All Chapters of Bride of the Beasts: Chapter 61 - Chapter 64

ANWEN'S POVBrammon gave no warning. His hand tangled in my hair, rough and insistent. Then he was pushing into my mouth—thick, demanding, stretching my lips wide.He was girthier than Fenric—substantially so—and my eyes widened as I groaned in protest around him. The sound was swallowed, lost beneath the wet slide of him as he began to thrust, his hand guiding my head in time with his hips."Relax," Brammon said above me, his voice strained. "Just take it."I tried to obey, forcing my jaw to loosen, my throat to open. But it was difficult—he was simply too large, and I hadn't recovered from Fenric. My jaw ached, my throat felt raw, and this new stretch burned in a way that made my eyes water.Then I felt movement behind me. Fenric's hand slid between my thighs, a single finger dragging through my drenched core, and I let out an embarrassing mewl—a sound of pleading that I couldn't suppress.He laughed, light and knowing. "You want relief?"Tears streamed down my face, humiliation wa

ANWEN'S POVCorbin didn't slow, not even as the snow deepened beneath our boots.More than once, I had to half-jog to keep pace with him. To my surprise, though, my legs held up.Perhaps all those long morning walks around Blackreach had done more for me than I'd realized.Even so, we had been walking for quite some time. Long enough for curiosity to finally get the better of me. I opened my mouth to ask where exactly we were going when a distant roar rolled across the plateau.Voices. Hundreds of them.They were shouting. Cheering. Jeering. A few steps more and the structure came into view.It rose from the snow-covered landscape, unlike anything else I had seen in the camp.Massive stone walls formed a broad circular structure that dominated the surrounding terrain. Tiered rows climbed upward along its perimeter, while banners snapped in the wind from poles mounted high above. Wide archways opened into the interior, and through them flowed a constant stream of movement and noise.E