Bastion stood by the window, threatening someone on the phone.


    Luca was in the shower. My eyes were locked on Bastion, his tattoos, the scars, the sliver chain. I gulped. How did I manage to get both of them.


    He nced over once, catching me. I gestured for him toe over. He didn’t lower the phone as he walked towards me.


    I reached for his hand. Guided it down. Pressed his fingers at my zipper.


    Bastion took a sharp breath. Then he tugged.


    My dress dropped.


    His breathing shifted, quieter, heavier. I took his fingers, led them lower, settling them against me. Over my clit.


    He moved the fabric aside, touched me just barely—his finger circling soft as his voice turned sharp again into the phone. Another threat. Important, maybe. But I needed him here.


    I undid the knot of his towel, let it fall. I dropped lower, slower, my lips brushing his thigh. His hand dragged up my body, rough, reminding me who I belonged to.


    “Fuck,” he muttered, low, almost off the call. He didn’t let me stay there. He lifted me up, and set me on the edge of the bed, knees sinking into the mattress.


    Luca’s footsteps came closer.


    Bastion looked once toward the doorway, then tossed the phone across the room. Luca caught it, as if he’d been waiting. They didn’t need words. One look was enough.


    And then Bastion was back on me.


    He pushed down my throat, thick and heavy, filling me until my eyes watered. His hand gripped the base of my neck, steady, rocking his hips with controlled force.


    “Good girl,” he breathed. “Taking me so deep. Perfect mouth. Perfect angel.”


    My throat burned around Bastion, but his voice made it feel like heaven.


    “Good girl… choking so sweet on me. Our angel.”


    I moaned, the sound muffled. His hips rocked forward again, steady. Controlled. My eyes watered, and he brushed my hair back, thumb at my temple like he couldn’t bear to see me undone without touching.


    The bed shifted behind me. A lowugh curved close to my ear. Luca.


    “Already crying for him?” Luca’s hand ran along my back, up to my neck, iming me with a touch as Bastion filled my mouth.


    Bastion didn’t look at him. He didn’t have to. They never did. Whatever passed between them moved without words—just the weight of a nce.


    Luca’s hand slid under my chin, fingers brushing against Bastion’s hand, controlling the rhythm together. He pressed me down, then eased me back, coaxing me to breathe around his brother.


    “That’s it,” Luca murmured, voice low and sharp. “Breathe for us. Be our good girl.”


    Bastion groaned above me.


    When Bastion pulled free. Wiping my bottom lip, looking at me in a way that my heart twist. Luca thumb stroked my neck.


    “You did so good baby,” Luca murmured. “Now let us worship you.”


    Bastion caught my chin, tilted my face up to him. “Say it.”


    “I want you,” I whispered, the words breaking out of me. “Both of you.”


    Luca kissed the corner of my mouth, his hand sliding down, over my breasts, my ribs, lower still until his fingers found me.


    “Awe. Baby, you’re needy aren’t you.” Luca said, smug. His knuckles brushed Bastion’s. “She’s soaked, You feel that, brother?”


    Bastion’s hand was already there, rougher, pushing in along aside Luca’s. Two sets of fingers, two touches—one teasing, one demanding.


    “Fuck. That’s our good girl,” Bastion murmured, his voice shaking like he was barely holding back. “Open for us. Take us both.”


    Luca’s mouth was against my ear. “That’s it, baby. Give in. Let us ruin you slow.”


    Their rhythm tangled—Bastion stroking deep, Luca circling higher, perfect torment. I gasped, arching, between the hands that owned me.


    “Listen to her,” Bastion muttered, jaw tight, his eyes never leaving my face. “Our angel’s falling apart.”


    Luca’s fingers flicking, coaxing.


    I sobbed against their hands, every nerve lit, every inch of me imed.


    “You’ll sleep well tonight,” Luca whispered, lips brushing mine. “When we’re done.”


    “You thought we were done, baby?” Bastion hand cupped my jaw, thumb rubbing over my cheek. “We’ve waited too long for you. Tonight you don’t get mercy.”


