The thought of breeding their little fox seemed to trigger something primal in all of them
"Please," she begged. Her body trembled between them, sweat glistening on her flushed skin as she took them all.
"I was a reasonable man before I met her," Damien grunted as her overfilled pussy took all of them. His green eyes were half lidded, glazed with primal hunger as he watched her writhe. The sight of her so small, so delicate, yet taking everything they gave made his chest tighten with possessive pride.
Victor's fingers dug into her hips, leaving marks that would bloom purple by morning. "Fuck, little mate," he muttered against her neck, his breath hot and ragged. "I want to stay inside you forever." His teeth grazed the tender skin where her shoulder met her neck, not quite breaking skin but promising that he could. "Your pussy was made for me, for us."
