murtagh roared, and Caspian looked up into my eyes, holding them captive as I continued to break apart between them.

With their seed still spurting deep inside me, I broke so hard that I didn’t know if I’d ever be the same again.

Truthfully, I knew the answer to that.

I wouldn’t be.

Being with the two of them had ruined me.

Forever.