Double the "happiness"

"You okay, Gwen?" James whispered, his voice returning to a softer, more familiar tone as he slowly withdrew from her. He reached over to untie the restraints, his hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline.

Gwen stirred beneath him, her eyes quickly sharpened into alertness as she registered the weight of a stranger on top of her and the unfamiliar ache between her thighs.

"What the fuck—" she started, shoving at James's chest as she scrambled upright, the oversized t-shirt twisted around her waist, her cum-slicked thighs pressing together as realization dawned.

"Who are you? What did you—" Her gaze snapped to you, still sprawled on the floor with your hand between your legs, and her expression cycled through shock, betrayal, and fury in the span of a heartbeat.

"You—both of you—what the hell is going on?" You swallowed hard, scrambling for words as James rolled off her with his cock still glistening and half-hard, and you stumbled through the whole desperate, humiliating story—the curse, the deadline, the Frenzy Tabs, the choice to use her as the solution. Gwen's face went from pale to flushed to scarlet, her fists clenching in the sheets as she listened, her breathing ragged with mounting rage.

"So you drugged me," she hissed, her voice trembling with a fury that made you flinch, "and let him fuck me raw while you watched and touched yourself—my own sibling—and you thought that was the plan? That I'd just wake up pregnant and be fine with it?"

James opened his mouth to explain, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture, her eyes narrowing as they flicked between the two of you.

"No. You don't get to talk your way out of this. You want to make someone pregnant so badly? Fine." She grabbed James by the wrist, yanking him toward you with surprising strength, her nails digging into his skin.

"You're going to do the same thing to them—right now, right here, while I watch. You wanted to use me? I get to use you both." She shoved James down onto the bed beside you, her gaze hard and unforgiving.

"Fuck them. Breed them. Give them exactly what you gave me—and don't you dare hold back."

Your mouth opens to protest—to reason, to negotiate, to find some way out of this—but the words come out in a stuttering mess.

"Gwen, wait—this wasn't the plan, I never agreed to—I'm not even supposed to be involved like this, I just needed you to—" She silences you with a look so cold it freezes the protest in your throat.

"You didn't give me a choice either," she says flatly, gesturing at the mess between her thighs as evidence.

"Why should you get one?" James, meanwhile, is already half-hard again, his cock twitching as his eyes travel over you with a hunger that makes your stomach flip.

"Honestly?" he says, shrugging with that infuriating, casual confidence. "It's not the worst deal. The curse needs a pregnancy either way, and if it's you, at least I know that my boyfriend can carry our child."

You sputter—outraged, horrified, but also sickeningly aware of the heat pooling between your legs as Gwen reaches for the pharmacy bag and fishes out another Frenzy Tab, pressing it to your lips with a command that brooks no argument: "Swallow." You do, the bitter coating dissolving on your tongue as Gwen strips you with rough, efficient hands, pulling your shirt over your head and tugging your pants down your hips while James watches, stroking himself to full hardness.

Within minutes the tab hits your system like a wave of liquid fire—every nerve ending lighting up, your nipples tightening to aching peaks, your pussy clenching around nothing as slick coats your inner thighs.

"Look at that," Gwen murmurs, running a finger through the wetness and holding it up to show James.

"She's ready." James doesn't need further invitation. He pins you to the mattress, spreading your thighs wide with his hands, and lines up the fat head of his cock with your entrance, pushing in inch by agonizing inch as you gasp and arch beneath him. He's bigger than you imagined, thicker, and the stretch borders on pain before the Frenzy Tab's effects turn it into overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans, bottoming out with a grunt that sends vibrations through your chest.

"Gonna enjoy breeding this one." Gwen settles beside you both, her expression sharp and vindictive, one hand gripping your jaw to keep your eyes on her as James begins to thrust—long, deep strokes that punch the breath from your lungs with each impact.

"How does it feel?" she asks, her voice mocking.

"Being used like you used me?"

You can't answer, can only moan as James picks up speed, his hips snapping against yours with a brutal rhythm, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that makes your vision blur. He bends your knees to your chest, folding you in half, and pounds into you with renewed vigor, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, the obscene sound of wet skin on skin filling the room.

"That's it," he pants, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest.

"Gonna fill you up, gonna make sure it takes."

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, your walls clamping down hard around him as you scream into the pillow, and he fucks you straight through it, chasing his own release until he buries himself to the hilt and groans long and low, his cock pulsing as rope after rope of hot cum floods your insides. He doesn't pull out—just holds himself deep, letting every drop settle against your cervix as Gwen watches with narrowed, satisfied eyes.

"Again," she commands, and James, still hard, begins to move once more.