Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt

​"She’s so wet and growing tighter," Raiden murmured as he continued thrusting, unaware that she had just had an orgasm during his thrusts.

His fingers slid along her skin, tracing the diagram of his pink tails fluttering on her back.

"It’s like she was made for both of us." He remarked under his breath and though the dragon heard it, he did not respond.

He was busy stuffing his mouth with Hana’s nipples, his cock growing harder again.

"Hurry it, fox. I don’t have much patience. I want to go another round."

Hana’s eyes went wide as the words registered through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. Another round? She felt like a glass vase that had just survived a hammer strike, only to be told the hammer was coming back for seconds.

"I’m... going to... kill you both," she managed to wheeze, her voice cracking as Raiden’s relentless, fast-paced thrusting hit a spot that made her toes curl and her vision spark with stars.

Raiden let out a breathless, sharp laugh against her ear.

"You can try, Great Female, but only after I’ve finished what I started." He didn’t slow down. If anything, the mention of Caspian’s impatience made the fox more competitive.

His thrusts became sharper, his electric energy buzzing through the bond until Hana felt like her very cells were vibrating.

The fox mark on her back seemed to come alive, the pink tails glowing so brightly they cast flickering shadows against the cave walls.

"She’s close again," Raiden panted, his hands sliding around to cup her breasts, squeezing them in tandem with Caspian’s greedy mouth. "Look at her, Dragon. She’s falling apart for me."

Hana couldn’t even glare at them anymore. Her head was thrashing, her mouth open in a silent scream as the second wave of orgasm began to build.

It was too much—the weight of the dragon beneath her, the frantic heat of the fox behind her, and the combined scent of sweat, musk, and pine soap filling her senses.

Raiden’s body tensed, his claws digging slightly into her hips as he reached his own peak. He let out a high, sharp groan, his body shuddering as he filled her, his own seed mixing with the dragon’s inside her.

Hana’s world finally fractured.

She collapsed completely against Caspian’s chest, her body twitching in the aftershocks, her consciousness flickering like a candle in a gale.

But the ’Fire King’ was a man of his word—and his word was greed.

Caspian’s hands clamped onto her waist. He didn’t let her slide off. He simply rolled, pinning both her and the still-recovering Raiden into the furs. His cock was indeed rock-hard again, slick and ready to reclaim its territory.

"My turn to feed the little dragon again," Caspian growled, his golden eyes burning with a light that said he wouldn’t stop until the sun came up.

Hana didn’t even have the strength to protest. As he pushed back inside her, stretching her already sensitive walls, her mind finally gave up the ghost.

She didn’t pass out completely, but she drifted into a state of pure, raw sensation where time didn’t exist.

There was only the heat, the weight, and the two predators who had decided that, for one night, they were an unbreakable team.

Bastards.

The moment Hana opened her eyes, a sudden realization hit her, and she blinked. It was morning. Ah, no, she felt exhausted and her body... It felt like lead. She couldn’t move it.

The two beasts were sleeping by her side, sandwiching her and making the heaviness of her body even much more unbearable.

Hana stared at the stone ceiling, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches. She tried to shift again, but every time she tried to shift her legs, a squelching, sticky sensation reminded her of exactly what had happened over the last few hours.

​The ’Fire King’ and the ’Fox of Mischief’ were currently fast asleep, looking far too peaceful for two individuals who had essentially used her as a communal playground until the birds started chirping.

​She finally sat up and reached down, her fingers brushing against the cooling, tacky mess coating her inner thighs. Her skin was sensitive, slightly chafed, and absolutely covered in the drying evidence of their ’cooperation’ as they tried to dismantle her completely.

Her hands trembled and her face began to turn red with rage.

​They didn’t even wipe me down, she thought, a cold, sharp fury beginning to erode her mind. They just finished, rolled over, and left me like this.

​In her world, even when zombies were lurking outside, no one left filth between their thighs because it was just nasty and could invite infections.

Back then, she would have called this a lack of ’aftercare’ and a ’sane mind’. In this beast world, she called it a death sentence for her dignity.

​"Get. Up."

​The voice didn’t sound like hers. It was a raspy, dangerous croak but it was not loud enough to pass on the message of her rage.

​Caspian simply stirred, a smug, sleepy grin spreading across his face as he reached out to pull her back into his heat. Raiden also stirred, a tail lazily draping over her stomach.

​"Get up or I’m setting the whole place ablaze," Hana hissed.

​The sheer venom in her tone acted like a bucket of ice water. Both males snapped awake, their primal instincts sensing a threat.

They looked at Hana, expecting an intruder, but they only found their ’Great Female’ sitting up, her face pale, her hair a tangled nest, and her eyes burning with a light that made the Dragon King’s fire look like a candle.

​"Kneel," she commanded.

​"Hana?" Raiden blinked, confused. "What—"

​"I said kneel. Both of you. Hands in the air."

​Caspian stiffened for a second, his pride as a dragon and a king sparking. He was going to protest, but one look at the trembling of her thighs—evidence of just how much they had pushed her—made his guilt hit him right in the heart.

This was not a problem his pride could solve.

He slid off the furs and dropped to his knees on the cold, damp stone. Raiden, realizing this wasn’t a game, followed suit, his ears pinned back and his head lowered in shame.

​"Hands up. Higher," Hana snapped.