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He pressed the pad of his
thumb to the puckered opening of her ass, pushing slightly until the whimper
she’d fought so hard to suppress slipped from her lips. Kiirs, how was she to
fight this?
    “I wanted to Call more than one of my dimensional existences
and drown in the pleasure you created in us all,” Corvan claimed, as calm and
composed as always. It was only the bunching of his jaw that said he too fought
for control. That, and the tight grip he kept on her ankles.
    His twin’s breath tickled her ear, her neck. His fingers plunged
in and out of her sopping sex, his hand squeezing and massaging her swollen
breasts in unison with his pumping fingers.
    “I wanted to possess you, dominate you in time never
ending,” Corvan continued, his stare still fixed on her eyes, his hands slowly,
slowly spreading her legs farther apart with each word passing his lips. “For
the last three years, I’ve cursed myself for not doing so.”
    A blur of color and indistinct form the same size as Corvan
shimmered in the space beside him, impossible to track with her eyes. A
disembodied voice she knew well murmured something she couldn’t decipher, as if
a ghost of time had spoken, followed immediately by a low, thick click.
    Falynn sucked in a sharp breath, sensing the spatial
distortion she felt sure was another Corvan. She jerked her head right
then left, feeling as if she were moving in slow motion, cunt constricting as
she looked at one leg, then the other…
    Two more chains hung from the long bar fixed to the ceiling,
each length terminating in a wide metal band encircling her ankles. She was
completely shackled. Suspended waist-height above the floor, wrists bound, legs
spread. Defenseless and vulnerable. Two states of being she’d never been
before.
    Her stare snapped back to the Corvan standing between her spread
legs, her pulse an insane beat in her neck.
    He regarded her with smoldering eyes, his hands no longer
gripping her ankles but instead loosely cupping the smooth curves of her
calves, burning her flesh through the thin leather of her boots.
    “Ready?” the Corvan behind her whispered, slowly sliding his
fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. He massaged her clit, sending a jolt
of heat into her core, and she gasped, the sound aggressive and submissive at
once.
    Corvan— her time Corvan—chuckled. He slid his palms up
her legs, charting her knees, gaze holding her motionless as surely as the
metal shackles held her prisoner.
    Falynn’s heart hammered. Her mouth went dry. She stared at
him, rolling her hips into the other’s plunging fingers even as she felt Corvan’s
hips brush the smooth, tense flesh of her inner thighs.
    “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue now, Proserpina,” he
stated. “I’m going to bring you to climax with my mouth as my dimensional other
fucks your ass with his fingers.”
    “And when that climax is at its peak,” the Corvan pressed to
her back stated just as calmly, just as matter-of-factly, his fingers driving
in and out, in and out of her cream-slicked pussy, “I am going to bury my cock
in your tight, wet hole as my chr’nos twin buries his cock in
your tight, wet cunt, and we’ll fuck you until you’re screaming our name so
loud your throat feels torn.”
    The absolute arrogance of the statement was too much for
Falynn. Pumped and plundered by fingers full of wicked talent, her sex
contracted, the brutal orgasm racing through her with the devastating force of
an exploding quasar.
    She thrashed in her chains, riding the savage eruption as
she choked back whimper after whimper of raw pleasure, her cunt squeezing the
fingers in her sex with powerful pulses that made her whole body shudder.
    Corvan’s nostrils flared as his hands came to rest high on
her inner thighs. “Perfect.”
    The word caressed her flayed senses like a velvet whip,
before, with that same unnatural speed she’d always admired, he dropped to his
knees and closed his lips around her clit.
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