23. Kiera
Chapter 23
Kiera
T here is a saying to the Nezeracians that wander the Hinterlands that refers to the moment a man and woman reach their pleasure. It’s something that I hadn’t learned until well after I’d been taken from the place that even Gods refused to go. They call finding the painful pleasure of release in climax ‘little death’ and it isn’t until this moment that I truly understand why.
Death is truly a sweet sacrifice for the living.
Three pairs of hands descend upon my flesh. Stroking, roving, moving. It’s not enough and the bastards know it. They’re driving me to the brink, edging me up towards a cliffside dive that is sure to kill me and I can’t help but react with the desperation of an animalistic being. Scratching, clawing, begging in whimpers and harsh jerks of my demanding hips.
Ruen is beneath me, the thickness of his length spearing up into me, rocking gently. I don’t fucking want gentle. I want hard and rough. I want to feel like I’m alive.
Twin hands on my back push me forward, forcing me to bend over Ruen’s frame. The lack of thrusting is killing me. The lack of friction will dig my grave. My breasts hang over Ruen’s face and thankfully, blessedly, he takes the opportunity to suck one into his mouth. Lips, tongue, and teeth tease the turgid peak.
A cry is squeezed from me as my hair is gathered up and held aloft in a fist. I glance up as Theos steps up to the end of the table and turns my face to his crotch. His cock stands, tall and proud, with a bead of white cream oozing from the slit in the head. I lick my lips and before he can pull me forward, I’m already leaning towards it.
Stroking up the underside of his throbbing shaft, I taste the salt from his skin. One hip is coated in a gray ashy residue, a shadow on his otherwise perfect flesh. Taking the head between my lips, I lave at the slit there, earning more of that liquid gold. With a groan, I suck, taking him down, down, down further until he bumps against the back of my throat and billows out my cheeks.
My insides tighten around the massive cock inside me and I feel impossibly full, as if there isn’t anything else that could fit into me.
A dangerous thought, I realize a moment later, as the hands on my back move to my ass. Lifting and spreading my cheeks until I know he’s staring at the hole there. I should be ashamed. Embarrassment should swamp me at the knowledge, especially when I feel a finger delve into that dark place and swirl around it.
Somehow, though, all negative feelings have been stolen into the night. Whether it be the drink or the scent of fruit and ash in the air, I can’t bring myself to care.
Tight to the point of pain, I pant around Theos’ cock so hard that he withdraws himself from my lips to give me more room to breathe. The vein running up the side of his cock throbs despite his consideration and my tongue flicks out, lapping at his head, sucking down the precum on the tip. A deep, dark chuckle echoes at my spine. Kalix isn’t so gentle. He won’t stop.
A second finger joins the first and I arch up, crying out. Theos continues to hold my hair even as a third is inserted into a place that should never be penetrated. Ruen’s grip on my hips becomes punishing as he holds me in place. I squirm, trying to break free. Three fingers surge into my ass, back and forth.
“She’s too fucking tight,” Ruen growls out, offering the warning to Kalix.
“She can take it.” Kalix’s reply is almost a taunt at my back. Hissing out a breath through my teeth, I bite back a curse and look back over my shoulder.
Jade green eyes stare back at me, penetrating through the haze of lust and fire in my veins. He withdraws his fingers much to my relief, but almost as soon as they’re breaching the opening of my asshole, they’re thrusting back inside. My lips part, but no sound escapes.
Pain stretches me taut like a bow before smoothing outward, turning into warmth and something far more than agony.
“Oil,” Theos grunts. I don’t know if he’s requesting or suggesting, but he finally releases my hair and my head falls, my forehead pressing into Ruen’s sternum as Kalix continues to assault my ass. “Use the fucking oil.”
I’m too insane to really understand them. What would oil do? Would it make this sensation feel better? Would it stop the pain?
I shake my head. “I-I can take it,” I say aloud. Pain is nothing. I can take pain. I just need him closer. I need them all closer. I need them to take me until all I am is theirs.
Theos ignores my words as he disappears behind me to where I can’t see. Ruen cups my face between his palms and lifts me so that my eyes are forced to meet his. “Look at me,” he murmurs lightly.
He must know that I’m struggling because his hips have stopped rubbing against me. He sits, his cock resting inside my body as if it’s the perfect sheath to his sword and could stay here for eternity. I lick my suddenly dry lips and am about to respond when Kalix shoves his fingers forward again, fucking into my ass with dry friction that burns and stings.
“Fuck!” I scream, arching up. Then, blessedly, something wet soothes over Kalix’s fingers and slides into my hole.
Slicking the ease of his intrusion, the pain doesn’t immediately dissolve, but it eases substantially. The next time Kalix withdraws and thrusts his hand against me, sparks sizzle down my spine. With the sharpness waning, I’m left open to feel the stretch of my inner muscles as he curls his fingers and strokes between the walls of my ass.
