53. Camila

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Idart through the dense forest, my heart pounding with exhilaration. The boys are behind me, their heavy footsteps crashing through the undergrowth. I feel a thrill of fear and anticipation as I weave between the trees, knowing they're hunting me.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as I push myself to run faster. The rough bark scrapes against my skin, but I hardly notice the pain. I can only focus on the chase.

I glance over my shoulder and see Ren closing in, his eyes wild and hungry. I let out a breathless laugh, picking up my pace, determined not to let him catch me yet.

Up ahead, I spot a fallen log, and without hesitation, I leap over it, landing nimbly on the other side. I can hear Elio's shout of approval behind me, spurring me onward.

The thicket becomes denser, slowing my progress, but I refuse to give up. I dart left, then right, trying to lose my pursuers in the maze of trees and bushes.

When I think I've lost them, a hand shoots out and grabs my arm. I let out a startled cry, but then I see Dante's face, his expression a mix of playfulness and something darker.

"Got you," he growls, pulling me close. I can feel the heat of his body, the strength in his grip, and I shiver in anticipation.

I thrash against Dante's grip, trying to break free. "Let me go!" I demand, injecting as much defiance into my voice as I can.

Dante just tightens his hold, his eyes gleaming. Before I can react, his mouth crashes down on mine in a searing kiss. I let out a muffled protest, still playing my part even as my body betrays me, heating up at his touch.

The sound of crunching leaves announces Ren's arrival. He sees me pinned against Dante and scowls.

"No fair, I almost had her!" he complains.

Dante smirks and pulls back from the kiss. "Better luck next time," he taunts.

I take advantage of Dante's distraction and try to wrench myself away again. But then Elio is there too, boxing me in.

"Did you really think you could escape us, princess?" Elio purrs. His hand trails down my side, and I shiver.

Their eyes are all on me now, filled with that unsettling mix of tenderness and hunger. I shrink back against the tree trunk, my breaths coming faster.

"Please, let me go," I whisper, but it's half-hearted. We all know I'm not really trying to escape anymore.

Renzo moves first, pinning my wrists above my head. Elio claims my lips in a searing kiss while Dante's hands wander greedily over my body. I moan, the sound muffled by Elio's mouth.

They descend on me with unrestrained desire now, aggressive and dominant like a pack of animals. Hands, lips, and teeth mark my skin as they tear at my clothes.

I gasp as I'm pushed to the forest floor, the hard ground cold against my skin. Dante slides beneath me, his body radiating heat, contrasting with the chilled earth. His hands grip my hips firmly as I straddle him, our playful game having taken an intense turn.

"No! Please, stop!"

I meet Dante's heated gaze, my heart racing with exhilaration and apprehension. His eyes reflect the same thrilling mix of emotions. Despite our pretense of hunter and prey, we connect in this charged moment. His hard cock presses against my soaking wet pussy, the head of it ready to slam inside.

Leaves crunch under Elio and Renzo's boots as they approach behind me. And I know exactly what to expect. All three will fill me while I scream at them to stop. The roleplaying makes it so heady that I'm on the verge of climaxing, and they've barely touched me.

Dante adjusts himself beneath me so his hard length presses against my entrance.

I bite my lip, trying to maintain my facade of resistance. "No, please," I whimper, the words hollow on my tongue.

Dante's eyes lock with mine, and I see a mirrored struggle between desire and apprehension.

But then Ren's voice cuts through. "Do it," he commands.

Dante hesitates only a moment before complying. I gasp as he pushes inside me, my back arching and giving Ren and Elio a perfect view from behind. Dante groans, burying himself to the hilt.

"Stop, you can't do this!" I cry out, the words punctuated by a moan I can't restrain.

Dante stills inside me, his jaw clenched with restraint.

"Keep going; she wants it," Ren urges. "She has the word to stop it, but she hasn't used it."

At Ren's words, Dante is spurred on, fucking me hard. Each thrust lights my nerves on fire, but I cling to my role.

"No, no, please stop!" My protests come out breathless as pleasure threatens to overwhelm me. I dig my nails into Dante's shoulders, eliciting a low growl.

His pace increases steadily until I'm crying out in earnest. But still, I beg him to stop, determined to play my part convincingly. Inside, my body screams for more even as my words reject him. I'm addicted to the intoxicating thrill of our twisted game.

"It's time she gets a taste of two cocks. Elio, you fuck her pussy too. Stretch her like she deserves to be stretched," Ren demands.

I gasp as the head of Elio's hard length presses against my entrance. Despite my continued protests, he pushes forward, forcing his way inside me alongside Dante. I cry out at the intense pressure, the burn of being stretched so fully.

