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This fucking girl was crafted to serve our needs. We’ll fuck the defiance out of her. Teach her how to obey and make her ours.

My balls tighten and I know I’m seconds away from blowing my load if she doesn’t stop. Before I spill everything I have down her throat, I pull free from the heat of her mouth. She looks up at me with a question swirling in her eyes.

“On your feet.” She hastily obeys the command, releases my dad and honorary uncle as she climbs to her feet. I grip her arm and drag her forward into the center of the room where she was chained. I reach for the cuffs. She tries to pull out of my hold but I tighten it.

“No—”

I cut her off before she can continue her spiel. “This is for your gratification, your highness. More so than ours.” She stops struggling and allows me to secure the cuffs around her wrists. Dad uses the lever on the side of the wall and her arms lift above her head. When she’s at the perfect height he stops. He and Prince come to stand on either side of me.

I don’t waste words, she knows what’s about to happen.

I step into her, grip her thighs and secure them around my waist. Her eyes bore into mine as I reach between our bodies and line my cock up with her entrance.

“This cunt belongs to the Huntsmen now,” I grit out before I slam into her. She throws her head back and lets out a toe-curling scream that has the monster inside me beating his fists against his chest. Prince moves to stand behind her. I remain still as I wait for him to situate himself. She peers back at him over her shoulder.

“Spread her ass for me.” I reach around, grip her cheeks and hold them open as he lifts his hand to her face. “Spit,” he snaps. She does as he demands and spits into the palm of his hand. Prince uses her saliva to lube up his dick.

He gives her no warning as he lines himself up then thrusts into her. This time the scream that rips out of her isn’t from pleasure. This scream is bloodcurdling and filled with pain. Tears roll down her cheeks, her breathing is labored and ragged.

She’s trembling from the pain.

“P-please…” she chokes out through her tears.

I know what she thinks she wants and she’s wrong. She doesn’t really want this to stop. She just doesn’t know how good it’s about to feel with two cocks inside her.

“Watch my dad stroke his cock while he watches us fuck you,” I say in a seductive tone. I don’t wait for a response as I draw back and push into her, a soft mewl escaping her as I do it again. I keep my pace steady and even, forcing her to feel every fucking inch of our cocks. Before long, those soft mewls turn into wanton, lustfilled moans that drive me crazy.

CHAPTER THREE

SNOW

The pain has slowly taken a back seat to the pleasure brewing inside me with each thrust. I can feel every inch of their cocks and it’s driving me insane with need. With my hands being restrained, I’m forced to surrender control to them and endure what they give me.

I’ve never felt like this, it feels… like too much but not enough at the same time. I want—no, I need more, but how much more can I take?

I look over and watch his father stroke his cock—long, hard and slow. It’s almost like he is torturing himself, wanting to drag this moment out and make it last so he can feel every ounce of pleasure he is wringing out of himself. Having his focus on me and knowing his cock is hard just from watching us sends a thrill through me.

Both men draw back and my breath stills as anticipation rolls through me. When they thrust forward at the same time and bury themselves in my holes like they belong there, a scream filled with primal hunger tears out of me. The bliss erupting inside me is fucking addictive, it consumes my rational thought.

I know my sexual desires aren’t exactly what one would expect of a Princess, but who the fuck cares? People can judge me all they want and whisper behind my back, it’s not like I’m fucking them!

“You’re ours, Princess,” the one in front of me announces in a possessive tone.

“This ass is mine tonight,” the one behind me adds, making me shiver.

“Fuck her harder, I want to hear her scream,” the other guy says in an authoritative tone. The two obey without complaint and slam into me harder, making me scream so loud my throat grows hoarse. I feel the beginning of my orgasm building and I’m powerless to control it. I have no control of this entire situation, the notion both thrilling and terrifying. I’m used to being in control and having others bend to my will and listen to orders I give. Something about this situation and these three tell me that I won’t have any say or control.

“Argh!” I cry out when they slam into me again. The force of their thrusts is having the orgasm build rapidly, uncontrolled and volatile. Knowing that this will be the first time I have ever come just from penetration is like a sex-crazed dream finally coming true and I could almost weep with gratitude.

“That little cunt is strangling my cock.” His voice is strained and I can tell from how tense he is that he’s on the cusp of an explosive release.

Knowing that I'm the reason for that stirs an animalistic need inside me to hear him roar. I want to hear him scream my name as he empties himself inside me. I try to push down against them and claim some type of control of this situation but it’s useless.

“Fuck, baby, her ass feels so good,” he growls from behind me. I peer over my shoulder at him.

“Mark my ass, make it yours,” I pant, like a moth to a flame my attention is captured when the last guy groans. I watch his strokes turn hurried. The grip he has on himself looks punishing, even with the mask on I can tell from the strain in his eyes that he’s ready to fall over the edge of euphoric bliss—ready to explode and coat his hand with his own release.

“Come.” That single word spoken from him, as he maintains eye contact with me as I’m being fucked ,is a show of his power and dominance.