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"Come on, Scarlet," Adam urges, his eyes full of determination. "You're almost there!"
"Five more minutes," Hugo adds, smirking as he cranks up the intensity even further.
Growling at their upbeat attitudes when I’m about to collapse in a sweaty heap, my breath comes in ragged gasps, my chest heaving with exertion. But it's not just the exercise that has me panting, though – it's the way their eyes follow my every move, the tangible desire radiating from them. As the timer counts down to zero, I slow my pace until I’m walking and then step off the treadmill as my heart races wildly.
"Good job," Adam whispers in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He wraps a strong arm around my waist, pulling me close as his lips find mine. Our tongues tangle, tasting each other as our passion ignites.
Hugo is not content to watch idly by. He kneels behind me, his hands sliding down my ass as he drags the yoga pants down, stripping my lower half and exposing my wet heat. "Looks like you need some relief after all that hard work," he teases, his fingers slipping inside me with ease.
Giggling at their rapid come-on, I go with it. I’m already sweaty and worked up, I might as well go the extra mile.
"Please," I beg, unable to resist the pleasure they offer. My body longs for the release only they can provide.
Adam and Hugo waste no time guiding me to the nearby wall. Adam pulls me forward so I’m leaning into him and grabs my thigh. Lifting my leg up high so my ankle rests on his shoulder, he positions himself at my entrance, pushing into me with a groan while Hugo takes hold of my hips, driving into my pussy from behind. The sensation of being filled by both of them at once is overwhelming, and I cry out in ecstasy, my overworked muscles burning and protesting.
“Fuck, that feels good, so tight, fuck,” Hugo pants.
"Such a perfect little queen," Adam growls, his thrusts growing more insistent. "You can take it all, can't you?"
My entire being focused on the pleasure they're giving me, I can only moan in response. Hugo reaches around to tease my clit while he pounds into me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. With one final, simultaneous thrust, we come together, releasing our pent-up desires and collapsing onto the floor in a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs.
"Remember," Adam pants, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "Your intelligence test is next."
"Right," I say, my resolve returning as I disentangle myself from their embrace, as Miles appears with a slow chuckle.
“Guess I just missed the fun.”
“She has the stamina of a warrior princess,” Adam says with a broad smile.
"Good. Let's get started."
Miles presents me with an intricate puzzle box, its surface covered in shifting symbols and hidden mechanisms. "You have thirty minutes to unlock its secrets," he explains, starting a timer.
Frowning at the thing in my hands, as I sit crossed-legged, still only dressed in just my sports bra, I twist and turn the box in my hands, studying the patterns and searching for any clues. My mind races. Each symbol seems to represent a different aspect of the Society – strength, cunning, seduction – but how do they fit together?
Glancing at the timer, feeling the seconds slip away as I desperately try to decipher the puzzle box. My fingers dance over the symbols, sensing a pattern but unable to grasp it fully. Finally, with only minutes to spare, it clicks into place, and the box springs open.
"Nice work," Miles says, impressed. "You passed the intelligence test."
"Congratulations, Scarlet," Tristan adds as he and Max join us in the gym. "Now it's time for your third challenge."
"Bring it on," I say, my confidence surging as I rise and take my yoga pants that Adam is offering with a low groan as I drag them back on.
Tristan smirks. "This test will measure your cunning. Max has hidden an object somewhere in this room. Your task is to find it without alerting any of us to its location."
"Seems simple enough," I say, scanning the room. But I know better than to underestimate Max's creativity.
"Good luck," Max says, his eyes locked onto mine. "You'll need it."
“Cocky, hmm? We’ll see.”
Narrowing my eyes as I begin my search, the others go about their business, pretending not to pay attention to my every move. But I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for the slightest hint of discovery.
Examining every nook and cranny, using my heightened senses from the physical and mental tests, not to mention the great sex, to pick up any subtle clues. The room is filled with training equipment, books, and various trinkets, making the task daunting. But I refuse to give up. Failure isn't an option if I want to pass this test.
With each passing minute, I grow more and more desperate. My heart races and sweat beads on my forehead. Still, I press on, driven by my determination to prove myself to my lovers.
To win this, I have to think like Max. What would he plant?
