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Thalos’s hands slide down my back, ripping my clothes and exposing me to the cool air of the room. He doesn’t waste time. His fingers find my core, teasing and probing until I’m trembling with need.

Irix steps closer, taking off his armor. He takes my free hand and guides it to his length. “Don’t forget me,” he says with a grin.

Three monstrous cocks, and I don’t know how to handle them. I let out a gasp as I feel Thalos’ cock behind me. It’s thickness will always be something new to me. Among the three, he has the thickest cock.

Kael rubs his cock onto my face, and I open my mouth, unconsciously wanting to suck it. Irix laughs and moves my hand. My eyes widen when the tip of Kael’s cock slips in.

Suddenly, Thalos enters me in one swift motion, a guttural moan escaping my lips as he fills me completely. My back arches and my mind goes haywire.

The taste of Kael’s cock is intoxicating, and I lose myself in the rhythm—sucking Kael’s cock while jerking off Irix and feeling Thalos pound into me from behind. I try to accommodate more of Kael’s cock in my mouth despite it’s size as I meet Thalos’ hips.

The mixture of fullness, slight discomfort due to my position, and utter pleasure is out of this world.

The room fills with the sounds of grunts and moans mingling with the slick sounds of skin against skin. Kael's hand tangles in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrusts into my mouth. Thalos's pace quickens, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

Irix watches with hungry eyes, his breathing ragged as I work him with my hand. “Such a good girl,” he mutters, his voice a low growl.

The sensations overwhelm me—Kael’s cock filling my mouth, Thalos driving into me from behind, and Irix in my hand. My body responds instinctively, pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

It’s wild and raw—a moment where we’re all lost to each other. Suddenly, the building desire inside me snaps into a mind-shattering orgasm. Kael lets out a raw, pulling out of my mouth and spraying his cum onto my face as I convulse on the floor. At the same time, Irix come into my hands.

My knees can’t hold me up, so Thalos grabs my waist, moving faster and harder, hitting me so deep I scream in ecstasy. Helifts me up and spreads my legs so Kael and Irix can see my cunt taking all of him.

“I’m coming again!” I scream, my legs up in the air and Thalos shoving his cock in. Kael and Irix draw closer. It sends me over the edge, and I squirt onto their faces. Thalos roars behind me, coming inside my pussy. I slump, panting and unable to move.

Carefully, Kael takes me from Thalos’ arms and whispers, “You need to rest. Let me clean you up. But don’t think this is over yet, Laia. You’ll have to learn to take all of us.”

My eyes widen at his statement, exhaustion taking over me. All I hear is their chuckle before sleep takes me under.

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33

THALOS

We have finally settled into our new home, but Eryndor won’t stop. He just can’t let Laia go.

The forest is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot. I move through the underbrush like a shadow, my senses sharp, every instinct on high alert. Today, I’m not hunting for food. The scent of dark elves lingers in the air, faint but unmistakable. Eryndor’s scouts. They’re getting too close. Too bold.

My lip curls in disgust as I think of Eryndor and his minions daring to encroach on our territory. My grip tightens around the haft of my axe, the familiar weight a comfort and a promise of violence.

Movement ahead catches my eye—a trio of dark elves, their black armor gleaming faintly under the canopy. They haven’t seen me yet. Good.

I move swiftly, my steps silent and sure. In moments, I’m upon them, my axe already in hand. The first dark elf turns just as my blade slices through his throat in a single, brutal motion. Blood sprays, painting the forest floor red.

The other two react too slowly, their eyes widening in shock as their comrade falls. One fumbles for his weapon while the other stumbles back, trying to assess the threat that’s already upon them.

I waste no time, my axe swinging in a deadly arc. The second dark elf raises his blade to block, but he’s too slow. My axe cleaves through his defense and buries itself in his chest with a sickening crunch. He gasps, blood bubbling from his lips as he crumples to the ground.

The third one tries to run, panic written across his face. But there’s no escape. I lunge forward, catching him by the shoulder and yanking him back with brutal force. His scream is cut short as I drive my axe into his back and I slam him onto the ground.

I stand over their bodies for a moment, breathing heavily, my eyes scanning the trees for any more threats. The forest is still once more, save for the dying gurgles of the dark elves at my feet.

Eryndor’s scouts will think twice before coming this close again. But this is just the beginning. They won’t stop until they’ve taken everything from us—until they’ve taken Laia from us.

I scan the bodies and spot the one with the fewest injuries—the one I had slammed into the ground. He’s still alive, barely conscious, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Good. We need answers.

Grabbing him by the collar, I haul him to his feet. He groans in pain, his head lolling as he tries to focus on me through the haze of agony. “You’re coming with me,” I growl, dragging him back toward our lair.

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