The Savage Surrender |🔞
When Naina stumbles through time from 2026 into a savage prehistoric world, she's completely helpless-unable to hunt, survive, or escape the two dominant tribal warriors who claim her as their own.
Katan's hands are rough and commanding, teaching her body pleasures she never knew existed, while Rahn's wild hunger leaves her breathless and trembling beneath the firelight.
They don't ask-they take, possess, and worship her with primal intensity.
"Ohh... oh god..." My breath hitched, voice barely audible.
"De meri randi... nikaal." (Give my slut... squeeze it out.) Rahn growled as milk sprayed in thin streams, soaking his fingers, running down my sides into the furs beneath me. My back arched involuntarily. A sharp gasp escaped my lips.
"Ahhh!"He grunted with satisfaction. His mouth latched onto my right nipple and sucked-hard, greedy, pulling.
The sensation shot through me like lightning."Aaahhh! Oh-oh fuck-" The words came out broken, desperate. My fingers clawed at the furs beneath katan's grip. My hips bucked. "Mmmnngh!"
Rahn sucked harder. I felt each pull deep in my core, felt my body releasing more milk, felt his throat working as he swallowed. He made sounds-guttural, animal sounds of satisfaction-while his hands never stopped kneading, squeezing, forcing more out.
"Ohhhh god... please... please..." I didn't know what I was begging for anymore.
"Mujhe bhi chakna hain."
(I wanna taste it too.)
Katan's voice was flat, cold. He shifted, releasing one of my wrists to grab my other breast, thumb pressing into the flesh.
"Ek taraf tu, ek taraf main." (One side you, one side me.)
Rahn pulled off with a wet pop, milk dripping from his chin. They positioned themselves on either side of me, their mouths descending simultaneously.
"AHHHHH!" The scream tore from my throat, echoing off the cave walls. The dual sensation shattered something inside me. Two mouths sucking, pulling, draining. Four hands groping. "Oh god oh god oh god-nnnngh-"
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