The words stung, but Jun ignored them. All that mattered was the chance to be close to Chii, even if it meant being their plaything. He continued to crawl towards them, his movements slow and clumsy, until he was close enough to feel the heat radiating off of Chii's body.

With trembling hands, he reached out and lightly touched Chii's leg through their pants. "P-Please..." he repeated, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own heart racing in his ears.

The permission was all Jun needed. His hands began to move over Chii's body with increasing confidence, tracing patterns on their skin through the thin fabric of their clothes. He focused his attention on Chii's breasts, circling around them and squeezing gently before moving lower, skimming across their flat stomach and towards their crotch.

"Mmm..." Chii purred, closing their eyes and tilting their head back against the bookshelf. "That's it... just like that..."

The bed creaks beneath them as Jun moans long and loud, his hips bucking up off the mattress in time with fumi's movements. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, every thrust of their tongue sending shudders through him. Finally, his world explodes in a haze of white-hot pleasure as he comes, his voice echoing around the room as he releases into fumi's mouth.

As the last tremors subside, Jun opens his eyes to find fumi watching him intently, their expression unreadable. For a moment, there's an almost palpable tension between them; then, slowly but surely, it begins to dissipate as they both sink back into the bed, spent and satisfied.

Jun reaches out, tracing a finger along fumi's jaw before brushing their hair away from their face. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, his voice still shaking with emotion. "

Shaking with fear and desire, Jun obeys, spreading his legs wide open for Mack. The cold tiles against his sensitive skin make him shiver, but the thought of what might come next makes him even more aroused. He closes his eyes tightly, biting down on his lip as he waits for Mack's touch.

"Such a slut," Mack breathes roughly, fingers skimming over Jun's exposed entrance, teasing and taunting him mercilessly before finally dipping inside. "So wet..."

A choked moan escapes from Jun's throat as Mack begins to finger him roughly, thrusting in and out with brutal force. He feels like he can't breathe, his whole body trembling with need and desire. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, arching his back as Mack continues to take him apart from the inside.

"You want more?" Mack asks, voice dark and demanding.

Emilia smirks down at him, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and trembling body. With a satisfied smile, she releases one of his breasts from her grip and moves lower, planting a kiss on his soft, feminine belly button before moving even lower still.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Emilia says, her voice husky with desire as she tongues out his now smooth slit, wetting it in preparation for what she has planned next.

His hips jerk forward involuntarily at the touch of Emilia's tongue against his newly sensitive flesh. He moans softly, feeling a mixture of pleasure and shame coursing through him as he realizes that she has complete control over every aspect of his body.

"Mmm," Emilia hums, her fingers finding purchase on his aching clit as she begins to tease and stroke it expertly. "You're so wet already."

P-please... p-please... i-I can't... sobs

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I screamed and cried as you forced yourself between my ass cheeks sniffles... P-please, n-no more... h-how much m-more c-can y-you t-take?!

**Paragraph 4 - Pan's Perspective**

The sensation pushes him over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, he releases himself deep inside her, painting her insides with his seed. They lie there for several long moments, catching their breath, their hearts racing against each other's chests.

With a relieved laugh, Jun rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He can't help but smile, feeling an odd mix of contentment and excitement coursing through him. And as Sarah nestles into his side, her hand trailing lazily across his chest, he knows that this is where he belongs. With her. Forever.