“Cyrus,” I command, never breaking my rhythm as I fuck her. “Shut her up. Let her taste herself on your cock.”
My brother’s eyes flash with understanding as he moves to her head, gripping her jaw with one hand.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he growls, positioning himself in front of her face. “Time to put it to better use than talking back.”
He forces his still-slick cock between her lips, and I watch her eyes widen as she tastes her own arousal on him. The sight sends a jolt of pleasure through me, my grip on her hips tightening as I drive deeper.
“That’s it,” I tell him, watching her throat work as she takes him. “Make her choke on it.”
Despite her protests, her body betrays her. My fingers slide beneath her, finding her cunt soaked, her juices coating my hand as I thrust. The evidence of her desire only fuels my own.
I pull back, focusing my attention on her ass. The puckered hole tightens as my thumb circles it again. I gather saliva in my mouth, then let it drop precisely onto her asshole, watching as it glistens in the red light.
She moans around Cyrus’s cock, the vibration making him groan.
“She likes that,” I observe, working the wetness around her hole with my thumb before pressing in again, more insistently this time. “Her ass is hungry for attention.”
I spit again, more deliberately, watching as the wetness trails down between her cheeks. When I push my thumb deeper, her whole body shudders, and she moans louder, the sound muffled by Cyrus filling her mouth.
“Good girl,” I murmur, feeling her body respond to the dual invasion. “You were made for this—for us.”
I grip her hips harder, feeling her body tighten around my cock with each thrust. Every movement is designed to extract maximum response. The way she fights against it only makes her surrender sweeter.
Her body suddenly seizes. Her cunt clenches violently around my shaft, muscles rippling, strangling my cock so tight I have to grit my teeth to maintain control. Her orgasm crashes through her—unexpected and unavoidable.
“That’s it,” I hiss, driving deeper into her convulsing heat. “Take it. Take everything we give you.”
The sound of her muffled scream vibrates around Cyrus’s cock, her throat working as she gags slightly, tears streaking her face. The sight sends another pulse of desire through me. Those wet streaks on her cheeks—evidence of how thoroughly we’re using her. Breaking her.
“She’s fucking drenched,” I tell Cyrus, feeling her slickness coating my thighs. “Cunt’s practically begging for more.”
My brother’s breathing changes, that familiar rhythm that signals he’s close. His fingers tighten in her hair, holding her head immobile as he fucks her face with increasing urgency.
“Fuck,” Cyrus groans, his body tensing. “I’m coming. Swallow it. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
He holds her head in place, hips jerking as he spills down her throat. I watch her struggle, choking slightly as she’s forced to swallow his load. The way her body tightens around my cock with each swallow drives me closer to the edge.
When he finally pulls back, her gasping intake of breath echoes through the Pit. Cyrus isn’t finished with her, though. He slaps his softening cock against her tear-streaked face, leaving a wet trail across her cheek.
“Look at you,” he taunts, rubbing himself against her swollen lips. “Mouth fucked and still hungry for more.”
I grip her hips harder, driving deeper as that familiar tension builds at the base of my spine. Her cunt squeezes around me, still pulsing from her own release. The way she takes me, the way she fights yet yields—it pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I growl, slamming into her one final time. My release hits like a lightning strike, cock pulsing as I empty myself deep inside her. I hold her there, making sure every drop stays where it belongs.
“Time to give that ass some attention,” I announce, voice steady despite the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me.
Keira’s head jerks up, panic flashing across her face. “You’re both fucking unhinged. Let me go—this has gone far enough.”
Cyrus just chuckles, a dark sound that echoes off the walls. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
I slowly withdraw, groaning at the sight of my cum trickling from her abused hole, coating her inner thighs. The visible evidence of my claim on her is primal, satisfying.
“Look at that,” I murmur, tracing a finger through the sticky trail. “Marked inside and out.”
Cyrus moves behind her now, hands spreading her cheeks.
“This tight little hole needs attention,” I say, running my thumb over her puckered entrance. She flinches, but doesn’t pull away. “You’re going to be so fucking tight when we’re both inside you at the same time.”