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channel. Her eyes watered. He felt huge inside
her, stretching her to capacity. Dark slivers of pain and pleasure raced
through her body.
    The two cocks moved inside her simultaneously. Each
well-placed thrust glided against her overheated flesh. Her clit pulsed. Liquid
heat ran down her swollen, cream-slicked labia.
    She couldn’t see Kirel. It was better this way, she told
herself. The longer the Guardians fucked her, the more difficult she found it
to remember why she fought them. Her pussy squeezed down on the man’s shaft,
welcoming each thrust in eager delight. Her ass burned with painful rapture,
uncurling a need from deep inside her she hadn’t been aware of until that
moment.
    The Guardians’ motions grew even more fevered. Each
well-placed thrust seemed to reach inside her and nudge the dark, tender places
in her body, drawing out streams of sensation to pour through her.
    Ecstasy flooded her thoughts. It mingled with the grief and
aching loneliness that had perpetually taken residence within her since the
king’s men had taken Kirel. It banished the hurt and anger and coiled around
her, tantalizing in its hunger.
    Energy poured through her. One of the men—she didn’t know
who, didn’t care—reached down to touch her clit. That was all it took. The
world exploded in a million pieces of light. Her body seemed to float on a
cloud of euphoria even as her inner walls spasmed. Pure bliss crept into every
crevice, every inch of flesh, pulling her apart, shattering her heart.
    For a moment, suspended in the midst of eternity, she felt
none of the aching agony that had become her constant companion.
     
    Nelina’s eyes flew open.
    Her hips continued to grind down of their own accord,
bearing her body into the mattress. Pulsing with hungry need, her pussy rode
the last cresting waves of her climax. Frantically, she ground her mound down
into the sheets, eager for the feel of two cocks embedded deep in her body.
    The pillow that cradled her cheek was wet with salty tears.
She could taste them in the back of her throat.
    She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the
nightmare to dissipate.
    A cold sweat drenched her skin. She lay still for a long
time, waiting for strength to return to her limbs. Then, gritting her teeth,
she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
    The floor was cold beneath her bare feet. Outside, night had
fallen and the room was bathed in tri-colored light from the fat moons that
hung just outside her window.
    Neglecting to light a lamp, she made her way to the
washbasin she’d set out in a corner of the room earlier that afternoon. She’d
intended to lie down for only a few minutes after the last of the lunch patrons
had left the inn, but the deluge of perverse fantasies had obviously had other
plans.
    She stripped out of her damp clothes and tossed them in a
wicker basket then used a soft washcloth to wipe off the sweat and the sticky
mess between her thighs. The water was cold. She shivered as a chill ran down
her spine.
    Apprehension slithered in her veins. She felt edgy and
jumpy, as though unseen eyes bore into her from between the spaces in the wood
planks of her walls.
    “Calm yourself,” Nelina murmured, sliding the washcloth over
her stomach. She pressed it to her cunt and swore softly when the swollen flesh
of her folds answered the pressure with a low, throbbing ache.
    Gods, it really felt as though she’d been thoroughly fucked.
Even her anus felt tender when she nudged it with her fingertip. Swallowing
hard, she pulled her hand away.
    Even when it unfolded as it normally did, the dream unnerved
her. A few days would mark eight years since Kirel had been snatched from her,
yet thinking about that night never failed to perturb her.
    Her best friend Reah said it was her own fault she had these
dreams. If she’d moved on, taken another lover, she wouldn’t be waking up in
the middle of the night with the last vestiges of a terrifying nightmare
clawing at her