I lock eyes with each of them as I drive into her. “Our little doe likes it rough.” I press my palm against her belly as I fuck her senseless, provoking gurgled cries from her throat. Her face twists and contorts with lust.
“You’re insatiable. Fuck,” I rasp.
I can’t hold back. Later, I will fuck her longer, slower, and deeper. I squeeze her hips and grind harder as my cum unleashes. Laughter erupts from my chest as each spasm reminds me of how malnourished I’ve been. My hunger grows like a disease with each thrust.
She screams as I rip through her tender flesh, hyperventilating as she’s gripped by her own carnal pleasure. Her voice cracks halfway through her admission, and her skin breaks out into a feverish sweat. She grinds against me in return until I feel the soaking wet spray of her essence drenching my cock.
War and Death suck on her nipples, humming as they savor the taste. Conquest pinches her nub, drawing her orgasm out further. He licks his lips, hungry for a turn.
I slip out of her cunt and crane my neck to lick the cream from her slit. “You’ve only made me more ravenous, little doe. You might be bedridden for a week after we’ve had our fill.”
Imogen’s eyes glaze over. The rise and fall of her chest is rapid. “Give me more,” she demands on a shaky breath.
I smirk as I switch places with Conquest. “She is beyond worthy.”
His eyes darken, burning with lust and desire. He strokes her cunt gently, smearing my cum and hers over her belly and thighs. “Welcome home, little doe. Now let us hear how loud you can scream.”
He plunges the entire length of his cock inside her without coaxing.
She bucks and lets out an animalistic cry as blood trickles down her thighs. But it doesn’t take long for her to settle into a rhythm. I watch, mesmerized, as their bodies rock against each other. The way his thick cock slides in and out of her swollen hole, slick with blood and cum.
Death gnaws at her neck, scraping his teeth against her flesh like a starved wolf while War continues to play with her hard nipples. I shove two fingers inside her mouth and press down on her tongue. She gags and convulses, making me harder. I want to slide my cock down her throat and steal the air from her lungs.
“That’s it, my sweet, choke for me,” I growl.
Conquest grunts as he rails her, his body glistening with sweat. It drips between his muscles, highlighting the ridges in his exquisitely carved belly. I lean forward and run my tongue across his chest, lapping up the salty sweat like an obedient dog.
Her eyes widen as her arousal grows. “It’s happening again.Fuck. It feels… like fire.”
Conquest slides his forearms underneath her thighs and yanks her hips up. “Fuck, I never want to leave this cunt. Brace yourself, little doe.”
His eyes roll back in his head, his toes curling as centuries of pent-up desire unfurl between them.
Her moans are music to my ears. “I don’t want to stop,” she whines.
Conquest thrusts twice more before pulling out. “Sheisa worthy sacrifice,” he admits on a shaky breath.
War flips her onto her stomach. “I’ll find out for myself.” He drags his finger down the crack of her ass. “I want this hole first.”
She claws at the sheets and squirms in an attempt to get away from him, but we hold her down. Death caresses her back. “Shhh, little doe. Relax. You’re going to enjoy this one even more.”
My cock throbs with anticipation while War smears honey up and down his shaft. He then drops a glob of it onto her anus, coating her entrance until she’s thoroughly lubricated.
She thrashes on the bed. “Wait, it’s too small. I can’t do this.”
He yanks her hips back, forcing her to her knees. “You can and you will. And after, you will thank me for giving you the best orgasm of your life.”
“I hate you,” she growls, but it’s without conviction.
“Good. I like it when you’re angry.”
Apale light streams in through the stained glass windows. For a moment, I lose my bearings, forgetting I’m in a castle with four heathens who spared my life only to claim my body. I drift between fear and desire, lust and shame. I have survived the night, but will that be enough?
War is a rabid wolf at my back. He grips my ass hard, spreading my cheeks apart as he coats my entrance with the thick honey; once used to sweeten my tea and cakes, now a lubricant for him to ease inside my most fragile cavity.
But as he inches the tip of his cock in, it feels as if there isn’t enough moisture in the world to make this hurt less. Even so, still, my pussy throbs, full of desire and greed for their depravity.
I claw at the bed sheets, nearly foaming at the mouth. My monsters are as gentle as they are fierce, softly caressing myskin as they pull and pinch and demand more of me. I take deep breaths as War’s cock promises to rip me apart.
