Chapter 11

“Ah…! Ugh, aaaaah!” Lucian shrieked, his back bowing off the mattress. “Too deep…! Ah, aaagh!”

At the deepest recess of the passage, the tightly shut cervical os yielded to Silas’s broad glans, stretching open all at once. With a wet, obscene squelch, Silas pushed all the way into the hollow of Lucian’s womb.

The alien, dizzying jolt of having his cervix forced open shot up Lucian’s spine and detonated in his brain. It was an overwhelming shock that scraped the very bedrock of instinct, incomparable to anything he had ever felt, and the emperor’s mind went completely blank.

“Ah! Ah…! I’m going to die, I’m dying…! My—my cunt is being destroyed…! Aaaangh!” Lucian wailed in delirium.

Curling his toes tight, Lucian clawed his nails into Silas’s shoulders. His body shuddered as scalding pleasure welled from the depths of his womb, and with every thrust Silas drove inward, an overflow of lubrication and thick fluid gushed from the entrance, soaking the bedsheets.

With cruel satisfaction, Silas roared, “That’s it, bark more! Howl louder through that vulgar mouth! You stupid little emperor—no, you’re nothing but a bitch now!”

As Silas snarled like an animal and pounded into him with violent fury, Adrian seized Lucian by the hair, yanking the emperor’s head back to admire his depraved expression. His mind entirely undone, Lucian let his tongue spill out, his unfocused eyes rolling white as he teetered on the peak of delirium.

“Ah, ah! Aaaangh!” Lucian sobbed, pleading against his own will. “I’m dying… I really feel like I’m dying! Ah, harder, hit me harder…! Ngh, ungh!”

Even as Lucian screamed that he was dying, his body rolled its hips frantically to swallow Silas’s shaft an inch deeper. Every time Silas thrust in, radiating the scalding heat of an impending climax, Lucian’s womb quivered helplessly around the crown, clamping down in sweet, agonizing spasms.

Before long, a mixed torrent of pre-cum and fluid burst from Silas’s shaft. Reduced to a vessel for their discharges, Lucian’s womb and canal caught every ounce of the erupting filth, swelling and chafing under the unending assault.

Convulsing in time with Silas’s pounding rhythm, Lucian sank helplessly into the bottomless bog of ecstasy. Fallen lower than a beast, twitching violently beneath their cocks while shedding every vestige of dignity to female instinct, the emperor’s ruin was the very pinnacle of depravity.

As if he had been waiting for this exact moment, Adrian twisted his lips into a wicked smirk and crowded between Lucian’s spread thighs.

Silas’s thick cock had already breached the cervix and packed Lucian’s interior to capacity, yet Adrian fixated greedily on the narrow, inflamed passage beside it.

Taking advantage of the rhythmic strokes of Silas’s shaft, Adrian forced his thick fingers between Lucian’s raw, weeping folds. Silas’s cock and Adrian’s fingers tangled together, stretching the entrance so wide it threatened to split, and Lucian arched back like a bow with a keening shriek.

“Ah, aaaah! Ugh, uuungh!” Lucian screamed in agony. “Too—it’s too full! It’s tearing, everything inside is ripping open…! Aaaagh!”

With cold mockery, Adrian taunted him, “Tearing? You shameless little bitch, we haven’t even gotten started. Right now it’s just two fingers, but remember this well—we’re going to shove both of our cocks into this hole at the same time. By then, you’ll be spreading your own legs and begging us to ram it in.”

Mocking the emperor’s screams, Adrian crooked his fingers like talons and raked them roughly against the internal walls. Yielding to both men, Lucian’s stretched opening grew slack and slippery with resignation, the ceaseless flood of juices turning the sheets into a sodden mire.

“Haaah, haaah…!” Lucian whimpered, caught between pain and ecstasy. “Ah, it hurts, hic! It hurts… hngh, ungh, but it feels so good… It’s weird, hic! My body feels so weird… Aah, it’s tearing, aaaaangh!”

Lucian’s nervous system had been thoroughly reconstructed by the brutal hypnotic suggestions Silas and Adrian had implanted. Even the sharpest pain was transmuted by his warped brain into signals of intoxicating pleasure. The more agony exceeded his threshold, the more greedily his body craved further stimulation, transforming him into a monstrous, insatiable bitch.

Watching Lucian writhe and wail in delirious ecstasy, Adrian deliberately took his time, working his fingers in one by one.

When Adrian pushed a third finger into the tight depths, gouging the tenderest inner flesh, Lucian craned his neck and choked, incapable of drawing breath. Pain and bliss had fused so completely that he could no longer even scream.

Fluid poured without pause from the gaped aperture. With Silas’s cock already stuffing the passage and Adrian’s fingers forcing their way alongside it, Lucian’s cunt was stretched to its absolute physical limit.