"No, please, it's too much!" I beg, my voice breaking. But Elio is unrelenting, while he buries himself deep within me. Dante groans beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips. I'm pinned between them, impaled on both their cocks as they start to move.

The drag of them thrusting in tandem lights my nerves on fire. I whimper and squirm, but I'm held fast between their hard bodies. Elio's mouth finds the nape of my neck, placing biting kisses along my sensitive skin. One of his hands snakes around to tease my clit, clever fingers swirling in time with his thrusts.

"I can't, please stop!" My protests are feeble, my body too overwhelmed with sensation. I feel stretched to my limits, stuffed full. Yet despite the burning ache, my inner walls clench around them as pleasure builds.

Dante increases his pace, fucking into me relentlessly. Behind me, Elio matches his rhythm. They work in sync, two parts of one relentless machine. I'm caught up in their wake, battered by waves of unwanted ecstasy.

I whimper and thrash beneath Elio and Dante, still maintaining my facade of resistance even as my body screams for more. Their cocks stretch me, filling me so completely I can scarcely breathe.

"Please, stop! I can't take any more!" My protests come out desperate and breathless.

But then Renzo's dark and suggestive voice cuts through. "I think our girl can handle one more."

My eyes go wide at his implication. I continue begging them to stop, insisting I can't possibly take another man inside me. But even as the words spill from my lips, my inner walls clench at the thought, my traitorous body craving that delicious burn of being stretched even further.

Renzo moves closer, trailing his fingers down my back. I shudder at his touch, still pleading for him to stop. But my resolve is crumbling. The thought of being completely and utterly filled by my three men makes my toes curl in anticipation.

Sensing my desire, Renzo presses his advantage. His fingers dip teasingly between my legs, between Dante and Elio's cock, as he whispers filthy things in my ear. "You know that pussy is gagging for one more thick cock to stretch it to its limits. Now be a good girl, and relax for me."

I bite my lip, holding back a wanton moan. "Please, Renzo, no more," I gasp, even as my hips arch toward his touch instinctively. "I can't, it's too much!"

Renzo chuckles darkly. "I think you can take it. I know how much you want this."

His fingers continue their teasing ministrations until I'm slick and aching for one more thick cock. And despite my mouth's protests, my body is more than ready for his cock to fill me.

With a groan of satisfaction, Renzo clears his throat. "Elio, move forward so I've got space to get in."

Elio shifts, keeping his dick inside me but moving at a different angle so he's crouched over me. An angle that tears a guttural moan from my lips. He's crouching over my back, his dick thrust deep against Dante's. And then, I feel Renzo. His huge, thick head forces between the two men already inside me. I cry out, my inner walls stretched to their absolute limit now.

Three cocks move inside me, overwhelming my senses completely. The ache is exquisite, and I can no longer form words, only incoherent moans spilling from my lips.

My men fill me to the brim, possessing my body completely. And despite my role as the unwilling prey, I've never felt more complete. Impaled on all three of their cocks, I'm finally, blissfully whole.

Despite my faked resistance, pleasure courses through every fiber of my being. I've never felt more alive than in this moment, stretched and claimed so fully by three of my men.

Elio's breath is hot against my ear as if sensing my inner thoughts. "It's okay, princess. You can let go now. We've got you."

His words resonate with me, and I feel the last of my walls crumbling. I don't have to pretend anymore. I can embrace this, embrace them.

Renzo's thrusts quicken, lighting my nerves on fire. I arch into him with a ragged moan, no longer holding back. "That's it, bookworm," Renzo growls approvingly. "We know you love this. Our perfect little slut loves having three cocks in her cunt, doesn't she?"

I can't answer, only moan at his words.

Dante's grip on my hips tightens, angling me to take him even deeper. "You're ours now, tesoro. Let yourself feel it all."

Their words wash over me, freeing me from the last vestiges of restraint. My moans turn to cries of pure ecstasy. I move with them, chasing the climax at the end.

"Yes, yes!" I gasp, finally allowing the words to spill unchecked from my lips.

My men surround me, their thrusts perfectly in sync as they drive me higher. I'm floating, weightless in a haze of sensation.

"Come for us," Elio commands. His fingers find my clit, rubbing tight circles.

The dam breaks, and I shatter, pleasure exploding through every cell. I'm only distantly aware of their groans as my men follow me over the edge, spilling their cum inside me, filling me to the brim with cum.

I cling to them in the afterglow, feeling more connected than ever before. The pretenses have disappeared completely, leaving only raw intimacy in their wake.