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The air in my cramped attic room is thick with the scent of old parchment and dried herbs—leftovers from the last time I tried (and failed) to brew a potion without setting something on fire. The flickering glow of a single candle casts long, wavering shadows across the wooden beams, the only light cutting through the late-hour darkness. I’m sprawled across my bed, half-buried under a pile of spellbooks, my fingers tracing the faded ink of a summoning circle I’d been studying. The house is quiet, or at least it should be—until the creak of floorboards outside my door shatters the illusion.

I don’t even have time to sit up before the door swings open with a forceful thud, slamming against the wall. Three figures spill into the room, their laughter sharp and mocking. My older sister, Lena, leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her dark curls tumbling over one shoulder. She’s wearing that smug, knowing smirk that’s been the bane of my existence since we were kids. Behind her, Valeria and Sasha—her two closest friends—step inside, their presence swallowing up what little space my room has left.

Valeria is the first to speak, her voice dripping with amusement. “Well, well. Look what we have here.” She’s tall—taller than me by a good few inches—and built like a warrior, her toned arms flexing as she folds them over her chest. Her golden-brown skin glows in the candlelight, the scars along her knuckles catching the flicker. She’s dressed in fitted leather pants and a sleeveless tunic, the kind of outfit that screams I could snap you in half without breaking a sweat. Sasha, on the other hand, is leaner but no less intimidating, her pale blue eyes locking onto me with predatory delight. Her silver-blonde hair is tied back in a tight braid, and the way she cracks her knuckles sends a jolt of unease down my spine.

“Studying again?” Lena drawls, stepping fully into the room. She plops herself onto the edge of my bed, deliberately kicking one of my spellbooks onto the floor. “You know, Tom, if you spent half as much time actually practicing magic as you do hiding up here, maybe you wouldn’t be such a disappointment.”

I clench my jaw, heat rising to my face. “Fuck off, Lena. Not all of us have mom and dad’s favoritism to fall back on.”

Sasha lets out a low, throaty laugh, stepping closer. “Ooooh, someone’s feisty tonight.” She reaches out, plucking the quill from my hand before I can react, twirling it between her fingers. “You always did have a sharp little tongue. Too bad it’s the only sharp thing about you.”

Valeria moves before I can retort, her hand shooting out to grab the front of my tunic. She yanks me forward, and I stumble, my bare feet slipping on the wooden floorboards. “Hey—!” My protest dies in my throat as she spins me around, her arm snaking around my neck in a chokehold that’s just tight enough to make my pulse spike. I can feel the heat of her body pressed against my back, the way her muscles coil like a predator’s.

“Oh, relax,” she purrs, her breath hot against my ear. “We’re just playing.”

Lena watches from the bed, her grin widening. “Go on, girls. Teach my little brother some manners.”

Sasha doesn’t waste a second. She lunges forward, her fingers locking around my wrist before I can even think to pull away. A sharp twist, and suddenly my arm is bent behind my back at an angle that makes my shoulders scream. Valeria’s hold tightens, her forearm pressing against my throat just enough to remind me who’s in control.

“Let go!” I snap, but the words come out strained. I try to wrench free, but Sasha’s grip is iron, her fingers digging into the tender flesh of my inner wrist. She leans in, her lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Or what?” she murmurs. “You’ll cast a spell on us?” Her laughter vibrates against my skin. “Please. You couldn’t even light a candle without singeing your eyebrows off last week.”

Valeria chuckles, her free hand sliding down my chest before gripping my other wrist. Another twist, and suddenly both my arms are trapped behind me, my shoulders burning as she forces them upward. I hiss, my body instinctively arching away from the pressure, but there’s nowhere to go. She’s strong—unnaturally so—and the way she maneuvers me is effortless, like I’m nothing more than a doll in her hands.

“You’re both insufferable,” I grit out, but the words lack their usual bite. My face is flushed, my body betraying me with a traitorous spark of something that isn’t just anger. There’s a thrill in this, a dark, twisted excitement that coils low in my gut, and I hate that I can feel it.

