Sunny's grip on her shifted.
The moment those three letters passed her lips—N-T-R—he didn't flinch, didn't rage, but the energy inside him changed. Nephis felt it instantly. His arms tightened, his breath slowed, and his cock, still stiff from everything they'd just done, pulsed differently now—not with hunger, but with something colder. Possessiveness. Jealousy.
He didn't speak right away. Just lay there beside her, chest against her back, one hand resting on her thigh, thumb stroking the slick mess still trickling from between her legs.
When he did speak, his voice was low. Not angry. Not quite.
"I get the rest," he muttered. "Being used. Being ruined. Crying through it. I can do that. Want to do that. But the other guy part?"
Nephis's breath caught.
Sunny leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. "That's where you lose me."
She turned her head slightly, silver white hair sticking to the sweat on her cheek. "I didn't say I needed it."
"I know." He kissed her cheek, but his mouth was tight. "Still don't like the idea of someone else's hands on you."
Nephis didn't argue. She didn't apologize either.
He exhaled slowly. "The rest, though…"
His voice deepened. "That? That I can give you."
He moved, shifting her onto her side as he rose to his knees. His cock, still smeared with their last release, glistened in the firelight. He gripped it once, hissed through his teeth, then looked down at her—naked, flushed, spread.
"I can wreck you," he said, voice thick. "Humiliate you. Hurt you just right. But if you want ten cocks, you'll have to wait."
Nephis raised a brow.
"In my first Nightmare, I saw shadow god summon physical tentacles from the shadow" He smirked. "Maybe once I get that power, I will be able to control the shadows too. You'll get your gang-bang." {Reference from 1st Nightmare, Shadows kill the mountain tyrant}
She laughed. Genuinely.
"How many?" she asked, cool and amused.
"I'll fuck you with them."
And with that, he pushed her down into the sand and mounted her from behind, spreading her legs wide with his knees. She was still wet. Still leaking. Still twitching open for him.
He rammed in.
"Ahhh" Nephis cried out, her face pressed into the sand, arms folded under her head. His cock slammed deep, wet and eager, sliding easily into the already stretched heat of her cunt. He grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to arch.
"You're mine," he growled. "No other man touches you."
She moaned, defiant and breathless. "Then make me forget they exist."
And he did.
He pounded into her, hard and relentless, his hips slapping against her ass with bruising force, cum already starting to leak again from the tight seal of her pussy around his shaft. The ground shook under them. Her moans were half-choked sobs, and Sunny—jealous, devoted, furious—fucked her like he meant to erase every fantasy she'd ever had that didn't end with his name in her mouth.