Beneath me, Ruen jumps and curses. He’s feeling Kalix’s fingers against his cock through the thin layer that separates them, I realize. Oh… Gods…
The fingers continue their ministrations for what feels like forever until they actually stop. Theos moves back to my face, lifting my chin as he gathers my hair into his fist again. He smells like something—candle wax? Or… he’d said oil. It’s a little floral, but more than anything it simply smells like smoke and fire.
“Open your mouth for me, Dea,” Theos murmurs. “You’re going to need something to muffle the screams.”
Screams? I don’t have a second to ask what he means as the hard head of a cock is at my ass and I’m shoved forward. My mouth engulfs Theos’ cock head and halfway down his length as Kalix’s shaft surges into me.
All around me, masculine groans of pleasure echo, filling my ears. There’s no more room for breath or thought. All I know is sensation and pleasure and pain. I groan as more of Theos’ wetness oozes from his cock and down my throat. I lick the underside of his cock and suckle at his head each time he withdraws. He never truly leaves me but pulls himself to my lips to give me enough space to drag in breath. As I gasp he strokes his head back and forth across my lips before guiding himself back into my mouth, across my tongue until I swear I’m going to swallow all of him straight down my throat.
Tears prick the corners of my eyes and glide down my cheeks. Below, I can feel Ruen and Kalix—their cocks moving together in an off-kilter synchronization. Where one withdraws, the other thrusts forward so that I’m never left without a cock somewhere inside me. While Kalix is rougher and harder and meaner, taking my previously virgin ass with harsh strokes, Ruen is somewhere between his brothers. Neither as soft as Theos, but not nearly as cruel as Kalix, he fucks me with harsh curses and violent need.
My pussy squeezes around Ruen’s length at the same time as my ass clutches onto Kalix’s retreating form. Psychopath that he is, Kalix can only laugh. “You like my cock in your ass, little liar?” he asks, one hand moving between our bodies as he grips one of my thighs and lifts it up. “Shall I get deeper?” The question is obviously rhetorical, but he keeps going anyway even as his words dip into a snake-like hiss. “Shall I see how much you can take?”
The angle sends both him and Ruen deeper into me, eliciting a long moan from my throat that’s muffled by Theos’ penetration. I sense rather than see Kalix move up onto the platform, a hairy male leg planting next to Ruen’s as he lifts and drags my thigh up and over his.
Wetness slicks down the inside of my thighs. Heat burns a path through my chest. I glance up at Theos, not sure what I expect to find from him. Relief, maybe? It’s not what I get. His hand clenches tighter against my scalp, the pull of my hair lighting up little sparks that dance along my skin.
With his head thrown back and his body straining, his neck and shoulders bulge with muscle as his abdomen ripples in front of me. He slams himself into my mouth again and again. Low groans rise up. The sound of wet slapping sounds are all I can hear. Theos grips the base of his cock and thrusts into my mouth, using my lips like a cunt with harsh lunges that choke me.
When he comes, his whole body locks up tight and the hand in my hair pushes down so that my nose is forced against his groin. I hardly taste the salt and musk of his cream as it shoots straight down my throat and into my stomach.
Kalix and Ruen continue to fuck me as Theos is forced to withdraw his softening erection, his gold eyes glittering with some unnamed emotion. My lips remain open as Kalix takes the opportunity to bottom out inside my ass at the same time as Ruen, disrupting their earlier rhythm. I cry out, the sound lost to the skies as now that Theos has found his release, both Kalix and Ruen go harder than ever. My body is jolted between them. I scratch and claw, searching for something to hold myself down with, but ultimately, I am at their whims.
A thumb presses into the seam of my cunt, right above where my body meets Ruen’s. Jerking my head down, I release a low, pleading whimper at the sight of Theos’ fingers between mine and his brother’s bodies. He’s moved to the side of us and if he cares that he’s close to his own blood’s dicks, he doesn’t show it. Those sunrise eyes are on me and me alone as he rubs the crest of my sex, circling my clit with sure and strong movements.
The tidal wave of my own release rises, higher and higher until I can’t see the ground anymore. I can’t see anything anymore. All I can do is feel.
Ruen pumps his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my cunt in long, methodical motions. Whereas, behind me, Kalix is thrusting into me like a madman. One second passes. Two. By the third, my eyes flutter shut and I arch up into both of the men fucking me, taking their pleasure from my body in a way no one else has.
In this moment, there is no fear. No Gods. No betrayal. No sorrow. No remorse.
Around and around on my clit, Theos’ touch never stops, not even when his fingers inadvertently brush against Ruen’s cock as it fucks into my cunt. I’m grateful, because were he to stop now, I’d have no other choice but to kill them all.
Ruen comes next, his cock shoving into me as he stills, his fingers spasming on my sides. There are so many hands and body parts touching me that I’m not even truly aware that he’s found his release until he sags against the stone platform and his cock begins to soften inside my core.
A whimper of displeasure escapes. “No.” I lean down and bite his chest, sinking my teeth into his flesh until, with a grunt, he reaches up and rips me away with a hand in my hair. “I need… I need…” I can’t get the words out.