    The bed shifted as they moved me, guided me, their hands sure, patient, reverent. One moment I was on the edge of the mattress, the next I was t, thighs parted, knees bent. Bastion’s weight pressed against me from behind, holding me open, while Luca’s mouth dragged hot kisses down my stomach.


    “Easy,” Bastion rumbled, his palm ttening on my belly, pinning me down. “Let him taste you, angel. Be good for Daddy.”


    Luca groaned into me like he’d been starving. His tongue was relentless, licking deep, sucking slow, dragging me up toward another peak before I’d even caught my breath. Then he pulled back.


    Bastion shifted, kneeling between my thighs. I felt the press of him, thick and demanding, nudging against me.


    “She’s dripping for us,” Luca murmured, pulling back just enough to smirk against my thigh. “Beg for it, baby. Tell Daddy you want him inside.”


    “I—please—” My voice broke, desperation flooding out. “I want you. I want both of you.”


    Bastion groaned, hand gripping my hip so tight it bordered on pain. “Good girl. Always knew you’d beg for us again.”


    He pushed into me, slow at first, stretching, filling until I gasped. My scream cracked, swallowed by Luca’s mouth when he kissed me again, his tongue stealing my breath as his brother took my body.


    Bastion rocked harder, rough but steady, groaning in my ear. “That’s it. Take me, angel. Take Daddy’s cock like the good girl you are.”


    Every thrust drove me further into Luca’s arms. His fingers tangled in my hair, his lips brushing mine as he whispered filth soft enough to break me. “Feel how deep he is? That’s what you needed. That’s why you couldn’t sleep. Say it.”


    “I—needed you. Both of you?—”


    Bastion’s hand wrapped around my throat, not tight, just there, grounding me, iming me. His eyes burned into mine as he rocked deep. “Ours. Every inch of you. Don’t you forget it.”


    Luca slid lower again, fingers back on me even as Bastion fucked me harder, circling my clit in rhythm with his brother’s thrusts. The pleasure hit sharp—too sharp.


    Luca’s hand snapped, a quick p to my clit.


    I cried out, body jolting forward, the sting pulling me right to the edge.


    “Don’t fall apart yet, baby,” Luca coaxed. His touch gentled instantly, teasing in slow circles. “Be Daddy’s good girl and hold it. You can take more for us. You will take more.”


    “Please—”


    Bastion caught my wrists before I could clutch the sheets. He pulled them up, locked them tight around his neck, his mouth brushing my ear. “No hiding, angel. Hold on to Daddy. Let me y with you. You wanted this—now take it.”


    I whimpered, obeying, clinging to him as his thrusts stayed relentless—firm, brutal. He fucked me like he was carving it into my body that I belonged to him.


    Luca’s hands slid higher, over my ribs, my breasts, pinching, teasing, making me arch harder into Bastion’s cock.


    Luca mouth brushed my temple. “Good girl. Look at you, chest rising for me, pussy choking on him. You were made for this. Let Daddy touch you how he wants. Let us take all of you.”


    “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, broken, desperate.


    Bastion groaned, his hand flexing at my throat. “That’s it. My good girl. Say it again.”


    “Yes, Daddy.”


    Luca’s smirk. “That’s better. Now beg us not to stop.”


    “Don’t stop—please?—”


    Bastion’s pace went brutal, driving into me.


    “You’re perfect,” he growled, rocking into me so deep I screamed. “Perfect angel, taking Daddy’s cock just like you were trained to. Our good girl. Ours.”


    Luca pressed harder at my clit, his other hand taunting, my nipples. “Come for us, baby. Let go. Make a mess for daddy.”


    I shattered, clinging to Bastion’s neck while they worked me through it. Bastion never let me slip, never let me hide. His cock split me open with every thrust, Luca’s fingers coaxed every tremor out of me until I was nothing but their girl, wrecked and shaking between them.


    “Beg,” Luca whispered, lips grazing my ear. “You don’t get me until you beg for it.”


