Chapter 69
VI
Armen positions me on my hands and knees, hands firm on my hips. Sting kneels in front of me, cock already hard. Rogue moves behind Armen, watching.
Sting slides into my mouth first, slow, deliberate. I take him deep, tongue swirling.
Armen’s hand slides between my legs, fingers pushing inside. I’m already wet. He curls them, and I moan around Sting.
Then Armen pulls his fingers free, and I feel something cool, slick, against my ass. I tense.
“Relax,” Armen murmurs. “We’re going to take all of you tonight.”
I nod around Sting’s cock.
Armen’s finger pushes into my ass slowly, just one, gentle, working me open. I breathe through it, focusing on Sting in my mouth, the stretch, the pressure.
Then a second finger. Slower. Deeper. I whimper.
“Good girl,” Rogue says from somewhere beside us. “Take it.”
Armen works me open carefully, patient, thorough. When he finally pulls his fingers free, I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me.
“Breathe,” he says.
I do.
He pushes in, slow, inch by inch. The stretch is intense, almost too much. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps pressing forward until he’s fully seated.
I gasp around Sting, nails digging into the blankets, whimpering.
Armen holds still for a moment, letting me adjust. Then he starts to move, slow, small thrusts that make me see stars.
Sting pulls out of my mouth, strokes himself. “How does she feel?”
“Tight,” Armen growls. “Perfect.”
Rogue moves beneath me, sliding out from under Armen’s legs. He positions himself on his back, pulls me down so I’m straddling him. His cock slides into my pussy, filling me completely.
I cry out, overwhelmed, stretched, so full I can barely breathe.
They move together, Armen in my ass, Rogue in my pussy, coordinated thrusts that make my vision blur.
Sting kneels beside my head, guides my mouth back to him. I take him eagerly, desperate for something to ground me.
They fuck me like this, rough, possessive, claiming every part of me. Armen’s hands hold my ass open. Rogue’s fingers dig into my thighs. Sting’s hand tangles in my hair.
I come hard, body locking, shaking, muffled scream around Sting’s cock.
They don’t stop.
Armen thrusts deeper, faster. “You’re ours. Say it.”
I pull off Sting long enough to gasp, “I’m yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!”
Armen groans, thrusts once more, and spills inside me. Rogue follows, hips snapping up hard, filling me.
Sting pulls out of my mouth, strokes himself once, twice, and comes across my face and chest.
We collapse, sweaty, breathing hard. Armen pulls out carefully. Rogue helps me off him. Sting wipes my face with a corner of the blanket.
I lie there, boneless, marked, claimed.
Armen speaks first. Voice rough. “Rot-bound. No ceremony. No reversal.”
The words land final.
I nod slowly. “I know.”
Sting’s hand finds mine. Squeezes once. “No way back.”
Rogue’s fingers trace my hip. “You’re ours. Forever.”
I close my eyes, exhale.
The Favor is gone. My father’s secrets are still buried. Mara is lost somewhere in the Rot, if she’s even alive.
But I’m here. Breathing. Surviving. Belonging.
To them. To the Rot. And maybe that’s enough.
For now.