The sensation was a sensory overload of the highest magnitude. I was being pulled apart from both ends. Theon’s thrusts from behind were no longer just physical; they were rhythmic, heavy blows that felt like they were reshaping my internal anatomy to fit his demonic form. And in front of me, Eryx was a wall of obsidian muscle, his c**k filling my mouth so completely that my jaw ached, yet I couldn't bring myself to let go.
The hall was silent except for the sounds of our heavy, synchronized breathing and the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. The mirrors reflected a scene of pure, unadulterated debauchery…a woman between two monsters, lost in a sea of velvet and shadow. Every time Theon’s hips collided with mine, the force pushed me further onto Eryx’s length, forcing me to tak
