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Bastian wasted no time, his hands replacing Titus’ on my hips as he lined up his cock and slammed into my aching cunt with one brutal thrust. I screamed, my body still trembling from Titus’ assault, as Bastian set a punishing pace. Each snap of his hips sent shockwaves through me, my breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

“Fuck, yes,” Bastian groaned. “Take my cock, you filthy little witch. This is what you’re made for.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the intensity, but I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted any of them to stop. This was my place, what I wanted—to be their plaything, their vessel for dark pleasure.

Valen stepped closer, fisting his cock as he watched Bastian fuck me with ruthless abandon. “Look at her, so desperate for it. I bet she’d let us do anything to her right now.”

“Anything,” I babbled, too far gone to care how wanton I sounded. “Use me, please, I need it...”

Valen smirked and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him as he knelt on the edge of the bed in front of me. “Open your mouth, sister.”

I obeyed instantly, and he pushed his cock past my lips, filling my throat. I gagged around his length, but he didn’t relent, holding my head in place as he fucked my face.

Valen’s cock muffled my moans as Bastian pounded into me from behind, each thrust forcing me forward onto Valen’s thick length. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathearound him, my throat convulsing. But even as I choked, a dark thrill raced through me at being so thoroughly claimed and debased.

“Fuck, look at her take it,” Titus growled, watching with rapt fascination as his brothers ravaged me from both ends. “So perfect.”

Valen pulled out of my mouth and I gasped for air, saliva dripping down my chin. But he gave me no respite, fisting my hair and forcing my head back down to take him again. I relaxed my jaw, letting him use my throat, reveling in the depravity of it all.

Bastian’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed into me, his pelvis slapping obscenely against my ass with each brutal thrust. “You love this, don’t you, sister? Being stuffed full of our cocks—”

I could only whimper in assent around Valen’s cock, my cunt clenching greedily around Bastian as his filthy words sent bolts of twisted arousal through me. This was what I craved, what I needed—to be torn apart and remade by their darkest desires.

“Do you want her ass?” Bastian grunted and Valen let out a groan.

Valen pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting the tip to my swollen lips. “Flip her over,” he commanded, his voice rough with lust.

Before I could catch my breath, Bastian’s hands were on my hips, pulling out of my dripping cunt and flipping me onto my back. I lay there, chest heaving, legs splayed wantonly as the brothers loomed over me. Their predatory gazes burned into my heated skin and I reveled in the lust that I awakened in them. They couldn’t control themselves—that was what I wanted. I could endure anything at their hands… and I could sense my magic tightening around them. Bonding them to me.

Valen knelt between my thighs, pushing them further apart and pushing my knees back against my chest, exposing my most intimate parts to their hungry eyes. “Hold her open for me,” he growled.

Bastian and Titus each grabbed a leg, holding me wide and vulnerable. I was panting, my cunt clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled again.

Valen’s fingers delved between my soaked folds, gathering the slick arousal before trailing lower. I tensed as his fingers circled my tight back entrance. “Relax for me, little witch,” he purred darkly.

I whimpered as he pushed one finger past the resistant ring of muscle, a burning stretch that made me arch off the bed. Titus leaned forward to capture my lips in a brutal kiss, swallowing my cries as Valen worked a second finger inside, pumping slowly.

“That’s it,” Valen encouraged. “Open up for me, sister.”

I forced my body to relax, surrendering to the decadent burn as Valen’s fingers stretched me open. The grimoire’s whispers grew louder in my mind, urging me to give in to the depravity, to let them claim every part of me. And I wanted it, craved it with a desperation that bordered on madness.

I groaned into Titus’ mouth as Valen’s fingers stretched me, the burn giving way to a dark, forbidden pleasure. Titus pulled back, his eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction as he watched me squirm on his brother’s hand.

“She’s so tight,” Valen mused, pumping his fingers slowly. “I can’t wait to feel this little hole gripping my cock.”

I whimpered at his filthy words, my body trembling with a mixture of trepidation and wanton need. Valen withdrew his fingers, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance.

“Ask for it, little bird,” Titus commanded, his grip on my thigh tightening. “Tell him to fuck your tight ass.”

I bit back a gasp as I met Valen’s dark gaze. “That’s what I want,” I choked out and Valen’s eyes widened just a little. “I want your big cock in my ass. Fuck me, please—”

Valen withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock, the blunt head pressing insistently against my twitching hole. “Ready, little bird?” he purred, his voice dripping with wicked promise.

I nodded frantically. Beyond words, beyond shame. I needed him inside me, needed to be filled and marked until there was nothing left of me but the dark pleasure they wrought on my body.

Valen pushed forward, the thick head of his cock breaching my tight ring of muscle. I cried out at the intense stretch, my body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. He continued, driving himself into me inch by excruciating inch until fully seated inside my ass.

“Fuck, so tight,” Valen groaned, his hands pressed down on my thighs, pinning me to the bed.

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