I don’t have to, it seems, as Kalix’s unhinged laughter sounds behind me. Gripping me by my waist, he yanks me off Ruen’s body and away from Theos’ fingers. He stands with me right next to the stone platform. His arms hook under my thighs and hold me suspended with my ass on his cock. With a surprised noise, I reach up and grasp at his neck as the ground sways under me.
He’s so deep inside me that it should be all I feel. The remains of Ruen’s orgasm make that impossible as they slowly bubble up from my cunt and then slip down to drip beneath us. Kalix bounces me lightly, dragging me up and down his cock and I curse, digging my nails into his nape.
“Don’t you fucking drop me,” I warn him. My head begins to ache, a pounding at my temples crawling into my awareness.
Kalix presses his lips to the side of my face. “Don’t worry, little liar,” he whispers. “I have no intention of letting you get away from me so easily.”
With those words lingering in the air, he finally releases my legs and lets me stand on my own, though he doesn’t withdraw from my backside. Instead, he shoves me forward, bending me half over Ruen as he sits up.
Directing me with his hand in my hair, yanking my head up, Kalix positions my mouth right over Ruen’s lap. “Clean yourself from his cock,” he orders.
Pressing my palms flat against the stone table, I lean up, ready to rip myself free of him. Before I can, however, he grips my ass in one hand and withdraws almost completely from my body before slamming himself inside. I scream, dropping back down where my cheek touches Ruen’s abdomen. Far more gentle now that he’s gotten his own release, Ruen touches my shoulder and then gathers my hair up, holding it out of my face.
“It’s alright,” he says. “I’ll clean up. Just hold on a little longer.”
His words are slightly slurred, and his eyes are drooping, but he’s trying to be kind. Maybe that’s what makes me do it. Not Kalix’s words so much as my own desire to please him, to please them all really.
Reaching for him, I grip his cock at the base and part my lips. Letting my tongue drift out, I lap at the juices running down his shaft, tasting myself on him. It only serves to make me hotter, the fire inside me raging out of control. I suck his cock into my mouth, cleaning him with my tongue as Kalix continues to ravage my asshole. He fucks me hard, jolting my body into Ruen’s several times. By the time I’m finished licking off the last of his release and my juices, Ruen is hard again.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.” The hand in my hair becomes impossible to resist as he fists himself in the other. “Look at me.” I raise my eyes to his, watching him watch me as I get railed by his brother.
Dimly, I’m aware that Theos hasn’t left, but he’s doing something I can only see out of the corner of my eyes and I’m not getting much from it.
“Ruen.” Theos’ voice penetrates as if that was all he needed to say, and Ruen’s grip on my hair eases enough for me to look towards the third Darkhaven. Theos tips my chin up with two fingers and sets a goblet to my lips.
Warm, bubbly liquid descends into my dry and well-fucked throat. I moan in pleasure as I gulp down the contents of the wine. It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Truly, ambrosia of the Gods. The longer I drink, the more fresh wetness seems to drip from my core.
Kalix reaches beneath me, fingers delving between my lower lips as the glide of his cock inside my ass begins to dry. Without hesitation, he gathers it up—my juices as well as Ruen’s cum—and then withdraws from me to slather his cock with the stuff. Theos attempts to pass something over to him, a second goblet, but Ruen yanks it out of his grip with a growl and downs it all in one gulp. Theos simply shakes his head and reaches for another, this time managing to get it across the table and my body to Kalix’s waiting hand.
I expect Kalix to drink the stuff, but he must tip it over because a split second later, there’s a rush of sparkling cool liquid sloshing between my cheeks. I moan, dipping my head down again as I finish my drink and press my forehead to Ruen’s abdomen a second time.
This time, when Kalix’s cock presses into my ass, it’s different. With dizzying speed, he drives me back up the precipice of my own orgasm. The taste of fruit and sunshine lingers on my tongue as I pant, open-mouthed in front of Ruen’s standing cock. He, too, continues to stroke his length and every once in a while, I lap at it, adding a lick here or a suck there.
Theos is the only one who seems done, but perhaps it’s because he’s stopped drinking. He should have more. This wine is surely special, and who knows when we’ll be able to have it again?
My orgasm, when it hits, is a powerful force of fire and brimstone. It's a liquid flame that eats away at my flesh and sanity and creates whole universes in front of my eyes. Invisible universes that I never knew existed wink in and out of existence. Stars. Fire. Pain. Kalix stills inside me and the hot pulse of his cum fills me up, making a moan rise out of my chest.
Something wet splashes against me, on my chest, on my hands, and on the corner of my lips. My tongue moves out to taste it. Ruen’s own release is like bubbles in my mouth. Delicious sweet bubbles.
The glow of my release and the fact that I finally found where I belong lulls me into a slumber that feels more like a true death than any I’ve ever had before until I swear that none of this was real and it was all just a dream. The dream of a girl dying to belong to someone. To many someones.