Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

He slammed deep one final time and came with a roar.

She felt him pulse inside her, felt the hot rush of his release, felt him marking her exactly the way he’d promised.

When he finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the couch, completely spent.

She felt his cum leak out of her immediately, dripping down her thighs in thick trails.

She’d never felt more used in her entire life.

"My turn," Lucian said.

She barely had time to process those words before hands were on her again.

Lucian pulled her off the couch with casual strength, positioning her on shaking legs in the middle of the room.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

She nodded, though her legs were trembling so badly she wasn’t sure.

"Good," he said. "Because I’m not fucking you on a couch like some common whore."

He guided her....almost gently, which was somehow more terrifying....to a large wooden table she hadn’t noticed before. Positioned at the side of the room, heavy and solid.

"Bend over," he commanded. "Hands flat on the table. Ass up."

She did as she was told.

Her whole body was shaking. From exhaustion. From the overwhelming sensation. From the knowledge that she’d just been brutally fucked and was about to be again.

Lucian’s hands moved over her ass, squeezing, spreading her open.

"Sebastian’s cum is dripping out of you," he observed. "You look absolutely wrecked. And we’re just getting started."

She felt the thick head of his cock press against her entrance.

"Deep breath," he said.

Then he thrust inside.

She cried out, her hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth table surface.

He was as big as Sebastian....maybe bigger....and her body was already sore and oversensitive from the first brutal fucking.

But Lucian didn’t care.

He set a pace that was somehow even more devastating than Sebastian’s had been. Not as hard, but deeper. More precise. Like he was deliberately aiming for spots inside her that made her see stars.

"That’s it," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "Take it. Show me what a good little payment you can be."

His hand came down on her ass. Hard.

The crack echoed through the hall and she yelped.

He spanked her again. And again. Building a rhythm...thrust, spank, thrust, spank.....ntil her ass was burning and she was sobbing into her arms.

"You look so pretty like this," Lucian said, his voice rough with arousal. "Bent over, taking my cock, crying. This is exactly where you belong."

From behind her, she heard Nicholas’s voice.

"How does she compare to the others we’ve had?"

"Better," Lucian said immediately. His pace increased. "Tighter. More responsive. I can feel every time she clenches around me when I spank her. Her body likes the pain even if she doesn’t want to admit it."

"Interesting," Nicholas said. And she could hear the clinical assessment in his voice. Like he was taking notes.

Lucian leaned over her back, his chest pressing against her, his mouth next to her ear.

"You want to know a secret?" he murmured. "Your pussy is gripping me so tight right now I can barely move. Your body is begging for this even while you cry. You’re made for this. Made to be used."

"No," she sobbed. "I’m not...."

He bit down on her shoulder. Hard enough to leave marks.

She screamed.

"Don’t lie to me," he growled. "I can feel the truth. Your cunt doesn’t lie even if your mouth does."

His pace became punishing.

He pounded into her with brutal force, each thrust driving her forward on the table, the wood hard and unforgiving beneath her.

She felt another orgasm building despite everything. Despite the pain. Despite the humiliation. Despite knowing this was wrong.

Her body didn’t care about any of that.

It just responded to the stimulation, chasing pleasure even through the degradation.

"That’s it," Lucian said, feeling her body start to tighten around him. "Come on my cock. Show me how much you love being used."

His hand moved between her legs, found her clit, and rubbed hard.

She came with a broken scream, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice.

"Fuck yes," Lucian groaned. "Milk my cock. Take every drop."

He slammed deep and came inside her.

She felt him pulse, felt more hot cum flooding her already-full pussy, felt herself being marked again.

When he pulled out, she collapsed forward onto the table, unable to hold herself up anymore.

Cum was dripping down her thighs from both of them now. Her body was covered in marks....handprints, bite marks, bruises already forming.

She’d been thoroughly used by two of them.

One more to go.

"My turn," Nicholas said.