48. Matilda
48
MATILDA
The darkness inside me writhes agitatedly, awakened by the depraved act we are engaging in. It sends shivers of delight down my spine, feeding off the pleasure coursing through my veins. The room feels smaller, hotter, as if it were closing in on us, trapping us in this twisted nirvana. My senses are heightened, every sound amplified, every scent more potent.
This is what I was made for: to be claimed by these monstrous men and their insatiable lust.
Draven’s grip on my hips tightens, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approaches his climax. His demonic growl fills the air as he plunges one last time into my pussy, his cum spilling inside my already-drenched pussy.
“That’s it, petal. You want this, don’t you? You love having three of us ravaging all your holes.”
I nod frantically, unable to form words as waves of pleasure crash over me. My body shakes, overwhelmed by the sensations and the dark magick roaring through me.
“Say it,” Draven growls, his eyes blazing with possessive hunger. “Tell us you’re ours.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp out. “All of yours. Only yours.”
The words seem to ignite something primal in all of them.
“Good girl,” Vex purrs, running his hand down my sweat-slicked back. “Such a perfect little witch for us.”
I shiver at his touch, my body still hyper-sensitive. The darkness inside me beats in time with my racing heart, begging for more.
Draven slowly pulls out of me, his cock still hard. I whimper at the loss, feeling empty without them inside me. But before I can protest, Vex is there, flipping me onto my back.
“My turn again,” he growls, positioning himself between my legs. “I need to feel that tight little cunt of yours.”
He slams into me without warning, and I cry out, arching off the bed. The mix of pleasure and pain is exquisite. I close my eyes and then feel something cold between my breasts. I look down to see that Vex has placed the flat side of a magickal athame to my skin. He withdraws his cock, and I cry out, needing him back again.
He doesn’t say anything. He moves the blade over my skin towards my stomach before he turns it over, so the sharp edge is digging into me. He drags the blade down, pressing harder so that he draws blood.
I gasp as the white hot burn shoots through me. The sharp edge of the athame slices a thin line down my stomach, beads of blood welling up in its wake. The pain mingles with the lingering pleasure, creating a heady swirl of sensation that makes my head spin.
Vex’s eyes are dark with lust and something more dangerous as he watches the blood trickle down my skin. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down to lick a droplet from my navel. The touch of his tongue sends shivers through me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathy and unsteady.
He looks up at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Marking you, little witch. Making you ours in every way possible.”
The darkness inside me vibrates with approval, urging me to embrace this twisted ritual. I should be afraid, should protest this violation of my body. But I crave it.
Vex traces intricate patterns on my skin with the blade, each cut precise and deliberate, making me moan. The pain is sharp but fleeting, quickly replaced by a burning pleasure that spreads through my veins like liquid fire. Luc can’t resist the taste of my blood and moves closer again, lowering his head to swipe his tongue over the delicate cuts.
Vex leaves Luc to clean up his work, and he flips the athame over, so he is gripping the blade. Then he thrusts the handle into my pussy. I grunt at the solid invasion when he thrusts it in and out, covering the handle with cum.
The cold metal of the athame handle contrasts sharply with the heat of my core, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Vex’s blue eyes are dark and hungry as he works the ritual blade in and out of me, coating it in our essence.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Take it all, Matilda. Let us mark you inside and out.”
Luc laps at the cuts on my stomach, the sting of his tongue on the fresh wounds mingling with the pleasure building inside me. Draven watches with hooded eyes, his hand lazily stroking his cock.
The darkness inside me swells, feeding off the debauchery of the act. This is more than sex. It’s a claiming, a ritual that binds me to these three men in ways I don’t fully understand. Part of me wants to resist, to pull away from the intensity of it. But a larger part needs it, craves it like air.
Vex withdraws the athame suddenly, leaving me feeling achingly empty. He brings the handle to his lips, licking the cum from the ornate metal. “Perfect,” he murmurs. “Now for the final touch.”
He returns the blade to my skin, this time further up my chest, just above my breasts. I gasp as he quickly inscribes something into my skin before he grabs Draven’s wrist and cuts into him. Then Luc. The brothers’ blood runs black onto my skin, and I shudder as I watch Vex carve something into his own wrist.
“Tethered by blood,” he murmurs. “Our life is your life. Your life is ours. The ritual is complete.”
“Ritual…” I mutter.
“You are ours now, Matilda. Ours for eternity.”
“Yes,” I purr as Vex slams his cock into me again.
He pounds me into the bed, and I come quickly, clamping down around his cock as he roars through his climax, his cock pumping out so much cum that it gushes back out. He withdraws and buries his fingers into my pussy, coating them. He withdraws and pushes them into my mouth. “Taste us, Matilda. Taste all of us.”
I lick his fingers clean, purring with satisfaction as the magick inside me reaches fever pitch. It explodes outwards, throwing the men away from me to scatter around the room, but I know they are okay.
I can feel them all engraved into my soul now.