He was the kind that didn’t demand or threaten but simply existed, as fundamental as breathing.

She was his. She was theirs. And right now, in this room, with the world hammering at the door and her body trembling beneath his hands, she was the only thing that had ever made survival feel like more than just not dying. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Stay with me," he murmured against her temple, curling his fingers and feeling her whole body bow toward him. "Just stay right here."

Her tail tightened around his arm. Her fingers tangled in his hair. And the sound she made, his name, broken into syllables by pleasure, buried itself in his memory like a blade he never wanted removed.

Lucan’s fingers moved with deliberate slowness, curling inside her as she writhed against him. The sensation made Felicity’s breath catch, her silver-white hair spilling across the sheets like moonlight.

"L-Lucan," she whimpered, her fox ears twitching with each stroke of his fingers. "Please... don’t stop."

A squeak escaped her lips when he crooked his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made her vision blur. She squirmed, tail lashing against his arm, her small body arching toward his touch.

"More," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need more, Lucan. I’m so empty."

He smirked, watching her face contort with pleasure as he added a second finger, stretching her slowly. Her thighs trembled, and she let out a high-pitched squeal that echoed off the walls.

"You’re so beautiful like this," he murmured, leaning down to capture one of her nipples with his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue against her sensitive flesh drew a long, desperate moan from her throat.

"Yes! Yes, Lucan, just like that!" Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer to her breast as he sucked and nipped at the tender flesh. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop!"

The door exploded inward, the frame splintering as Ivan and Exile burst through. Damien, Victor, and Voss, who wanted to watch from the corner, raised eyebrows in unison before settling at the back to observe the scene with predatory interest.

Felicity was still panting, her chest heaving with each breath. Without hesitation, she reached up toward Ivan, her fingers brushing against the front of his pants. The massive beastman’s nostrils flared at her scent, at the sight of her flushed and needy beneath Lucan’s touch.

"I missed you," Ivan growled, dropping to his knees beside the bed and capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. His large hand replaced Lucan’s at her breast, his calloused fingers gentle despite their size as he rolled her nipple between them.

Exile moved with silent grace to the other side of the bed. With careful hands, he turned Felicity onto her knees, positioning her for Lucan, who had already lined up behind her.

Felicity’s heart pounded, her pussy throbbing with need after the teasing foreplay that had left her dripping. God, I can’t take it anymore, she thought, her body aching for the stretch, the fullness. She glanced back at Lucan. His thick cock bobbed, a pearl of precum glistening at the tip, and she licked her lips, tasting the salt of her own sweat. "I need you," she gasped, her voice raw and desperate. "All of you now."

Lucan growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through the room like thunder, and gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks. He locked eyes with Ivan over her shoulder, a silent challenge passing between them.

Ivan stroked his cock lazily. "Make her scream first, panther, I want her begging for daddy’s cock in that sweet hole." His words sent a shiver down Felicity’s spine, her inner walls clenching in anticipation. Yes, please, she thought,

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Lucan pushed into her pussy, inch by thick inch, stretching her wide. Felicity moaned, the burn of his size mixing with exquisite pleasure, her fingers digging into the sheets. The heat of him filled her completely, his cock pulsing against her sensitive walls, and she could feel every ridge, every vein as he bottomed out.

Exile knelt beside them, his hands roaming her back, tracing the curve of her spine before delivering a sharp smack to her ass. The sting made her yelp, her pussy fluttering around Lucan’s shaft. "Good girl," Exile murmured, his voice a soft contrast to the others, but his touch was firm, possessive.

Lucan began to move, pulling back almost all the way before slamming in deep, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. The rhythm built fast, rough, the bed creaking under them. Felicity’s breasts swayed, nipples hard and aching, brushing the sheets with electric friction. "Fuck, you’re so tight," Lucan grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "Squeezing my cock like you were made for it, you’re full with our cubs, now we want you to be full with our cocks."

’Suck me, little girl," Ivan commanded, threading his fingers through her hair and guiding her mouth down. Felicity opened eagerly, the taste of him exploding on her tongue, salty precum, the cool smoothness of his skin. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deep as Lucan pounded her from behind, the dual sensations overwhelming her senses. The room smelled of their combined musk now, sweat-slicked skin and raw need, and she could hear the ragged breaths, the slap of flesh, her own muffled moans vibrating around Ivan’s shaft.

Exile wasn’t idle; he reached under her, pinching her nipples hard, twisting them until she arched, pain blending into pleasure. "That’s it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Take them both, you’ re dripping everywhere, and it’s not just your pussy, your nipples are leaking too, my lovely fox."

Exile’s voice was a low growl as he cupped her breast, his mouth descending hungrily. Warm milk spurted onto his tongue, and he groaned, "Fuck, you taste incredible." His other hand gripped his main cock, stroking it with urgent, almost violent tugs.

Victor, seeing the milky trails down her flesh, abandoned his position across the room. He dove in from the other side, his mouth clamping onto her other breast, sucking with a feral intensity that had her crying out. "Fuck, Fel," he snarled, his voice muffled against her skin. "If I’d known you’d taste this good, I would have filled you with our cubs the moment I found you."