Sasha’s fingers trail down my arm, her touch light but possessive. “Aww, is the little mage getting flustered?”

Before I can retort, Valeria shifts her weight, her thigh pressing between my legs from behind. The sudden pressure sends a jolt through me, my cock twitching in response. Fuck. I try to hide it, but Sasha’s sharp eyes catch the movement, her smirk turning predatory.

“Ohhh, look at that,” she coos, her hand sliding down to cup me through my trousers. I jerk, a strangled sound escaping my throat as she squeezes—just enough to tease. “Seems like someone likes being manhandled.”

“Piss off,” I snarl, but my voice cracks, and Lena’s laughter rings out like a bell.

Valeria’s hold on me tightens, her body pinning mine as she leans in, her lips brushing the back of my neck. “Such a liar,” she murmurs. “Your body doesn’t lie, little mage.”

I try to struggle, but it’s useless. Sasha’s grip on my wrist is unbreakable, and Valeria’s arm around my neck cuts off my air just enough to make my head spin. My pulse roars in my ears, my skin too hot, too sensitive. Every shift of their bodies against mine sends another wave of heat through me, my cock hardening despite my best efforts to will it away.

Sasha’s fingers work at the laces of my trousers, her touch maddeningly slow. “Let’s see how brave you are when we really put you in your place.”

Valeria’s chuckle is dark, triumphant. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

And then—

Pain flares through my elbow as Valeria wrenches my arm upward, her other hand snaking around to grab my wrist. Before I can process what’s happening, she’s twisting, her body moving with practiced precision. My shoulder screams as she forces my arm into an unnatural angle, her thigh pressing against the back of my knee. I stagger, my balance shot, and then I’m on the floor, Valeria’s weight pinning me down as she locks my arm between her legs.

“Tap,” she commands, her voice a velvet threat.

I grit my teeth, refusing, but the pressure is unrelenting. My elbow feels like it’s about to snap, the pain white-hot and searing. “Fuck you,” I gasp, but the words are weak, my body trembling with the effort of resisting.

Sasha crouches beside me, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Such a stubbornlittle thing,” she croons, before her mouth crashes onto mine.

The kiss is brutal, possessive, her teeth nipping at my lower lip before her tongue forces its way inside. I groan into her, my body betraying me as I kiss her back, my hips jerking upward despite the pain. Valeria’s grip on my arm tightens, and I break, my free hand slapping against the floor in surrender.

“Tap!” I choke out, my face burning with humiliation.

Sasha pulls back, her lips glistening, her eyes dark with satisfaction. “Good boy.”

Valeria releases my arm, but before I can even think to move, she’s flipping me onto my stomach, her knee pressing into the small of my back. Her hands grab my wrists, yanking them behind me as she leans down, her breath hot against my ear. “Again.”

And just like that, the cycle starts over.

They take turns after that—Valeria with her devastating armbars, Sasha with her suffocating mounts, their bodies pinning me to the floor as they force submission after submission from me. Every time I think I can fight back, they prove me wrong, their strength and skill leaving me breathless, my body aching in ways that are equal parts pain and pleasure.

By the time they’re done with me, I’m a trembling, sweat-slicked mess, my trousers undone, my cock throbbing and neglected, my pride in tatters. Lena watches the whole thing from the bed, her laughter never fading, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.

Valeria stands, stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied groan. “Well, that was fun.”

Sasha rises beside her, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Same time tomorrow, little mage?”

I glare up at them, my body still humming with the aftershocks of their touch. “Go to hell.”

Lena slides off the bed, sauntering over to ruffle my hair like I’m a child. “Oh, Tom. You have no idea how much worse it can get.” She leans down, her lips brushing my ear. “But don’t worry. We’ll teach you.”

And with that, they leave, the door slamming shut behind them, their laughter echoing down the hall.

I stay there, sprawled on the floor, my chest heaving, my cock still painfully hard, my mind racing with the humiliation—and the need—they’ve left me with.

Fuck.

This is going to be a long night.