    “Please. Please, Daddy—fill me.”


    A lowugh rumbled from both of them. Bastion’s hand caught my jaw, forcing my eyes to his. “Do you know why we love it when you beg, angel?”


    I gasped, shaking my head.


    “Because it proves you know who owns you,” he said, stroking my jaw.


    “Because it makes you honest,” Luca added, thrusting in suddenly, sharp, deep. My cry broke into his shoulder. “When you beg, we hear the truth you’d never admit to anyone else.”


    Bastion kissed my lips hard, swallowing my moan as Luca filled me from behind, stretching me until I shook. Then he pulled out too—leaving me aching, desperate.


    “Open wider,” Bastionmanded, pressing me back. His cock slid into me again, while Luca’s fingers found my clit, stroking slow, steady, just enough to make my hips buck.


    “Not yet,” Luca whispered, catching my gasp. “Don’t even think about finishing without us telling you.”


    When I got too close, Bastion pulled free again. Luca reced him, sliding in with a groan as Bastion’s hand rubbed my clit, rough and deliberate. My body convulsed, pleasure building sharp and unbearable, and then Bastion stopped.


    I sobbed, shaking.


    “Look at her,” Luca murmured, thrusting shallow, making me whimper. “Dripping for us. Making a mess that belongs to no one but us.”


    Bastion smirked, thumb pressing lightly against my swollen clit without giving me release. “That’s why we edge you, angel. Because your mess is ours. And we like watching you get so wet you can’t stop shaking.”


    They kept swapping—one filling me, one rubbing me—over and over, dragging me higher and higher, never letting me fall. Every time I thought it would break, they pulled back, leaving me on the edge, wrecked and ruined, begging louder with each denial.


    “Good girl,” Bastion growled, kissing me rough. “Beg harder.”


    “Louder,” Luca ordered, thrusting slow, teasing, relentless. “We want the whole city to know who you belong to.”


    I was shaking, half-sobbing, caught in their rhythm of denial. Every time I thought they’d let me break, one pulled out, the other slowed down, leaving me trembling on the edge with nothing to hold but their voices.


    “Look at her,” Luca murmured, his hand still stroking my clit inzy circles that never gave me enough. “She’s holding it. So good for us. Our perfect girl.”


    Bastion kissed the corner of my mouth, his grip iron at my waist. “That’s it, angel. Restraint. Daddy’s so proud of you.” His lips brushed my ear. “You’re going to be even better when we give you both at once.”


    My body convulsed at the thought, need ripping through me. “Please,” I whispered, desperate.


    Luca chuckled low, sliding two fingers inside me beside his cock as he thrust shallow. The stretch made me cry out. “Hear that? She’s already ready for us, brother. Begging to be split open.”


    Bastion groaned, his forehead pressing to mine as he held me still. “She’s going to take us so well. Our good girl—tight little body made for her daddies.”


    I sobbed into his mouth, shaking harder, heat flooding through me with every praise, every promise.


    Luca pinched my clit, hard enough to make me jolt, then soothed it with soft circles. “Not yet, baby. Hold it. Show us you can wait until we both fill you. Such a good girl for her daddies—always giving us what we want.”


    Bastion pulled back, watching my face like he wanted to brand every expression into his chest. “You’ll be perfect. You’ll open for us. You’ll let us ruin you slow.” His hand slid down, spreading me wider for Luca’s fingers. “And you’ll thank us for every inch.”


    I moaned, my whole body humming. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll thank you. I’ll take you both—please, I want it.”


    They both groaned in unison, that silent rhythm between them.


    Bastion kissed me rough, cutting off my cry as Luca slid his fingers deeper, stretching, testing, coaxing. “Good girl,” Bastion murmured against my lips. “Holding back for us. So patient. So perfect.”


    Bastion’s mouth dragged down my throat, hot and rough, his voice breaking against my skin. “You ready for us, angel? Ready to take both your daddies at once?”


    My nails dug into his shoulders, clinging like I’d drown without him. “Yes. Please—I’m ready.”


