Page 93 of Cedarwood Cabin

Lyka holds his hand out to me. I nudge it away, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me into this body. I pound my fists into his chest and cry. His hands move to the back of my thighs and he picks me up. I wrap my legs around him and I cry into his shoulder.

“We caught you. You lost, Flora. Now you’re ours forever,” he murmurs as he carries me towards the cabin. I look behind me and see Dax standing by the door, holding it open with a sinister grin.

We enter the cabin and I bury my face against Lyka’s shoulder, trying to shield myself from the reality of my situation. He sets me down and Dax moves behind me, cocooning me in their presence. I feel Dax’s arm come around my body as he begins to rub my pussy over my jeans. Despite everything, my body accepts him easily. I should hate them. What am I doing? I raise my hand and place it on the back of his head as it rests on my shoulder.

Lyka’s lips find mine, kissing me passionately like he owns me. I melt into his embrace, our mouths moving together. I moan into his mouth as Dax continues to rub me. His fingers trace over the top of my jeans. I feel myself seeking more. Their bodies press against mine. Dax’s hand works on pushing my jeans down my legs. My breath catches in my throat as he pulls my panties down, his fingers delicately parting my lips.

“Fucking hell. She's so wet, Lyka,” Dax groans.

Lyka steps back and begins to undo his belt. His eyes are fixed on mine with intensity.

“Is your pussy excited for us?” he asks with a smirk. I shake my head in defiance.

Dax's fingers move faster on my clit and my body seems to lean into his touch. Lyka’s belt comes undone and he slides it off. He pulls down his pants and underwear, kicking them to the side. Dax's fingers leave my pussy as Lyka walks over with his hard erection. He places his hands behind my ass and lifts me. I wrap my arms and legs around him on instinct. His body radiates heat against mine and I feel his cock press against my sensitive pussy. He pins me against the wall with his cock at my wet entrance, ready to plunge into me.

His hips thrust forward and I gasp as his cock slides deep into me. The rough texture of the wall against my back adds to the sensation. I hold onto him tight as he thrusts deeper inside me. I hear the slick sounds of our bodies moving together, the wetness between my legs. His fingers dig into my skin while he fucks me with force against the wall. I glance over Lyka’s shoulder to find Dax standing there, eyes locked on us. He doesn't waste any time, pulling his jeans and underwear down. His cock springs free, already hard as he begins stroking himself.

I watch Dax, his movement as fast as Lyka’s thrusts. I arch my back into his thrusts, my fingers digging into his shoulders. My moans grow louder at the feeling of being filled by him and the exhibitionist thrill of Dax watching us.

Lyka grunts and suddenly pulls out of me. I remove and unwrap my legs from his hips as he places me down.

He guides me to the bed, his eyes silently demanding. Dax follows us, his gaze heavy behind mine. Lyka nods toward Dax, giving him a silent cue. Without a second thought, Dax lies on the bed as his cock twitches. Lyka’s grip on my hand tightens and he stands behind the bed. “Get on top of him,” he commands.

I straddle Dax’s lap, feeling his cock directly below me. Dax reaches up, gripping my waist and guiding me into position. I line myself up with him and the tip of his cock pries my pussy lips open. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, gasping as he fills me. His hand grasps onto my hips and I start grinding on him. Our bodies move together and I feel Lyka looming over us as he watches. “There's a good girl,” Lyka says, full of satisfaction. He reaches out his hand and moves my hair out of my face. Dax's cock stirs inside me, making me gasp. Lyka’s hand moves from my hair to my cheek, his touch possessive. “Do you like how he stretches your pussy?”

I bite my lip and struggle to find my voice. “I…I love it,” I force myself to stutter.

Lyka leans closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Ride him…Show us how much you love a Faulkner’s cock.”

His words make me feel weak as I roll my hips and grind against Dax’s cock. I feel Lyka’s strong presence move behind me as he gets onto the bed, his hand pushing down on my back. Lyka’s voice cuts with a commanding undertone. “Dax may have been the first one in your tight pussy, but I’m gonna be the first one in your ass.”

I let out a loud gulp and stop breathing for a second. A mixture of nervous excitement and arousal swirls within me. Lyka prepares himself to claim what he wants. His hand gropes around my ass followed by a resounding smack, making me let out a little whimper. The sound of his spit hitting my skin makes me stiffen as the warm moisture lands just right above my exposed asshole. I can feel Lyka's cock pressing on my tight entrance as he starts to rub his cock against my hole.

Dax guides my head down to his neck. His grip on my neck gets a little tighter, urging me closer.

Lyka grabs the sides of my ass cheeks and I feel a sharp, jabbing pain in my asshole, a burning sensation running through me like wildfire. I’m being stretched to the limit as I cry into Dax's neck.

“I can’t! Fuck!” I sob.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe,” Dax repeats, soothing me.

He holds me against him as he continues to thrust beneath me. I grit my teeth through the searing pain in my ass.

Lyka's grip on my ass tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushes further into me. My body quakes. I feel myself ready to collapse as the pain becomes too much to handle. Tears stream down my face as he bottoms out.

“Fucking look at them dimples above your ass,” Lyka says out of breath.

Dax and Lyka move inside me together. I feel every inch of them stretching and filling me. I relax and let the sensations ride over as hands move all over my skin.

“She's taking our cocks so well. I think she can take more,” Lyka says as he thrusts deeper into my asshole, his balls slapping against my skin.

Dax moans loudly as he continues thrusting. I feel Lyka's firm grip as he fists my hair, grasping at me like he's claiming me. He pulls my head up and I turn my face to the side. “Open your mouth,” he demands.

I open wide, sticking out my tongue as he spits in my mouth. It tastes slightly bitter and I swallow hesitantly.

“You’re one of us, a Faulkner. Do you understand?” His words resound inside me. Pride washes over me, mixed with a twinge of submission. Lyka grips my throat and squeezes. “Do you fucking understand, Flora?” he asks again.

I meet his gaze with desire, my defiance crumbling as my eyes lock onto his. Dax pounds into me from below, making it hard to think coherent sentences.

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