Chapter 6

The sounds were obscene—skin slapping against skin, wet moans, the slick noise of her pussy being mercilessly fucked. Irmak felt completely filled, possessed, devoured.

“That’s it… just like that…” Kuzey praised, his voice hoarse. “Suck deeper. I want to feel your throat.”

Átila leaned over her, one hand sliding down to circle her clit while he continued thrusting.

“Come on my cock, Irmak. I want to feel you squeezing me while my brother comes in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

The third orgasm destroyed her. Irmak screamed around Kuzey’s cock, her body convulsing so hard she nearly collapsed. Átila growled, increasing his pace until, with an animalistic roar, he came deep inside her, filling her with hot jets.

Kuzey pulled his cock from her mouth at the last second, coming in thick ropes across her breasts and neck, visibly marking her.

They didn’t stop there.

After a brief moment to catch their breath, the twins laid her down again. This time, Kuzey lay on his back and pulled Irmak on top of him, penetrating her still-pulsing pussy with a low groan. Átila positioned himself behind her once more, pressing the thick head of his cock against her sensitive anus.

“Breathe deep,” Átila whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. “We’re going to take you together now. Both of us at the same time.”

Irmak moaned loudly as he began to push inside. The sensation of being filled in both holes at once was overwhelming. Pain and pleasure mixed so intensely that tears ran down her face.

“Slowly…” she begged, her voice trembling.

“We’re going slow, my river,” Kuzey murmured, using the literal meaning of her name as he caressed her face. “You’re doing so well. So perfect for us.”

When both were fully buried inside her, the three remained still for a long moment, simply feeling the connection. Then they began to move.

First slowly. Then faster. Then wildly.

Irmak lost count of how many orgasms she had. The twins came two more times—Átila inside her ass, Kuzey once again filling her pussy. They turned her into every position possible: on her side with one leg raised, sitting on one’s lap while the other took her from behind, standing against an ancient tree whose roots seemed to pulse with old magic.

At one point, Kuzey held her in his arms, strong hands under her thighs, fucking her as he walked through the clearing. Átila walked behind, alternating between kissing her neck and sliding two fingers into her well-used ass.

The forest seemed to watch. The trees whispered. The wind carried her screams and moans far away.

When they finally finished, hours later, Irmak lay between their two hot, powerful bodies. Semen leaked from both entrances, mixing with sweat and tears of pleasure on her skin. Her lips were swollen. Her nipples were red. Her legs trembled so much she doubted she could stand anytime soon.

Kuzey traced lazy patterns on her belly with a retracted claw.

“For the first time in your life,” he said, his voice low and satisfied, “you’ve felt what it is to be devoured by dragons.”

Átila kissed her sweaty temple, pulling her closer to his chest.

“And it won’t be the last time, Irmak. The night is still long… and we’ve barely scratched the surface of what we intend to do to you.”

She smiled weakly, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and deep contentment. For the first time, she felt completely possessed, completely alive.

The shadows of the Ebony Forest were never completely silent. Even after the echoes of Irmak’s cries of pleasure had faded into the night wind, something remained. Three pairs of red eyes glowed like floating embers among the high branches of a centuries-old black oak. They were not the eyes of animals. They were something far worse.

Creatures summoned by Malachar, the dark sorcerer in service to Lord Vortigern. Beings without names, made of smoke, coagulated blood, and pure malice. They had a vaguely humanoid shape, but their bodies were elongated and twisted, with limbs ending in crooked claws. Their mouths were slits filled with irregular teeth that never fully closed. The three red eyes — one in the center of the forehead, two smaller ones on the cheekbones — never blinked.

They had seen everything.

They saw Irmak, the crown princess of the kingdom of FeWard, completely naked, her skin glistening with sweat and semen under the moonlight. They saw how her body arched in ecstasy between the two twin dragons. They saw Kuzey devouring her with his mouth while Átila took her from behind. They saw the exact moment when the two claimed her at the same time, filling her until she sobbed with pleasure. They saw every orgasm, every moan, every claw mark and bite left on her skin.

The central creature tilted its head, its mouth opening into a grotesque smile.

“The princess surrenders herself to monsters,” hissed a voice that sounded like nails scraping against bones. “What a delicious image for our lord.”

The other two let out high-pitched, gurgling laughs. One of them extended a skeletal hand and collected a drop of magical essence that still lingered in the air — remnants of draconic power mixed with Irmak’s pleasure. The drop floated toward a vial of black glass carried by the third creature.

“Evidence,” murmured the third. “Blood, semen, magic, and ecstasy. Enough to condemn her ten times over.”

With a snap of fingers that sounded like dry twigs breaking, the three beings dissolved into red smoke, flying like spectral crows toward the Black Iron Castle, home of Lord Vortigern.