Liv lets the ritual's pulse claim her mind

"What are you doing?!" Liv asked her friends in a hushed whisper, urgently begging for a response that she already knew. It was plain as day why the two were so thoroughly wrapped up in one another. Liv herself would be as well, if it weren't for her sheer tenacity.

She could feel the pulses of lustful energy rippling through the air, washing over her again and again, and she bit her lip as she watched the other two Bravos. A twinge jealousy ran through her, but Liv knew she needed to focus, especially down here in the middle of some ancient dungeon. Something was wrong, and the other two weren't about to break out of it on their own, so-- as usual-- it was up to her to be the strong, focused one and pull them through.

A pair of sturdy hands on her shoulder stopped Liv's thoughts entirely.

She looked up and was struck with terror, but also with an unrelenting undertone of excitement as she looked up to see the two massive Alsa brothers staring down at her, their naked bodies exposed to her suddenly lust filled gaze. Broad torsos and hairy chests, firm muscles and thick beards--they were exactly Liv's type, and the thick cocks between their legs standing at full attention seemed to indicate that the feeling was mutual.

"I... I don't..." Liv tried to speak, but her words caught in her, her tongue tripping over itself in her excitement.

They weren't even doing anything to her, just standing there watching with calm and passive eyes, but Liv felt as though they had her captured deep in some sort of trance. As if in a dream, Liv found herself climbing to her feet and turning to face the men. She stepped forward, slipping between the two, a hand tracing against the chest of the brother in front of her as they both turned to sandwich her between their powerful bodies.

A hazy thought in the back of her brain told her that this was wrong, that she needed to fight back and get her friends out of here, but most of her mind was already latched onto the sensation of their cocks pressing against her body. Rigid and proportionate to their own massive forms, one cock pressed against her soft stomach, while the other prodded into her back.

While they stood there, still and stoic as statues, Liv leaned forward, pressing her breasts against the strong chest of the man in front of her and presenting her ass to the one behind.