Adrian’s palm was soaked in the thick, steaming secretion pouring from Lucian. Smearing the slick fluid thoroughly over his own thick shaft, Adrian hooked his fingers into the rim of Lucian’s cunt and wrenched it open wide.

“Ah… ugh, ungh…!” Lucian groaned in helpless distress.

Lucian shuddered, feebly trying to flinch away from the contact, but Adrian clamped down on the emperor’s thighs and rammed his blunt glans into the overstrained opening.

With a wet, heavy squelch, Lucian’s delicate folds turned inward, dragged along as Adrian’s broad head breached the threshold.

The harsh, ragged gasps of the three men clashed in the sweltering air as their bodies collided. Having surrendered every scrap of self-awareness, Lucian thrashed his head wildly from side to side, spilling a discordant melody of whines and screams.

“No… ah, stop!” Lucian cried out in terror. “My stomach… my stomach is so bloated, it’s going to burst! Ugh, uuugh…!”

Yet an instant later, his eyes rolled back. “Ah, aaaah!” Lucian moaned shamelessly, begging for more. “But it feels too good! Harder, hit me harder…! Ngh, ruin me more! Fuck this filthy bitch to death!”

Answering Lucian’s contradictory plea, Adrian shoved his entire length inward in a single, brutal drive. Stretched to the breaking point, the inner walls were crushed back as Adrian’s massive head lodged alongside Silas.

“Urrgh!” Lucian cried on a strangled shriek.

Lucian strained his neck taut, gasping on a soundless shriek. The moment that agonizing stimulation reached his bladder, pressure surged through his urethra, and a stream of pale yellow urine spurted violently from his meatus. Overcome by unbearable ecstasy, Lucian had lost bladder control yet again.

“Hahaha! What an incorrigible bitch,” Silas jeered. “The emperor of a great empire, unable to tell semen from piss, leaking everywhere like a broken sieve!”

Silas brought his hand down against Lucian’s wet buttocks with a sharp smack. Unlike before, the urine spilled without stopping, washing down Lucian’s thighs in continuous rivulets. Smeared across the groins of all three men, the golden fluid served as a slick lubricant that made their punishing strokes glide with even greater ease.

Like beasts trained together through countless hunts, Silas and Adrian fell into seamless synchronization within Lucian’s depths. Thrusting and withdrawing in unison, the two men moved as a single entity, mercilessly devastating the emperor’s interior.

Sharing the same cramped passage, their heavy shafts ground furiously against Lucian’s inner flesh.

Then, in the same breath, both men aimed their swollen heads squarely at Lucian’s cervix. Delirious and overwhelmed by pleasure, Lucian had let his cervix gape wide, spewing a steady stream of fluids. Seizing that exact opening, Silas and Adrian drove their hips forward in unison.

“Ugh, aaaaagh!” Lucian shrieked, his voice tearing raw as both cocks breached him.

As both monstrous cocks wedged together into Lucian’s womb, his abdomen bulged outward with grotesque deformity. Beneath the taut skin of his lower belly, the distinct, thick silhouettes of the two shafts pressed starkly against the wall, creating an unnatural spectacle.

With his womb thoroughly invaded, Lucian could not draw breath; his tongue hung slack from his lips as hoarse, animalistic rasping wheezed from his throat.

“Hngh… ungh… ah, ah…!” Lucian wheezed, helpless whimpers slipping past his slack lips.

Lucian’s eyes wandered vacantly across the ceiling, drool and secretions trickling down his chin. Crushed by a stifling pressure that felt as though it reached his vital organs, his womb churned by two massive pillars, the emperor was utterly ruined.

“The elasticity of this bitch’s cunt really is something,” Silas remarked. “Remember the last time we played this game with that fellow? He cried so hard before the head was even halfway in, ripping to pieces until he fainted dead away, and we had to drag him back to consciousness.”

Adrian chuckled at Silas’s fond recollection. “Of course I remember,” he agreed with a grin. “That bitch was panting like an animal too, tongue hanging out just like this.”

The depraved banter drifted into Lucian’s ears, but the waves of convulsive pleasure coursing through him made coherent speech impossible. Skewered and held in place by the two pillars buried deep in his womb, Lucian could only tremble like an aspen in a gale.

Relishing the sight, Silas reached toward Lucian’s engorged, crimson clitoris. He flicked the metal body of the clamp with his fingertip, striking it hard.

“Ugh! Aaaagh!” Lucian screamed as the vibration jolted through him.

As the sharp vibration radiated through his clitoris and into every nerve ending, Lucian’s hips snapped upward. In response, his nipples jutted out like swollen knuckle joints, standing proud and rigid like a female gorged on milk.

The pathetic display earned no mercy. Reaching around from behind, Adrian clamped a heavy hand over Lucian’s chest, grinding his thumb mercilessly into the erect nipple.