46. Matilda
46
MATILDA
My head spins as waves of pleasure crash over me. The three men surrounding me work together, their touches igniting every nerve ending in my body. Draven’s tongue on my clit sends shockwaves through me while his fingers thrust deep inside. Vex’s kiss is hungry and demanding, stealing my breath away as his hand tightens on my throat. Luc’s teeth graze my neck, sending tingles down my spine.
I’m drowning in sensation, lost in a haze of lust and magick. Their power pulses around me, mingling with mine in a dizzying whirlwind. I can feel the bonds between us strengthening with each touch, each kiss, each moan.
“More,” I gasp as Vex finally breaks the kiss. “Please, I need more.”
Luc chuckles darkly against my skin. “Oh, we’re just getting started, little witch.” Then, he does something extremely unexpected.
He bites me.
“Ah!” I cry out, and the pain clashes with the pleasure the other two men are giving me.
He sucks my blood, drinking it with a feral growl that makes my soul quiver and long to be pulled into the afterlife.
“Fuck,” Draven mutters through a haze of pure desire. I feel his icy hands on me as he rises and his low grunt as Luc, lost in the bloodlust of his Devil side, guzzles back my blood like it’s life-saving nectar.
“Stop, Luc,” Draven grunts. “You’re killing her.”
Is he? I don’t even care right now. My nipples are aching, and my pussy floods with my cum as I climax so hard I surprise myself.
Vex’s hand tightens on my throat, cutting off my cry as the orgasm rips through me. My legs tremble, and I would collapse if not for the three men holding me up.
Luc finally tears his mouth away from my neck with a rasp and pulls my head to the side so I can see him. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with possessiveness and bloodlust. He licks his lips, savouring the last drops of my blood. “Fuck,” he growls. “You taste like pure magick.” His body trembles as my blood settles inside him. “What a fucking power boost.”
“You nearly fucking killed her,” Draven growls.
“That’s why you’re here, though, isn’t it? To protect her?” Luc asks with an edge.
“I did protect her,” he grunts and stumbles back. “But it’s…” He places his hand over his chest. “Her soul…”
“What is it?” Vex asks, suddenly serious.
“I don’t know. It’s not normal.”
“So I’m abnormal?” I pant, still shaking from the orgasm.
“In a soul sense, yes,” Draven says, looking at me with an expression of awe and something else. I want to say fear, but it’s gone before I can be sure.
“Can we talk about this later?” Luc asks. “My cock is about to burst.”
He grabs my hand and leads me to the bed, laying me down and spreading me out. Vex joins him, using those magickal tethers to hold me in place, by my wrists and ankles. I squirm as Luc’s stare goes dark. Really dark.
“Wait,” Draven says, stumbling to the bed.
“Can you keep her safe?” Luc asks bluntly, eyes on me, his Incubus waves hitting me with full force. The orgasm builds again just from his smouldering stare.
“Yes, but?—”
“But nothing,” he says and moves between my legs, removing his clothes with his magick to reveal a cock that is definitely living up to the others in the room.
He drops his head and sucks my clit into his mouth. “Fuck, sweet witch. You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growls and buries his face closer to my pussy, gripping my thighs as he devours me.
Again, I feel that tug on my soul until Draven’s cold hands come to rest on me. He cups my breasts lightly, saving my soul with his Necromancy at the same time as he adds to the pleasure. Vex kneels next to me and leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries. His hand wraps around my throat again, applying just enough pressure to make my head spin. He slides his hand around to cup the back of my neck and lifts my head so he can shove his cock in my mouth. I hear Luc’s muffled protest, but I take Vex in as far as he can go, deep throating him and wrapping my tongue around him. This is nothing like Stryker’s violation. This is everything.
I moan around Vex’s cock as Luc’s tongue works my clit. The sensations of Vex thrusting into my mouth and Luc devouring my pussy have me trembling on the edge of another orgasm. Draven’s cold hands on my breasts send shivers through me, his thumbs circling my nipples as he anchors my soul to… his. I can feel the darkness of death seep into my bones, but it’s not from Luc. It’s from Draven.
I turn my head to look at him, popping my mouth from Vex’s cock.
“It’s okay, petal. Let it flow through you. It will keep you safe.”
Suddenly, I understand what he is doing. He is mimicking the death of my soul, so Luc’s Incubus has nothing to draw on.
I gasp, my gaze on his, as the cold tendrils penetrate my core, and I shiver in response to the wild feeling of being dead but very much alive.
Luc pulls away, and I whimper at the loss. But then I feel the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. He slides in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me deliciously. I gasp as Luc buries himself balls deep.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls. He moves, slowly at first, thrusting deep and withdrawing, building a steady rhythm that has me seeing stars.
Vex strokes himself, his eyes dark with lust as he watches Luc pound into me. Draven’s hands move lower, one settling on my stomach while the other finds my clit.
The combination of Luc’s thrusts, Draven’s fingers on my clit, and Vex’s hungry gaze pushes me over the edge. I come with a scream, my body arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy crash over me. Luc groans as my pussy clenches around him.
“That’s it, my sweet,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “Take all of me.”
Luc’s pace intensifies, his hips slamming against mine. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound mingling with our moans and grunts. Draven rubs my clit slowly, prolonging my orgasm and pushing me towards another.
Vex moves closer, his cock inches from my face. Without hesitation, I turn my head and take him into my mouth again. He hisses in pleasure, his hand tangling in my hair as he guides my movements.
The room is thick with the scent of sex and magick. I can feel our powers intertwining, creating something new and intoxicating. Something dark, something that makes my blood run cooler. It’s dangerous. It’s frightening.
Draven’s Death magick seeps through me, keeping me tethered to his soul.
Luc’s thrusts become erratic. “Fuck,” he groans. His eyes lock with mine, burning with an intensity that makes me shiver. “Come with me, my sweet. Let me feel you claiming my cock as yours. No other.”
My body responds to the possessiveness, and another orgasm crashes over me, more powerful than the last. I cry out around Vex’s cock, my body convulsing almost painfully. Luc roars as he follows me over the edge, his hips slamming against mine as he unloads inside me.
Vex fucks my mouth harder, faster. “Fuck,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine. With a deep grunt, he shoots his load down my throat, and I swallow every last drop.
I become more aware of the magick swirling around us. It’s dark and potent, a mix of necromancy, demonic energy, and something wild that I can only assume is my own awakening power. The air feels thick with it, almost oppressive.
Draven’s cold hands move slightly, and I feel him withdraw ever so slowly from my soul.
Luc pulls out of me, his eyes still dark with lust and possessiveness that thrills me. He leans down to place a surprisingly gentle kiss on my lips. “Mine,” he murmurs. “Ours. Do you understand, Matilda? No one will ever have you again except for us. That warlock’s time is running out. I will make his death painful and drawn out.”
I gulp back my emotions at the sentiment. Luc’s eyes flash red, and his wings unfurl from his back, showing me the Devil side of him, like I saw in my nightmare. “This is what protects you, sweet witch,” he growls, sounding like gravel in a blender. “You are untouchable.”
I nod, not being able to speak because my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth, it has gone that dry. He moves away and shifts back to his human form. He climbs off the bed and crosses over to the window. He likes it there. I guess the view is better than whatever you see in Hell.
Draven breathes out a sigh of relief as he slowly takes his hands off me. He drops his mouth to mine and kisses me. The Kiss of Death.