She was so full, but it felt right, her mind blank as she trembled in their arms. She was as powerful as a goddess, her body adapting to anything they wanted to do to her.
“Like you belong there. Like I’m just a set of holes to ruin.”
“And why is that?”
“I’m a good girl for my owners.”
Bellinor thrust in hard, making stars dot her vision as they both chuckled.
“That’s right, darling. You’re ours forever,” he said, and she was filled with bliss.
Her body was ramping up for a powerful release, squeezing their cocks as they took turns setting the pace. Every plunge proved that she’d made the right decision, the tenderness of their love clear in the brutal way they used her. Her stomach was filling, the delicious taste of lust as sweet as any jam or pastry and far more decadent.
With a final thrust, she met her peak, a strangled cry leaving her lips as she clamped onto the lengths inside her. Rhythmic pulses of pleasure streamed through her, her vision clouding for a moment as she reveled in rapture. When they didn’t stop, she gripped the sheets, trying to pull herself away from them with no luck.
Rul held her in place, her core oversensitive after the intense orgasm. But they refused to cease, continuing to delve into her depths with increasing fury despite her groans.
“We’re not done with you yet,” he said, forcing her forward as he fucked her hard.
“You said you wanted all of your holes filled, didn’t you?” Bellinor asked with an insidious sneer.
He glanced past her, nodding at Rul, and she braced herself for what was to come.
A tendril of black smoke circled her neck, sliding along her chin like a snake until it tickled her lips. She opened her mouth, and it flowed down her throat in a ruthless plunge, expanding to fit the space with its heat. It was a strange sensation, ephemeral and corporeal at the same time, flickering between smoke and solid mass.
Rul’s hips slapped against her ass, the sound raw and erotic as Bellinor drove into her cunt. Her body succumbed to weakness, and she collapsed onto Bellinor with a whimper, letting the men use her.
“Our beautiful toy. She sacrificed everything for us,” Rul hissed.
“And we’ll give her everything in return,” Bellinor said, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. “Do you want our cum, little love?”
She nodded, unable to speak with the smoky tendril choking her, tears spilling down her cheeks as she curled against him.
“You ready for us, baby?” Rul asked, and she murmured an assent, her eyes fluttering shut.
The thrusts ramped up until there was a warm gush of liquid and matching groans, her body heating as they filled her with their seed. So full, she was fit to burst, electrified with lust-filled energy even as she grew weary.
She could hold on to consciousness no longer, letting sleep take her, knowing she was finally safe.
CHAPTER 23
STRONG ARMS AWOKE HER, squeezing her around the middle, the salacious dreamscape fading slowly.
When she tensed her cunt, she realized there was something there, a hard length filling her to capacity even as she slept. She let out a groan, rutting against the exquisite sensation, bliss wrapping her in its tender embrace.
“I could watch you sleep for hours knowing every inch of you belongs to us, even in your dreams.”
A grin spread across her face at Bellinor’s possessive words, and she fluttered her eyes open to find him staring at her. She was on top of him, straddling his waist as she had done after conquering le Voile, Rul lying next to them and petting his hand along her side.
What a dream it had been, the truth of Bellinor’s words coiling tension in her core as she ground against him. He gripped the backs of her thighs, andshe enjoyed the gentle passion after the ferocity of before.
“You look so beautiful covered in our marks, Isabelle,” Rul murmured, lazily stroking his hard cock as he watched them.
“Ottilie,” she corrected, the word filling her chest with lightness.
“Ottilie?” Rul asked, quirking a brow.
“That’s my name now.”
