"Fuck," Kael groaned. "Her walls are tight. Even after all these years. That healing magic of hers is something else."
"She heals her pussy every time," Brutus said. He walked to the side of the bed. He grabbed Mira's hair. He forced her face toward him. "Isn't that right, Mira? You use your magic to make your cunt virgin-tight for us. Every time. Every dungeon. Every night. You heal it up. And then we break it again."
Mira was crying.
Tears ran down her face. Her tits shook. Her body was being slammed by two men in one hole.
"Please—" she sobbed. "Deo— I am sorry— I am— AAAAAANGHH~!!"
"Don't look at him," Jarek grunted. He thrust. Kael thrust. They found a rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. The two cocks rubbed against each other through the thin wall of her vagina. "Look at us. Your real men. Your real husbands."
PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
Deo watched.
