The word 'whore' hurt. She wasn't a whore. She was a man. A future mage. Better than these three men by far. On the other hand, she reflected as her instincts drove her to grind he hips onto the the second man's cock, she was acting like a whore. No, a whore got paid. She was acting like some desparate slut. Where all women like this, but had years to learn how to control himself. Or was there magic involved?<br/><br/>When the fingers stopped trying to probe her asshole, Arran felt a moments relief, that was almost instantly washed away by something much larger forcing instead into her.<br/><br/>"Fucking cocksucker!" She swore, leaning forward, trying to get away from the anal invader. She wrapped her arms around the man buried in her pussy and hugged herself against him, attempting to escape. The move rested her, still damp, face against his neck, and she bit her lip again to try and hold out against the mix of pain and pleasure.