“You’re doing so well,” Conquest coaxes with his hands tangled in my hair. His firm grip on my strands, a mixture of ownership and tender support.
Death’s hand is underneath me, cupping my pussy. And so help me, but I can’t stop myself from rubbing it against his cold palm, desperate to find a sense of pleasure that will melt away the pain.
War lifts my hips higher as he pushes in another inch. “Mmm… such a good little whore.”
A trickle of fear stirs in my belly. What if they intend to still kill me after? Or during? I wonder if one can die this way. He could rip me apart from the inside out.
“Don’t be afraid,” Death whispers in my ear.
Famine chuckles. “Be terrified.”
I bite down on my lower lip and take shallow breaths. “You’re too big for me. Please…”
War thrusts in deeper, ignoring my pleas. “You were made for us, Imogen. Don’t deny me your ache. I want to hear the cracks in your voice when you scream.”Thrust. “I want to taste the sweat off your back and lick the tears from your eyes.”Thrust.
He’s filling me up, remaking me in his image like an iron forged in fire. And it sparks something inside me that reverberates through my entire core.Ohhh. I jerk against the mattress and use Death’s hand as an anchor, rubbing harder against it.
War grunts and squeezes my buttocks together, creating a cradle for his hard cock. “Ahhh. That’s it. You’re opening up for me now. Doesn’t that feel better, little doe?”
I can’t deny that it does. He’s unlocked something primal within me. I unclench and exhale the breath I’ve been holding, whimpering into the sheets as he thrusts all the way in.
Conquest yanks on my hair. “He asked you a question. Answer it.”
“Y-yes,” I declare.
War smears his honey-coated fingers around my hole as he slides out halfway, then slams back in.
I buck and cry out. Oh gods.Why does this feel so good?A deep ache festers in my belly, a longing to be defiled in every way. He draws this out of me. They all do. I feel rabid and raw.Alive.
“Wait,” Death commands. “Let me get underneath her.”
I’m panting as tears stream down my face. I’m overstimulated, combusting like a bonfire that’s been ignited by oil. I’m the wildfireandthe wood that stokes it.
The three of them lift me up while Death lies back against the mattress. “I want you to take both of us at the same time.”
Panic seizes my chest. I shake my head. “Are you mad? That’s not possible.”
Shadows flicker through his eyes even as he smirks. “Slide that pretty cunt around my cock, little doe. I’ll show you what is possible.”
He spreads my pussy wide with his fingers as I lower myself onto him. “Uhhh,” I murmur.
His lip quivers. “Oh, that’s good. What a marvel you are.”
“Enough,” War growls. He rubs the tip of his wet cock in circles around my swollen hole. “I want back in.”
Before I can protest, he returns, sliding in much easier this time. My mouth gapes open as the sensation of both of them inside me does unspeakable things to my heart rate and my bewildered mind. It shouldn’t feel this natural. This familiar. As if they were made to be inside me at once.
They guide me back and forth between them like a seesaw. Our moans morph together into one terrifying voice, strangled in our chests like caged birds pecking away at their steel bars.
Famine yanks my chin toward his cock. “Open your mouth.”
I’m dizzy, my heart racing wildly in my chest as the stimulation shatters me. And now they make even more demands, requiring more sacrifices.
Conquest pushes my head farther down. “Let us complete you.”
As soon as I part my lips, Famine plunges his cock inside my mouth.
“Oh, you like getting used by us, don’t you?” Death’s gaze is taunting, yet tender. As if his degradation is an act of endearment.
