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The fullness was overwhelming—a delicious ache that radiated through my entire being. I was split open, impaled on Valen’s thick cock as he held himself still, letting me adjust to the intense stretch.

Titus leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at you, taking his cock so deep in your ass. Such a filthy, greedy little witch.”

His words sent a fresh wave of lust crashing through me, even as Valen began to move, drawing back slowly before thrusting in again. The drag of his cock against my inner walls ignited sparks of dark ecstasy that danced along my nerve endings.

“Please,” I whimpered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for.

More, harder, deeper—I wanted it all, wanted them to use me until I shattered.

Bastian smirked, and his hand trailed down my quivering stomach to my quivering, empty cunt. “I think she needs more, brothers. Our insatiable little bird.”

His fingers delved between my folds to find my aching clit.

I gasped and jolted at the sudden stimulation, my body already wound so tight.

Valen groaned as my ass clenched around him and his thrusts grew harder and more insistent.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Squeeze my cock, just like that.”

Bastian’s fingers worked my clit mercilessly as Valen fucked my ass.

Bastian’s skilled fingers danced over my throbbing clit as Valen’s cock stretched my tight ass, each thrust driving me higher. Intense ecstasy overcame me as Bastian and Valen skillfully orchestrated my every response.

“Look at her,” Titus mused, his voice thick with lust as he stroked his cock. “Our perfect little witch, coming undone for us.”

I could only moan in response, too far gone for coherence. Valen’s pace was relentless now, each snap of his hips burying his cock deep in my ass. The obscene slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingled with my wanton cries.

Bastian leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as his fingers continued their torturous dance on my clit. “Cum for us, sister. Let us feel this greedy hole milk Valen’s cock.”

His filthy words were my undoing. My body seized, my back arching off the bed as my orgasm ripped through me. Valen cursed, his grip on my thighs bruising as my ass clenched rhythmically around his driving cock.

“Fuck, yes!” he roared, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Take my cum, you filthy witch.”

He swelled inside me and his cock pulsed as he spilled his hot seed deep in my ass. The sensation prolonged my ownrelease, aftershocks wracking my body as I clenched around him, milking every last drop.

With a groan, Valen pulled his cock out of my ass with a slick pop and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, my hole fluttering and dripping with his cum. But I had no time to recover as Titus grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my hands and knees.

“My turn,” he growled, his voice thick with dark promise.

Titus lined up his cock with my slick, stretched hole and thrust in with one brutal stroke. I cried out, my sensitive nerves igniting at the sudden intrusion. He set a punishing pace, his pelvis slapping against my ass as he drove into me.

“Look at you, taking my cock so deep in this filthy hole,” Titus snarled, one hand tangling in my hair and yanking my head back. “You love being stuffed full of our cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, tears of twisted ecstasy streaming down my face. “I love it, I need it...”

Bastian knelt in front of me, fisting his cock. “Open up, sister. I know this greedy mouth needs to be filled, too.”

I parted my lips obediently, and he thrust into my mouth, choking me with his thick length.

I gagged around Bastian’s cock as he fucked my throat, and Titus’s hand in my hair held me in place. Titus continued his relentless assault on my ass, each brutal thrust forcing me forward onto Bastian’s cock. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe, my body overwhelmed by the dual invasion.

“Fuck, her mouth feels so good,” Bastian groaned, his hips snapping forward.

I could only gurgle in response, saliva dripping down my chin as he claimed my throat. The depravity of it all sent dark thrills racing through me, my body reveling in the harsh treatment.

Titus’ hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp sting mingling deliciously with the deep ache of his cock splitting me open. “This ass was made to be fucked,” he growled, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust. “Such a perfect, tight little hole.”

I clenched around him, my body responding shamelessly to his filthy praise. The grimoire’s whispers grew to a crescendo in my mind, urging me to give in completely, to let the darkness consume me.

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