3

Their Torment

The reaction of the Seringue shackle was immediate. Coursing with magic generated by that single word. Sending vibrations through her body which she had never experienced before.

Miernephen’s back bowed violently, and her legs moved further open in involuntary offering. She’d lost control of her flesh which now yearned desperately for something she didn’t understand.

The Water Prince released her enough to lift his torso off her. He caught the top of her leaf gown and wrenched it down. The vines over her shoulders stretched before snapping and letting the dress be pushed down to her hips. Revealing her jutting breasts tipped in shimmering gold nipples. Matching the bit of gold which flecked along her stomach and around the arching rise of her hips.

The Water Prince’s dark eyes roved over her hungrily. He licked his lips and roughly palmed a large breast, rolling it against her as he felt it.

She shook her head, willing them to cease. But her body had her knees lifting to welcome him between them. Her hands lifted to caress along his biceps and over his wide shoulders.

He reached down near her thigh and fisted the short skirt until he was able to draw it up to meet the rest of her dress. Exposing the shining gold nest of her sex. Already coated in a sheen of fluids denser than the water could wash away.

The Water Prince stroked his length briefly before guiding it toward her.

He pushed inside and her lips parted on a desperate shout for help but there was no sound. Only traitorous bubbles which rose to the surface, evidence of her suffering.

The Water Prince exacted years of desire on her. Harshly entering her to probe her center, deep in her core. Her soft lower parts made way for him. Suckling him intimately as he entered and withdrew. Powerful buttocks working over her while she stroked his shoulders and arm. Despite his brutality her touch was encouraging.

When his brothers released her legs, they wrapped his hips, giving him better access to work into her. Stabbing within her with his powerful length. He watched the wretched misery on her face as her body eagerly welcomed his staff in and out. In and out for what seemed an eternity.

His brothers watched jealously as he rode her. Humping his buttocks into her as he rocked his length into her. Parting her soft channel to intrude in her body. His strong shoulders and back flexing with each vicious thrust.

Her body received him. Rocking so abruptly that her rounded breasts rose, and her thighs shuddered. Her body jolted each time their pelvises met.

Bliss was written over his face. Savoring the moment he’d yearned for. Pleasure making his dark eyes hooded as he worked his body against her until she was sore. Finally, his body tightened in a ripple of muscle. Like a prolonged flinch as he poured into her. Sating his need.

He climbed off her and her body collapsed sorrowfully to the stone. A hand over her face.

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Miernephen felt the heat of another male sliding over her and looked up. Shaking her head. Giving him a pleading look.

But he was merciless as he grinned and entered her without warning. Stuffing her full and holding there to savor the response of her sore body clutching at him. He moaned. An echoing sound beneath the water.

When she suddenly felt the effect of the Seringue abating she kicked at the Water Prince shoving at his chest in a desperate attempt to dislodge him.

He looked to his older brother and the larger one, who now stood aside with his arms crossed, watching evilly as she was taken again, met his look. Whispering again. “Lust.”

Miernephen’s hips lurched up toward the Water Prince, taking him deeper in a way that made her yelp. Though the sound was lost in the gurgling of water. As he rutted her, her hips rocked to meet him.

“She likes it.” The youngest brother spoke to his eldest.

The older one grinned and nodded toward the Seringue binding her arm. “She is ours now.”

“I’m next.” The younger brother touched his aching arousal. Desperate to enter the woman he’d yearned to fill for so long. He took a step toward the stone pallet but his older brother put a palm to his chest to hold him back.

“You’ll have your turn…”

The middle brother was even more ferocious than the eldest. Putting his weight on his palms in a push up so he could shove deeper into her warm heat.

In her frantic need to escape the moment she focused on their conversation.

“How does it work?” The younger brother was watching her body beneath his brother. Seeing the way her flesh bobbed and bounced with each piercing stroke.

“She must respond to it. It puts her in heat.”

“Like a deer during rut?” The younger brother clarified.

The older brother scoffed. “Far worse…She needs filled. By us…Else she’ll suffer incredible pain.”

“So, she’s ours…”

“To fuck for eternity…”

Their gleeful expressions made the moment all the more miserable.

Soon the middle brother had finished his ministrations and Miernephen ached within so badly she wondered how her body could possibly endure the mating of another male.

But somehow she did. Gathering strength from the trees she could see beyond the water’s surface. From the sorrow of the grass that folded around the bank to peer beneath the water, missing her already. The flowers which wilted along the floor of the lake as the life around her surrendered to her grief.

Miernephen, once the pride of Feglen Forest, was now slave to the Water Princes of Widow Lake.