He slightly regains consciousness

Susan felt the heat first.

A heavy, enveloping heat that seeped into every pore of her skin like thick honey, beginning in the center of her belly and spreading outward in slow, pulsating waves. It was a heat both foreign and her own at the same time, born from some deep place inside her that she didn't recognize, didn't want to recognize. Her consciousness returned in jagged fragments, like shards of broken glass floating to the surface of a dark lake: first the sensation of weight on her body, a living, muscular weight that moved with a steady, deep rhythm; then the sound, a wet, rhythmic slap accompanied by a thud against her pelvis and low growls that resonated in her chest; then the smell, an intense, animalistic musk that filled her lungs with each **** inhalation, mingled with the metallic, salty taste that coated her tongue and the inside of her throat.

Her eyelids trembled. The reddish light of the setting sun, filtering through the cracks in the hut, pierced her eyes like hot blades when she finally managed to open them. The world was blurry at first, green outlines and dancing shadows, but slowly it came into focus. And what she saw hit her like a punch to the gut.

A green man—no, a Gorak—was on top of her, inside her. His huge, scarred body completely covered her, his broad chest pressing against her breasts, the muscles of his arms tensing as he held her wrists immobilized on either side of her head.

His fingers were intertwined with hers in a cruel parody of intimacy, as if they were lovers sharing a tender moment instead of a brutal act of conquest. Gorak's thick, veiny cock penetrated her again and again with deep, savage thrusts, coming almost all the way out before plunging all the way in, hitting a spot inside her that made her treacherous body respond with involuntary spasms, squeezing around the invasion as if it wanted to hold it back.

Susan tried to scream, but only a muffled moan escaped her lips, her throat still raw from his earlier invading tongue, her mouth filled with the sharp, foul taste of Gorak's saliva. Her blue eyes, now wide open and filled with horror, met Kragor's golden ones. He gazed at her with a slow, predatory smile, his prominent fangs gleaming in the reddish light, sweat trickling down his scarred forehead and dripping onto her breasts.

"Welcome, whore," he growled, his deep, husky voice vibrating through his body pressed against hers. "You're finally awake. You're going to feel every inch of what it means to be ours."

Horror washed over her like a cold wave, but beneath it, that treacherous heat burned, amplified now by full awareness. Her body, still under the lingering effects of the poison, responded against her will: her cunt tightening around the invading cock, her hardened nipples brushing against Kragor's green, sweaty chest, her hips barely moving in an instinctive arc that drew him deeper inside. She tried to fight, tried to push him away again, but her wrists remained immobilized, her fingers intertwined in that cruel mockery of union.

Kragor leaned closer, his mouth capturing hers in a possessive, brutal kiss, his extendable tongue plunging back down her throat as he quickened his thrusts, the wet, obscene sound filling the hut. Susan felt hot tears well up in her eyes and trickle down her temples, disappearing into her blond hair spread over the furs. The **** pleasure grew in her belly nonetheless, a hot, shameful knot tightening with each deep stroke, with each graze of that thick cock against places inside her she didn't want touched.

The other Gorak watched from the side, his hand moving slowly over his own erection, his golden eyes gleaming with anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and domination, the heat of their bodies mingling until the hut was a living furnace.

Susan squeezed her eyes shut, trying to disconnect, trying to remember Reed's face, the feel of his supple, gentle hands. But her lover's body kept moving inside her, relentless, claiming her inch by inch, and the treacherous pleasure kept growing, inexorable, until a broken moan escaped her lips against Gorak's invading mouth.

It was the last thing she noticed before the darkness returned.