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chains
suspending her from the ceiling swung with her motion, adding to the sublime
pressure in her dripping cunt.
    A gasp escaped her, raw and protracted. The Corvan at her
neck showed his appreciation of the sound by pinching her nipple and biting her
flesh. The Corvan between her thighs showed his by suckling with greater force
on her clit.
    Falynn bucked again, thrashing in her chains, having never
felt so thoroughly used and revered at once. The hand on her breast worked her
nipple, twisting and flicking and pinching; the mouth on her neck scored a hot,
wet line from jaw to ear and back; the mouth on her pussy drank her flowing
juices, the tongue dipping into her folds before returning to her throbbing
clit.
    Kiirs. Yes. The cry rose in Falynn’s throat,
threatening to burst from her lips. She caught it—just—squeezing her eyes shut
and sinking her nails into her palms instead.
    “Don’t fight it,” Corvan’s twin whispered in her ear,
cupping her breast. “Remember your screams of abandon and release the last time
we fucked. Remember how good they felt.” He slid his fingers from her pussy,
stroking them over the puckered hole of her anus. She felt her flesh grow damp,
painted with her own cream by the man’s fingers, and a shudder of anticipation
surged through her.
    He pressed against her opening, pushing into her ass just as
Corvan pushed into her cunt with his tongue. The duel penetration was
exquisite. Falynn whimpered, bowing her back. Kiirs, she was on fire. She
rolled her hips, wanting the two men—the one man twice—to fill her.
She’d never wanted to be invaded, taken, so badly. Every molecule of her body
ached for release.
    Another whimper slipped from her parted lips. Louder.
    “Yes,” Corvan said softly against her sex, his breath on her
flushed, swollen pussy lips an inescapable, divine torture.
    “Yes,” his other echoed, his slowly penetrating finger
sending wave after wave of pure elemental pleasure into her core.
    “Yes,” she moaned, drowning in the tension of her rising
orgasm. “Oh Kiirs, yes!” She curled her hands around the chains attached to her
wrist cuffs and rolled her hips, unable to stop the urgent need to join the
rhythm set by Corvan and his twin. She drew her knees up as far as the chains
allowed, spreading her legs wider, granting the mouth on her sex and the finger
in her ass greater, deeper access.
    Wet rapture crashed through her. The tingle in the soles of
her feet became a burn, the itch in her spine an inferno. She curled her toes,
throwing her head back to cry out silently as one spasm after another rocked
her body.
    And just when she felt sure she could take no more, when her
body had reached its limits of pleasure, Corvan snapped to his feet, curled his
fingers into her hips and sank his thick, long cock into her cunt.
    At the exact moment, his twin withdrew his finger from her
ass and replaced it with his cock.
    The sensation of being filled completely was immediate and
mind-blowing. Their two shafts stretched her to the limit, a stinging pain so
wonderful and erotic she finally cried out. The raw sound bounced off the
sex-den’s walls, came back to her and fed her lust. A shudder racked her, and
her pussy and ass squeezed tight. Fresh cream gushed, slicking Corvan’s cock as
it thrust in and out of her cunt, and drenching his twin’s balls as they
slapped against her ass cheeks.
    Another cry burst from her throat. Louder. She bucked, the
never-ending pulses of her orgasm growing stronger, stronger. When Corvan
lowered his head and took one stiff nipple in his mouth, biting it with savage
force as his twin pinched her other, she had no choice but to cry out again.
“Kiirs, yes!”
    The two Corvans pumped into her harder, faster, possessing
her totally. Suckling and biting and squeezing her breasts as they drove into
her again and again and again. The feel of their ramrod lengths pressing and
sliding together through the thin wall of her sex stole her