Cyrene gasped for air, her eyes squeezing shut as her senses were overwhelmed. The grass beneath her, crushed and bruised, gave off a sharp, earthy scent that mingled with the slick sounds around her.

“Ahh… ugh… ugh…”

The p*nis in her mouth grew hard again, responding to her tongue as it traced a slow lick upwards. But just as she began, the man pulled back, his swollen p*nis brushing against her cheek.

The one behind her suddenly lifted her body, exposing everything between her wide-open legs. The dark red p*nis moved in and out of her, messily mixing with the milky white fluids already bubbling around it.

“If this isn’t enough for you…”

Cyrene panted, shaking her head desperately.

“No… it won’t fit… ah… ugh!”

The slick, swollen head pressed hard against her entrance. It began to force its way into her already stretched and tight opening.

“Ugh… ah!”

“Relax.”

A chuckle accompanied the low voice, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. The sensation of being stretched so tightly brought cold sweat to her skin. It wasn’t as overwhelming as Areo’s, but the thought of taking two at once filled her with dread.

“No… stop… ahh!”

Fingers pressed against her, stretching her further, as if trying to make more room. The pain of being forced open made her feel like her body was splitting apart.

“Haah… ugh…”

Cyrene shook her head, her legs kicking in vain against the tight grip holding her apart. She pushed weakly at the man’s shoulder, trying to stop the second finger that was now entering her slick v*ginal hole.

“Stop… ugh… please…!”

The finger crunched audibly as it pushed further into her entrance. Her resistance seemed to excite him even more, and the slick, swollen tip of his p*nis pushed back against her opening.

“Ah… ugh!”

With a powerful thrust, the tip of the second p*nis slid inside. Her whole body shook violently. The sensation of being stretched to her limit caused cold sweat to form on her skin.

“See? It fits nicely.”

The mocking chuckle above her head stung, and before she could react further, he pushed in deeper. Now fully inside her, the two penises rubbed together inside her, the friction sending an overwhelming sensation through her body.

“Ugh… stop… please…”

Her voice wavered as she begged, but the relentless motion only intensified.

Cyrene gasped and threw her head back, trapped between the two men’s chests. She was completely powerless, her body overwhelmed by the alternating thrusts inside her. The dizzying sensation made her head spin.

“Ah… ugh… ugh…!”

Her overstretched inner walls clenched reflexively, trying to push the intruders out, but only tightening around them instead. The men’s harsh breaths washed over her neck and chest, adding to the heat that engulfed her.

“Ah… ah…!”

The relentless motion left no room for respite, the constant pressure and friction inside her turning the pain into something else entirely. Her gasps turned to moans, her struggles punctuated by wet, squelching sounds as the fluids inside her overflowed and dripped onto the grass below.

“Hmmm… ah…!”

Her trembling hands, which had been pressing weakly against one of the men’s chests, faltered and shook. Tilting her head, she caught sight of the stranger’s pleasure-filled face, its expression unfamiliar yet vivid. Her body convulsed, curling inward as a wave of climax swept over her.

“Ah… ugh…!”

Their movements became rougher, spurred on by the tightening of her inner walls, and almost simultaneously they *jaculated inside her.

“Haah…”

Her languid sigh filled the air as Cyrene’s body shook uncontrollably. The semi-soft p*nis withdrew with a slick sound, leaving her walls slick with the warmth of their c*m trickling down her thighs.

As her feet hit the ground, her knees buckled and she collapsed weakly. As soon as she had finished, the slippery, sticky p*nis was thrust into her face once more.

“…”

Without a word, she extended her tongue and licked the ends, still coated with the taste of sperm. Each day without Ilion seemed endless, no matter how long she waited, the emptiness never seemed to end.

***

Whenever she had the chance, Cyrene found herself standing in front of the cage where she had first met Ilion, clinging to the faint hope that she might see him again.

She brushed back her dishevelled hair and licked her lips out of habit, only to grimace at the lingering bitter taste.

She had been told not to see him. But still.

Still, wouldn’t it be fine if they met by chance? After all, he’s outside, and she’s inside. It could happen, just like it did back then, purely by coincidence.

“Haah…”

The pain between her legs persisted and the sticky sensation running down her inner thighs was unpleasant. As Cyrene clung to the bars, her head cocked curiously to look outside, a hand suddenly covered hers.

She didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“Who are you looking so intently for?”

The soft voice whispered in her ear, but the suppressed anger in it was unmistakable. The hand over hers tightened with a crushing grip.

