The sun had barely begun to crest over the horizon when I finally drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep. My bedroom was silent, save for the rhythmic breathing of the two men who had spent the last several hours dismantling me piece by piece.
My body felt like it was made of lead, and my skin was still hypersensitive from the friction and the weight of the two monsters who had claimed me. When I finally opened my eyes a few hours later, the room was cool, but I could still feel the heavy, lingering heat of Eryx and Theon in the mattress. They were already up, and the sound of muffled, deep voices drifted from the floor below.
I tried to sit up, but a sharp, familiar ache in my thighs made me hiss. I was still incredibly slick, and the sheer amount of c*m they had pumped into me was a si
