I reach for the ornate bottle of oil resting on the edge of the platform. The claiming oil is scented with jasmine and something darker. I pour a generous amount into my palm.
“I’ll prepare you,” I tell Cora quietly, kneeling behind her. “You’ve been through a lot. I’ll go slow.”
She doesn’t acknowledge me, but doesn’t resist as Ryder gently guides her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. His hands settle at her waist, steadying her as he enters her. A small gasp escapes her lips.
I work the oil between my fingers, warming it before I touch her. When I finally press against her ass, I’m careful. Each circle of my fingertips is deliberate, applying gentle pressure without pushing forward.
“Breathe,” I murmur, watching as Liam positions himself by Cora’s head.
I add more oil, working my finger slowly inside Cora, feeling her tense and then gradually relax as I prepare her body to take me.
Cora’s body trembles between us, her skin flushed despite everything that’s happened. The orgy room has emptied of spectators—only hunters and their claimed prey remain for this final ritual. The air feels heavy with sweat and desire, illuminated by flickering candles that cast dancing shadows across bare skin.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur, continuing to work my fingers inside her, stretching her carefully. Unlike the rough claiming rituals I’ve witnessed from other hunters tonight, we’re taking our time. After what we put her through at the feast, she deserves gentleness.
Cora’s eyes flutter closed as she rocks on Ryder’s lap, her body accepting him. Liam stands before her, his cock sliding between her lips as she takes him in her mouth. His fingers tangle gently in her hair, gently guiding.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, adding more oil to my fingers.
She makes a small sound around Liam’s cock—not quite affirmation, not quite protest. I meet Ryder’s eyes over her shoulder. He gives me a slight nod, his hands steady on her hips.
“I’ll go slow,” I promise, positioning myself behind her.
I press against her entrance, feeling the resistance. The claiming oil makes my skin tingle as I push forward with exquisite care. Cora tenses, her back arching slightly, and I freeze.
“Breathe,” Ryder whispers to her, stroking her cheek. “Just breathe, baby.”
She inhales deeply through her nose, and as she exhales, I feel her body yield. I slide inside her inch by inch, feeling Ryder’s cock separated from mine by the thinnest barrier inside her body.
The sensation is overwhelming—tight heat enveloping me while I feel Ryder’s hardness pulsing. I grip Cora’s hips, steadying myself as much as her.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my forehead dropping to her shoulder as I seat myself fully inside her.
We begin to move together—a synchronized rhythm we’ve never practiced but somehow know instinctively. Liam’s pace matches ours, his breathing growing heavier as Cora takes him deeper.
In this moment, the claiming isn’t about possession or revenge. It’s about connection—a bridge between the four of us that none of us expected to build.
Cora starts moving with unexpected vigor, her body rolling between us in a rhythm that steals my breath. The resignedsubmission from moments ago vanishes, replaced by something hungry and desperate. Her hands grip Ryder’s shoulders for leverage as she drives herself down harder onto both of us.
“Fuck yes,” I growl. “Take us deeper.”
She moans around Liam’s cock, the vibration making him curse. His fingers tighten in her hair as she pulls back enough to speak.
“Harder,” she demands. “I want it harder.”
The command sends a surge of heat through my veins. I thrust forward, driving deeper inside her. The feeling of Ryder’s cock sliding against mine inside her tight heat nearly breaks my control.
“You like being filled by all of us, don’t you?” Liam pants, guiding himself back between her lips. “Such a greedy slut.”
Ryder’s hips snap upward, matching my pace. “God, you feel so fucking good around us.”
Cora whimpers, her body trembling as we find a punishing rhythm. She’s taking control even while being filled—a contradiction that drives me wild. Her inner muscles clench around us, drawing us deeper.
“That’s it,” I hiss, feeling pressure building at the base of my spine. “Take everything we give you. Gonna fill this perfect ass with cum,” I promise, my voice hoarse with need.
I feel her body tensing, the telltale tremors of her approaching climax rippling through her. Ryder groans, his movements becoming erratic.
“I’m close,” he warns, his fingers digging into Cora’s thighs.