“Ah… ugh…”

He gripped her hand tightly, crushing it under his. As she twisted to free herself, her back was pressed firmly against the bars. Areos’ warm breath brushed against her ear.

“Cyrene, what did I tell you?”

He pressed his hand firmly against her chest, so hard it felt like her heart would explode. Passers-by, noticing the scene, quickly looked away and hurried past. When she remained silent, his grip only tightened.

“Ah… ugh…”

Her body was crushed under his strength, her breath caught painfully in her throat.

“I… you said not to meet him.”

Areo’s lips brushed the top of her head in a mocking, gentle gesture.

“Then why are you here?”

“…”

She couldn’t think of an excuse. Words eluded her. Just as his grip began to loosen, he abruptly lifted the hem of her dress. His fingers unhesitatingly parted her still damp entrance, slick with a mixture of fluids.

“Ugh…”

Her body flinched at the invasive touch, but his movements were relentless.

Cyrene’s inner walls clenched instinctively, the sticky fluid remaining inside her trickling down her legs.

“I don’t like this.”

Areos low voice mixed with the wet, squelching sounds. She had to grip the bars tightly to stay upright.

“Ah… ugh…”

His touch, so familiar to every sensitive part of her body, quickly elicited soft moans from her lips. Each time her breath caught, his long fingers pressed and scraped against her most vulnerable spots.

“Ahh… Your Highness…”

A warmth began to bloom deep inside her p*ssy. Something firm pressed against her lower back, and the sound of fabric being pushed aside accompanied the sensation of his lips on her neck.

“Ugh!”

In one swift motion, he thrust deep inside her, lifting her up onto her toes. Barely able to stand on her toes, her entire body shook violently at the overwhelming sensation.

“Ah… ugh…”

Cyrene’s body remained pressed tightly against the bars. Areos grabbed her chin and tilted her head up, as if to force her attention to him. Passers-by glanced in her direction, some quickly turning away as if to avoid witnessing what was clearly happening. As she bit her lip to stifle a moan, his fingers forced her lips apart and slid between her teeth.

“Ugh… ah… ah…”

Her panting moans filled the air, unmistakable even though her dress obscured the view. Everyone could see what was happening. Areo’s hand gripped the bars tightly as his hips moved roughly against hers, the sound of rattling metal synchronised with Cyrene’s muffled cries.

Her toes curled and flailed helplessly, skimming the air as the relentless thrusts drove deeper with each movement. The more she struggled, the harder he pushed, each movement forcing her body to take him deeper.

“Haah… ah…”

Her body, conditioned and responsive, moved instinctively in search of pleasure, reacting faster than it ever had with anyone else. Panting heavily, she wrapped herself around him, her trembling walls pulling him deeper. Areos let out a low, satisfied sigh as he pulled her close, holding her tightly as his release washed over her.

Cyrene felt the warmth spread through her, and when he finally withdrew, her legs gave out completely. She collapsed to the ground, her body trembling and exhausted. The floor where her feet had desperately scraped was marked with faint scratches, evidence of her futile struggle.

“Cyrene.”

She lifted her head at Areos’ voice. The first thing that caught her eye was his glistening, swollen p*nis. As Cyrene moved closer between his legs and parted her lips, his expression changed subtly.

As she licked along his still-hardened p*nis, the taste of his c*m lingered on her tongue. Lowering her gaze under his watchful eyes, she felt an unusual discomfort from the stares burning into her back.

“Mmm… ugh…”

As she spat out what was in her mouth and turned her head slightly, her eyes met Ilion’s.

Of all times, here and now, in front of Areos. Cyrene froze, her whole body stiffening with shock. She couldn’t tell whose reaction was more important – hers or theirs. As her eyes quivered violently with panic, a large hand grabbed her chin and pulled her back.

“Mmm… ugh…”

Areo’s movements became harsher than ever, relentless. The sound of retreating footsteps reached her ears. Ilion was leaving. Relief that he was gone clashed with sadness that she didn’t know when she would see him again.

“Haah…”

Her eyes burned. Surely it was because the p*nis was so deep in her throat that she couldn’t breathe. Gasping for air, Cyrene clung to Areos thigh.

“Haah…”

A small sigh escaped her lips.

“I don’t like it.”

His voice was laced with irritation. His grip tightened, and she felt it twitch as he let go deep in her throat.

“Cough… cough…”

As Cyrene choked and coughed, her arm was grabbed roughly. Half dragged, she turned her eyes to where Ilion had gone. Not a strand of his golden hair was in sight.