    Luca’s hands slid lower, firm and unrelenting as he spread my hips wider. His lips brushed my ear. “You hear that, baby? That’s begging. That’s what we like. And you’re going to keep begging until we give you all of it.”


    Bastion kissed me hard, his thrust shallow, teasing, his hand at my throat. “So much cock, angel. You’ll feel us everywhere. You’ll drip all over us before we’re even done.”


    “I can take it. Please—let me.”


    Luca chuckled low, one hand stroking down to where I pulsed, slick and trembling. He rubbed over my swollen clit with two fingers, slow and taunting. “Oh, you can take it. You’re our good girl. You’ll open up, beg pretty, ande all over both our cocks like you were made for it.”


    Bastion groaned, grinding harder, his forehead pressing to mine. “Say it, angel. Say you want us both.”


    “I want you both,” I gasped, holding his shoulders so tight my arms shook. “Please, Daddy—I need you.”


    Luca’s grip on my hips tightened, forcing me open, readying me. “Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear. Hold still, baby. Let us stretch you, fill you, make you ours in every way.”


    Bastion kissed the corner of my mouth, soft where his voice was brutal. “Don’t worry, angel. Daddy’s got you. We’ll take you slow. We’ll make you perfect.”


    Luca smirked against my neck, his fingers circling me again. “She’s already perfect. Look at her—dripping for us, begging for us, made for us. She’ll take every inch.”


    I cried into Bastion’s chest, trembling, my body screaming with need as they coaxed me, praised me, promised me.


    “Easy, angel,” Bastion whispered, kissing me slow, his hands holding me steady. “We’ll give you all of us. Just breathe for Daddy.”


    Behind me, Luca spread my hips wider, his chest hot against my back. His voice brushed my ear, low and coaxing. “You’re going to take us both, baby. Every inch. And you’re going to do it beautifully, because you’re our good girl.”


    My nails dug deeper into Bastion’s shoulders.


    Bastion’s thumb stroked my jaw, his forehead pressing to mine.


    Luca nudged against me, thick. “Ready, baby?”


    I whimpered, nodding frantically. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”


    My scream was muffled by Bastion’s mouth when he kissed me through it.


    “It hurts,” I sobbed, clinging to him.


    “You’re okay,” Bastion soothed, brushing my hair back, his voice wrecked with soft “You’re taking us so fucking beautifully.”


    They started slow. Just the press of them, thick, stretching me, their hands holding me steady. My breath came sharp, body tensing, thighs trying to close.


    “No—wait—” My voice broke.


    Bastion’s grip caught my hips, steady. Luca’s hand smoothed over my stomach, grounding.


    “Don’t be sorry, angel,” Bastion murmured, low. “It’s just your body, overwhelmed.”


    “Good girl,” Luca whispered at my ear. “You’re doing perfect. Let us hold you. Let us carry the weight until you’re ready.”


    They didn’t push. They waited, their bodies trembling with restraint I could feel in the way their muscles locked. I trembled too, one hand fisting in Bastion’s shoulder, the other curling tight around Luca’s neck as I leaned back against him.


    “Breathe for us,” Luca coaxed, brushing kisses against my temple. “When you’re ready, baby, push down just a little. That’s all.”


    I swallowed hard, heart racing, then pressed down just a bit. The stretch made me gasp, my head falling back against Luca’s shoulder.


    “Good girl,” Bastion praised, brushing his thumb across my thigh. “So good for Daddy. So brave.”


    Luca’s fingers slid between my thighs, soft circles on my clit, coaxing me through the ache. Bastion’s hand cupped my breast, thumb teasing over my nipple until my back arched.


    I pushed down again, inch by inch. My head dropped forward, pressing into Bastion’s shoulder.


    He caught my chin, tilting my face up, his eyes heavy and reverent. “Look at me, angel. That’s it. Eyes on Daddy. You’re perfect. Keep going.”


    My whole body trembled, tears prickling. Bastion kissed them away, thumb swiping the tear from my cheek. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. We’re not going anywhere.”


