Dastian takes the invitation, hammering into me with a rhythm that has everything to do with annihilation. Voren’s fingers are a masterclass in cruelty, pinching and teasing my clit until I’m whimpering.
“Both of you,” I pant. “Both of you!”
“We’ll wreck that perfect cunt,” Voren murmurs, but presses his cock against me anyway, where Dastian is still buried. The stretch is impossible, obscene. My body shouldn’t accommodate both of them, yet somehow, they fit as if my pussy was made for them.
“Relax,” Voren commands against my ear, his voice a frozen whisper that makes my skin prickle. “Or I’ll rip you apart.”
I gulp, trying to relax muscles that are screaming in protest. The head of his cock pushes further in alongside Dastian’s. The sensation is so overwhelming that my vision whites out. I’m being split in two, torn open by gods who don’t understand the concept of mortal limitations.
Except I’m not mortal. Not entirely. The power of the Firsts is roaring to life inside me, a furnace that burns away every careful wall I’ve ever built. It’s agony and ecstasy braided together, and I’m drowning in it.
“That’s it,” Dastian groans, his fingers bruising my hips. “Take our cocks, slayer. You were born to serve us, to fuck us.”
His words bounce around my skull, but something unfurls in my chest, in my blood, in the very marrow of my bones. It’s ancient and furious, a power that’s been sleeping for generations, waiting for a vessel strong enough to contain it.
Voren buries himself the rest of the way inside me, and the scream that tears from my throat isn’t pain. It’s something primal, something that tastes like lightning and ancient battlefields. The lake erupts around us, water shooting up in geysers that catch fire mid-air before raining down as steam.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, because if they stop now, I think I might actually explode. “I need?—”
Voren’s hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my words. “We know what you need.”
They move together, a brutal synchronicity that shouldn’t be possible. Every thrust rewires something primitive in my brain as my cunt is stretched past the point of pain and tumbles straight into pleasure. I’m being unmade and remade with each punishing stroke.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, don’t fucking stop.”
Dastian drives deeper, and the friction of two god-cocks stretching me sends me careening over the edge. The orgasm detonates through my entire body like a supernova.
“Fuck,” Voren rasps against my neck. “So fucking tight, slayer.” He bites me again, and I convulse, harder, tighter as another orgasm starts before the first has died down. My clit is a throbbing mass of nerves that ejects a stream of wetness that makes Dastian growl when he feels it. I’m coming so hard that I can’t see, can’t breathe, can’t do anything except shatter into a million pieces while they fuck me through it.
“That’s it,” Dastian hisses. “Break for us, slayer. Shatter on our cocks.”
Voren’s grip on my throat tightens, cutting off just enough air that my head goes light, floaty. The lack of oxygen, combined with the relentless assault on my pussy sends me spiralling into something beyond pleasure. It’stranscendent, terrifying, and I’m completely at their mercy.
“Squeeze our cocks harder, slayer,” Voren rasps. “Claim us.”
I can’t respond. I’m too busy falling apart as they both slam into me again, and again.
Voren groans against my neck, his cock twitching inside me as he finds his release. The cold of his cum floods into me, mixing with the scorching heat of Dastian’s power. It’s too much, too intense, and I’m drowning in sensation.
Dastian follows a heartbeat later, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise as he empties himself inside me.
“Fuck,” I pant as they stop thrusting but remain inside me, still as hard as they were before they came. “Again.”
Voren chuckles as Dastian pulls out. “You need to recover, Nyssa. We have torn you apart.”
“No, I’m fine!” I say, panic hitting my chest as Voren pulls out as well, leaving me alone and empty. My pussy aches, stretched and used, leaking their cum into the lake, but I’m not done. This isn’t over. I feel incomplete, and when I look over to the shore, I see why.
Dreven.
He holds his hand out to me as dusk draws in, and I go to him like a needy little whore who can’t get enough dick. That is what they turned me into. Their whore.You were born to serve us, to fuck us.Dastian’s words echo in my mind. Is this what he meant? That I’m theirs to use whenever they want, and I’ll beg for it?
I crawl out of the water, my arms trembling as I try to support my weight. Dreven’s eyes are silver like the stars again. His hand is steady, unwavering, and when I take it, his fingers close around mine with a possessiveness thatsends a fresh wave of heat through my already ravaged body.
“You’re not done,” he states, hauling me to my feet.
“No.” My voice is wrecked, raw from screaming. “I need?—”
“You need me.” He pulls me against him, and the shadows wrap around us. “You need to burn it all away. Every last piece of resistance, every last fight for us that still resides in your soul. You were born to hate us, to challenge us, to fight us, to kill us. We were born to claim you, make you ours.”
