She couldn’t stop herself. Something was released in her body. A gush of liquid sprayed from her pussy.

“Fucking stunning,” Jensen roared. It was endless. Her orgasm turned into a waterfall, and every time one rolled through her, Ezra grunted, and his cock grew thicker inside her.

Maxim scooped up the fluid between her legs and poured it over his cock.

Ezra pulled out of her ass.

Jensen slipped into her still-shuddering pussy with his immensely thick shaft, sending her into another round of spasms. Still inside her, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, then laid down with her on top of him.

She wasn’t given much time to think before Maxim’s cock inched into her ass half-way. It happened seamlessly and so quickly. And then it was Ezra trying to gain access to her asshole.

“Open up for us, sweetheart,” Maxim said softly.

She loved them. She could do this.

“Just breathe and relax your pussy around my cock."

She followed Jensen’s instructions.

“That’s it, little one. Just relax… Now let Ezra and Maxim into that sweet, lovely ass of yours.”

She nodded. Braver now. Ezra and Maxim pushed into her at the same time. She breathed through their penetration, whimpering as they stretched her, forcing her flesh to part for them. The stunning feeling of being filled with three cocks inside her body blew her mind. Until her mind registered that she had taken three huge cocks inside her small body.

Panic returned tenfold. She took a breath and refused to release it. Her body immediately went into lockdown.

“You’re killing us, Sutton. You’ve got to let us move, Little Flower,” Maxim said.

She bit her lip and shook her head. Tears dripped from her eyes.

“I can’t… You’re too big… and I’m going to break."

“You were made for us to claim you this way, sweetheart. It was always written this way.”

She hung onto Jensen’s words in wonder. He was right.

And suddenly, crying for their cocks, the stinging swing of Ezra’s belt scalding her flesh, the absolutely stunning sensation of being in their presence, vulnerable, at their mercy, altered her mind.

She escaped into a different realm. And there she floated, soaring higher with every breath she allowed herself to take. The blazing sublimity into which she had been flung under their touch turned into a waterfall of fire that sank into her skin, and which she herself turned into bliss.

She let her body slide into them. Softened her walls against them. Gave herself to them in every way possible, with everything she had inside her.

She moved, and they moved with her. She whispered her love for them, and they did the same.

They made love to her that way. Molding her body to theirs as a collective. Imprinting their hold on her completely. They took sweet possession of her until she came, and it was unlike any other time with them. It was sacred and untouchable.

And they made her body theirs once again when they came inside her, their cum seeping into her and sealing her in forever.

She loved them with her whole heart, life, and soul.

And they loved her the same way.

EPILOGUE

Three months later...

Sutton glanced around the extravagantly but intimately lit room. After being married to the Masters of the Basilisk Empire, she had gone to her fair share of old-world rituals of the rich and infamous.

It always blew her mind that such societies existed. But there were a few of them. Although she believed she landed the best of them all.