    Their hands stayed strong, holding me when I faltered, keeping me safe when I stopped. Every praise, every kiss made it easier.


    And then—I pushed all the way down.


    The stretch split me, filled me, made me cry out, but their arms gripped tighter, holding me like I might break. Their muscles were tight, bodies shaking with the restraint


    “Fuck—look at her,” Luca groaned, kissing the side of my throat. “Taking us both. So perfect. Our angel.”


    Bastion’s forehead pressed to mine. “Good girl. Daddy’s good girl. You feel how deep we are? You made us yours.”


    They kissed me—Luca’s mouth hot at my neck, Bastion’s lips against mine—as I started to move, rocking slow, my body finding rhythm.


    “Don’t rush, baby,” Luca whispered, guiding my hips in slow circles. “Savor it.”


    “Perfect,” Bastion murmured, kissing me harder. “You’re so perfect. Rock slow, angel. Let us feel every inch of you.”


    Every nerve burned, stretched so full I could hardly breathe, but their hands never left me. Bastion’s grip steady at my waist, Luca’s arms locked around me, holding every inch of my trembling weight.


    “Easy, angel,” Bastion murmured, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’ve got us both now. Perfect girl. Just let your body learn it.”


    “You’re doing so well,” Luca coaxed at my ear, his breath hot. “Daddy’s proud of you. You’re taking more than anyone else ever could. Because you’re ours.”


    I trembled, clinging to them both, too overwhelmed to think, too needy to stop.


    “Move for us, baby,” Bastion whispered, brushing a tear from my cheek, his thumb stroking gentle. “Don’t wait on us. Show your daddies how much you want it.”


    Luca’s fingers traced my hip, coaxing. “Rock slow. That’s it. Just a little. Let us feel how sweet you are when you give yourself to us.”


    I swallowed hard, dropped my head back to Luca’s shoulder, and moved—just a small roll of my hips, a slow press down against them.


    They groaned in unison, their restraint breaking around the edges.


    “Good girl,” Bastion growled, his lips catching mine. “Fuck, you’re perfect. You don’t even know what you’re doing to us.”


    Luca kissed the side of my throat. “She knows. Our girl knows exactly how to ruin us. Look at her, moving for us, dripping for us.”


    I rocked again, finding a rhythm, trembling with every drag, every inch. Their bodies shook against me, but they held back, letting me control it, letting me show them I could.


    “That’s it, angel,” Bastion coaxed, his hand stroking down my back. “Ride us. Nice and slow. Make us feel how good you are.”


    “Daddy’s perfect girl,” Luca praised, kissing my jaw as he guided my hips. “Don’t rush. Take your time. So wet dripping all over us.”


    “Don’t hide it, angel. That’s Daddy’s favorite mess. All yours, all ours.”


    Luca’s fingers slid down, circling my clit slow, coaxing the tremors harder. “Good girl. That’s it. Let ite. You’ve been holding back so long for us—now give it to us.”


    My face burned, shame and need tangling. “I can’t—I’m?—”


    “Shh.” Bastion kissed me hard, swallowing the words. “Yes, you can. That’s Daddy’s girl. That’s what we wanted. Give it to us.”


    “Don’t fight it, baby,” Luca whispered, pressing his mouth to my throat, his fingers rubbing faster, firmer. “Finish on us. Make a mess. Show us how perfect you are.”


    The praise broke me. My nails digging into Bastion’s shoulders, my head dropping back against Luca’s chest.


    “That’s it,” Bastion groaned, holding me tight. “Come for your daddies. Gush all over us. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”


    “Perfect,” Luca hands stroking down my stomach to soothe me. “That’s it, sweetheart. You gave us everything. Our good girl.”


    Bastion brushed his mouth against mine, voice rough. “Angel… can we move?”


    Luca’s lips pressed to my shoulder, softer. “Only if you want it, baby. Tell your daddies.”


    “Yes. Please.”


    They groaned together, a sound so deep it made my chest tighten.


