Page 122 of Lost to the Woods

My head falls back, my lips part in a silent moan, as I feel the cool metal of the piercing dragging over my slit. I can’t focus, I don’t question. He’s so fucking good at this, I’m losing my mind.

My hips grind into his eager mouth as his tongue works relentlessly, lapping at me with a fervor that matches my need.

Then, I’m surrounded by them, their bodies pressing close, their heat enveloping me. They touch me like I’m a goddess, their hands and mouths worshiping every inch of my skin.

And I melt into them.

The forest is alive with the sounds of their adoration—growls, whines, and low, guttural moans that echo through the trees. The air is thick with the scent of musk, fur, and desire. I’m at the center of it all, basking in every second. I finally feel wanted. Accepted. Adored. No matter how sick and twisted it is. Even poisoned, it’s love. And it’s ours.

Then Tyorin stands, towering over me. I stroke his cock with both hands, the barbells catching on my skin, still there, even though he’s a beast now.

“I know how much you love them, so I kept them for you,” he says, noticing how my brows furrow.

“Did you lie about him, too?” I ask. And I hate that I still hope… I hate that it still hurts.

“No, that was all true.”Damn him. “But you’ll always have a part of him. Thebestpart of him.”

I giggle as his words settle, warm and comforting, like sunlight after a storm.

His massive hands grip my hips, fingers digging possessively into my flesh as he lifts me effortlessly against him. Heat cackles between us, a current of raw need that arcs through my body as my thighs press against his sides. My body trembles with anticipation, every nerve alight, my breath coming in shallow gasps. My pussy is so wet, already aching for him, that when I rock against his length, I slide easily over his shaft. The swollen head catches at my entrance before I pull away again, taunting him.

“Quit teasing me,” he rumbles, his voice a dark growl that sends a shiver down my spine. His grip nearly bruising as I continue to rub against him, my clit pulsing with every slow, torturous grind.

Khalok crouches behind me, his breath hot against my skin as his wet tongue flicks over my asshole. The sensationmakes me jerk, a whimper escaping my lips as Tyorin finally lowers me onto his cock—hard as steel, veiny, already throbbing with need.

I cry out at the first stretch, my body clenching around him as he fills me, thick and unrelenting. He pumps a few times, shallow thrusts to ease me into it, piercings rub against my walls with every movement. A deep, mutual moan vibrates between us, our bodies locking into a hungry rhythm, my hips rolling to meet his.

Then Khalok rises, his muscular frame pressing flush against my back, his heat searing into me. His calloused hands grip my breasts, kneading as his claws tease my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He nuzzles against my neck, his breath hot and ragged, before his teeth graze my skin in a promise of marks to come. I feel him shift, the thick length of his cock pressing against my other hole, already slick with his precum and the remnants of his saliva.

“That’s it, baby. Open for us,” Tyorin murmurs, his hands steadying me as Khalok pushes inside, stretching me even further.

I moan, arching between them, suspended in a dizzying haze of sensation. The fullness is overwhelming, euphoric—every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, my body trembling on the edge of something unbearable.

I can already feel the pleasure building within me, hot and electric, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m gasping, my fingers clawing at Tyorin’s shoulders as they both claim me at the same time.

“You love being shared, don’t you?” Khalok growls low in his throat as he pushes deeper, his movements sharp and insistent.

“Yes,” I purr, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “You both feel so good inside me.”

“Such a good girl for us,” Tyorin praises, spreading me wider for them. “Taking everything we give you, letting us fill you together.”

They move in tandem, their thrusts alternating, filling me completely, until I don’t know when one ends and the other begins. I cry out as the orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of ecstasy that leaves me trembling and breathless. But they continue to fuck me through it, their movements becoming more frantic, more desperate, as they chase their own release.

“You’re ours, little bunny. And we’re never letting you go,” Tyorin rasps against my ear, pounding into me in a relentless, intoxicating rhythm. “Say it. Say you’re ours.”

“I’m yours.”

They both reach climax at the same time, pumping me so full their cum drips down my thighs. Their cocks pulse inside me with the beat of my contracting walls as I milk them dry.

Zhyra takes me next, his sleek, powerful body replacing Khalok’s. He lifts me in his arms, freeing me from their embrace, then presses me down onto my stomach against the forest floor.

I spread my legs for him, arching my back and lifting my hips high. With a soft giggle, I wiggle my ass, knowing exactly how obsessed he is.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Bunny,” he murmurs with admiration. His clawed hands grip my cheeks, opening me up further, before he leans in.

Zhyra’s tongue is sharp like sandpaper as he rims my asshole, each rough lick sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me. He laps at me with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing the tight ring of muscle until it quivers under his attention. He can taste Khalok—the musk, the faint salt, the lingering evidence of his brother’s claim—but he doesn’t care. If anything, it only spurs him on, his growl vibrating against my skin as he drags histongue harder, wider, like he’s determined to erase any trace but his own.

Then he purrs, the sound dark and possessive, before his barbed cock sinks inside my ass in one brutal thrust. I gasp, my body stretching around the thick intrusion, the little spikes along his length catching deliciously on my rim.

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