Allen's cock slammed into Nyra's drenched cunt with brutal rhythm, her legs pushed back nearly to her ears. Her face, streaked with spit and cum, was a portrait of shattered pride—cheeks bruised, eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open like she was trying to catch more of him even without a command.
"Say it again," Allen growled, sweat dripping from his chin as he rammed into her.
Nyra sobbed through her own screams, her voice breaking. "I-I belong to you—! This cunt is yours—only yours!"
SLAP.
Another hard strike across her face. Her pussy clenched.
"You're not some highborn elder," Allen sneered. "You're just a wet fuckhole with a title. A cumrag the council polished up and paraded around like a trophy."
"Y-yes! I am—I'm your c-cumrag—"
"Louder, slut!"
"I'M YOUR CUMRAG!"
Fina barked a laugh from beside her, watching Allen rail into the broken foxkin with raw, vicious thrusts.