    “Good girl,” Bastion whispered, kissing me again as they started slow. Just small rolls of their hips, easing me into motion. “Breathe for Daddy. You’re doing perfect. Let us carry the weight.”


    Luca’s hand stroked my hip. “That’s it, baby. Take us slow. Feel every inch. You’re safe in our hands.”


    “Faster,” I begged. “Deeper—please.”


    They both groaned, muscles straining with the effort of holding back.


    “You sure, angel?” Bastion asked, his thumb brushing my jaw, tilting my face to his. “It might hurt.”


    “It won’t. I need it.”


    Luca’s smirk curved against my neck, his hand sliding down between my thighs, spreading me wider.


    Bastion shifting his grip, pushing my legs wider apart. “Stay open for us. Don’t close. Be our good girl.”


    The angle changed, deeper, harder, and I screamed—but not from pain. My body clenched, pleasure ripping through me so sharp it made tears spill.


    “That’s it,” Luca coaxed, kissing them away as fast as they fell. “Doesn’t hurt, does it? You love it. You love being split open for us.”


    “Yes—God, yes.”


    Bastion’s jaw tightened, his thrusts harder now, pace breaking. “You’re ruining us, angel. We can’t hold much longer if you keep taking us like this.”


    They repositioned me, lifting, angling, moving my body with their strength until they found more movement—one hand braced under my thigh, the other gripping my hip. Every thrust hit sharper, deeper, every sound I made coaxed heavier praise.


    “Harder,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please, Daddies—I need it.”


    Bastion’s jaw flexed, his thrust slowing instead of quickening. “Careful, angel. We told you—like this, it could hurt.”


    “I don’t care,” I gasped, rocking my hips anyway, trying to chase it. “I want it.”


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    “Fuck,” Luca muttered against my throat.


    Bastion’s grip tightened. “We can’t give her what she wants like this.”


    And then suddenly, Bastion pulled free, lifting me, Luca steadying me as they moved me off the bed.


    I cried out when they filled me again, this time standing—Bastion in front of me, Luca behind, their arms around my body.


    The shift alone made me moan loud, my head dropping back on Luca’s shoulder.


    “Like that, baby,” Luca coaxed, teeth grazing my ear. “Feel the stretch of us? That’s what you begged for.”


    Bastion’s hand cupped my cheek. “Colors, angel.”


    “Green,” I panted, trembling. “Please.”


    “If it’s too much?”


    “Red,” I gasped. “Yellow to slow down.”


    “Good girl,” they groaned together, kissing me, holding me tighter.


    Bastion adjusted my hips, sliding my legs wider over his, locking the angle deep. Luca shifted me back, arching me until every thrust was sharper.


    I sobbed into Bastion’s mouth, barely breathing as they started to move, rhythm brutal now that they had leverage.


    The pain hit first—sharp, splitting. But it melted under the wave of pleasure that swallowed me whole, every nerve screaming.


    “You’re perfect, angel. Taking both your daddies like this—so fucking perfect.” Bastion’s voice burned against my ear, low and reverent.


    Luca kissed the tears off my face, groaning as he drove into me. “Look at her. In the air, dripping down our cocks, still begging for more. She’s ours, brother. Always ours.”


    Their pace grew savage, rocking me between them, their hands gripping tight, holding me open, keeping me exactly where they wanted me.


    And all I could do was sob, beg, cling to them, every word breaking.


    “Please—don’t stop—please?—”


    “Good girl.”


    “Daddy’s angel.”


    “Fuck, you’re doing so good.”


    “Our perfect girl.”


    Every thrust, every kiss, every groan wrapped around me like worship.


    Every thrust felt like too much, but they held me steady, their arms my anchor. My body was stretched so wide I thought I might break, but their voices wrapped around me, smoothing the edges of the ache.


    “So fucking perfect,” Bastion groaned, his forehead pressed to mine, his grip locked tight around my waist. “Daddy’s good fucking girl. Look at you—taking us both, giving us everything.”


