Chapter LXXVI: Possessiveness
The bathing house echoed with their combined sounds, a symphony of rough, savage pleasure. The king's dominance was clear in every motion, his need to assert control over both Isabella and the situation fueling his actions. Damian, though equally demanding, reveled in the experience, his eyes never leaving Isabella's as she continued to please him.
With a forceful yet controlled motion, Damian pulled Isabella out of the king's hold, turning her back to face him. His lips curved into a sarcastic smile as he looked at his brother.
"Aren't we supposed to share, brother?" Damian taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.
The king's eyes darkened with a mixture of anger and desire, but he allowed Damian to proceed. Isabella, caught between their competing dominance, felt Damian enter her from behind with a rough thrust. The sudden intensity made her gasp, her hands gripping the edge of the tub.
The king, his arousal reignited by the sight, moved to the front. He guided her mouth to himself, and Isabella began to please him, her movements coordinated with Damian’s relentless rhythm. The king's growls of pleasure mingled with Damian’s grunts, the room filled with the raw sounds of their primal engagement.
Damian's hands moved to Isabella's arms, pulling them back and removing her mouth from the king’s cock. He choked her, tightening his grip around her neck, exerting a dominance that made her pulse quicken. Still fucking her hard, he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
Isabella's response was a muffled moan, her body caught in a whirlwind of sensation as she balanced between the two brothers. The king let out an angered growl and pulled Isabella’s hips to himself, removing her cunt out of Damian’s cock as he wrapped her legs around his waist, positioning himself to take her again. He penetrated her with a powerful thrust, his eyes locked onto hers, fucking her against his brother’s chest. Damian’s grip on her neck tightened, his touch unrelenting, while the king’s thrusts grew more intense.
The king's eyes flashed with a possessive fire as he pulled Isabella out of Damian’s embrace, turning her back to him once again. With a powerful, primal thrust, he began to fuck her from behind once again, his growl of dominance echoing through the steam-filled room.
Not to be outdone, Damian quickly moved forward, grabbing Isabella’s body once more in a rough movement. He pulled her onto his lap, positioning her so she could ride him, her body trembling from being passed around between the two brothers. Instead of reclaiming her by force, the king pressed against her back, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her ass while Damian fucked her cunt.
Isabella gasped, caught in the overwhelming intensity of their combined assault. The dual sensations pushed her to the brink, her moans mingling with the brothers' grunts and growls. Damian’s hands roamed over her body, pulling her tighter against him as he moved within her. The king’s powerful rhythm behind her drove her to the edge of insanity.
Isabella’s head tilted back, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the intensity of the moment. The two brothers moved in perfect, primal harmony, their combined efforts driving her to the brink of ecstasy. The sensation of being taken by both of them, their power and desire merging into one overwhelming experience, sent her spiraling towards a surreal pleasure.
The king's keen eyes noticed the signs of Damian nearing his climax. With a swift, decisive motion, he pulled Isabella off his brother’s lap and stepped back, positioning her on all fours once more. Isabella, her body still trembling from the intensity of their shared passion, barely had time to catch her breath.
Damian, driven by an urgent need, quickly moved to her front, guiding her mouth to him.
The king was still positioned behind Isabella, his grip firm on her hips. He removed his cock from her ass and entered her cunt again with a powerful thrust, a possessive growl escaping his lips as he reclaimed her.
Damian's hands tangled in Isabella's hair, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure as he moved against her, her mouth working skillfully.
Damian's grip tightened, his body tensing as he reached his climax. With a final, urgent thrust, he spilled himself into her mouth, a guttural groan of release echoing through the room. Isabella swallowed, her eyes half-closed with the intensity of the moment.
The king, spurred on by the sight and sensation, increased his pace behind her. His hands gripped her hips with a fierce, possessive strength. With a final, powerful surge, he too reached his peak, his roar of release mingling with Damian's as they both shuddered with the force of their climaxes.
As the last echoes of their pleasure faded, the room fell into a heavy, satisfied silence. Damian, spent, leaned back, his breathing heavy and eyes closed in contentment. The king, still holding Isabella close, wrapped his arms around her possessively.
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