    “It hurts,” I gasped, tears slipping hot down my cheeks.


    Luca kissed them away. “Awe, we know, baby. It hurts—but look at you, still taking it. That’s our girl. Being so good for us, listening to her daddies.”


    “Show daddy, where it hurts?” Bastion fingers traced down my stomach, “How’s this baby? Daddy ying with your clit? That helps doesn’t it?”


    My sob turned into a moan when Bastion rolled his hips deeper.


    “Good girl,” he praised, his jaw tight with restraint. “Making a mess all over us. You hear that, angel? That’s the sound of you dripping all over our cocks.”


    “She’s leaking down our legs,” Luca murmured, groaning against my throat. “You’re dripping on the floor, baby—that’s how good you are right now. So wet you can’t hold it in.”


    “Our good girl,” Bastion growled, kissing me hard as he rocked me onto him again. “Every inch, taking it like the perfect angel you are.”


    “Breaking for us,” Luca whispered, his fingers ying with my nipples, while Bastion circled my clit. “You’re shaking so bad we can feel it in our cocks. You going toe, baby?”


    “Yes—”


    “We can feel it.” Bastion muttered against my mouth.


    “Our good girl,” Luca finished, kissing the side of my throat as he thrust harder. “Come for us. Be our good fucking girl ande for us.”


    And all I could hear as I shattered was their voices, wrecked and worshipful.


    “Fuck,” Bastion groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. “Angel, we can’t hold it.”


    Luca’s breath was ragged against my ear, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d bruise. “You feel that, baby? Your daddies are right there. Gonna breed you, fill you so deep you’ll never forget who you belong to.”


    A sob broke from my throat, desperate and wrecked. “Yes—please. Fill me. I want it. I want all of you.”


    “Good fucking girl,” Bastion growled, kissing me rough, swallowing the cry as he thrust harder, deeper. “Daddy’s good girl. Taking it all for us.”


    “You’re perfect,” Luca whispered, his voice wrecked, trembling with the effort to hold on. “So tight, so wet—our angel was made to be filled by us.”


    I clung to them both, one arm wrapped tight around Bastion’s shoulders, the other holding Luca’s neck, keeping them close, refusing to let go.


    Their thrusts lost rhythm, their muscles seizing.


    “Fuck—she’s milking us,” Luca groaned, burying his face in my throat. “Our perfect girl—taking both our cocks, dripping all over us, begging to be bred.”


    Bastion’s growl tore out ragged as he drove deep onest time. “Ours. Every fucking drop. Ours.”


    And then they both broke filling me.


    Slowly, carefully, they slid out. I whimpered at the loss, at the ache, at how empty I felt without them.


    “Shh, angel,” Bastion murmured, his lips brushing my cheek. “It’s alright. We’ve got you.”


    I copsed against his chest, spent and shaking. Luca kissed the side of my face over and over, whispering between every press of his mouth.


    “So perfect.” Kiss.


    “Daddy’s good girl.” Kiss.


    “You made us so proud, baby.” Kiss, kiss, kiss.


    “Easy,” Bastion hands steadying me. “Let’s get her down.”


    They lowered me onto the bed. My body still trembled. Bastion brushed the hair back from my face, his thumb smoothing the tears from my cheek.


    “Breathe, angel. That’s it. Just breathe.”


    Luca slipped away for only a moment, and I heard water start to run, the soft echo of the bath filling. Bastion stayed, his eyes scanning me, his palm grounding me against the sheets.


    “Does it hurt?” he asked softly, his voice so soft.


    “No,” I whispered, throat raw. “Just… so much.”


    His gaze softened. “Good girl.”


    Luca came back, his mouth immediately finding mine, smothering me in kisses, hands cupping my face. “You were perfect. You don’t even know how beautiful you looked. Daddy’s perfect angel.”


    Bastion shifted, taking over. He wiped me gently with a warm cloth, slow strokes between my thighs, murmuring praise as if every inch of me deserved worship.


    “So soft. So good for us. You did everything we asked, angel. Daddy’s proud.”