Chapter 29 Wesson #2
“Please?” Marta asked both of us. Our thoughts had bled together over the last few days that now it was nearly second nature to receive her desperate pleas. I glanced over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Atlas, pushing all thoughts of what would happen after far from my mind.
“Our little witch is needy tonight,” I teased.
“So needy,” he replied.
“Should we indulge her?” I clicked my tongue against my teeth and withdrew my hand from her mouth, lowering it to wrap around her throat, holding her head in place.
“It would be cruel not to,” Atlas said, curling his lips into a devious grin.
He leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers, and I moaned at the sensation on my own lips.
His. Hers. The blend of them together was so wickedly damning, I couldn’t help the shift of my hips against her ass.
My cock brushed along the thin clothing between us, and I dropped my forehead to her crown, sliding my hand along her ribs to her hips.
She bucked against me, rolling her pelvis to increase the contact, and that almost broke me.
Fuck, I wanted this. I wanted this so damned bad, but I also didn’t want to corrupt them any more than I already had.
That demon had shredded my soul, warped it and twisted it, and I couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t hurt them with it.
One night. Have one night. Then that’s it.
A sharp clench tugged at my chest, and Marta glanced over her shoulder at me with furrowed brows.
Perhaps she had felt the yank inside me, or maybe heard my thoughts.
If she did, she didn’t mention it, only rolled so she could cup the back of my neck and bring my mouth to hers.
I lapped at her, tasting both my witch and my brother, and the combination made my cock rock fucking solid.
She pulled back from me and glanced between Atlas and me, seeming to question whether what we’d found in the liminal would follow us outside of it.
Two months ago, this was a line neither of us would consider crossing, but now…
to hell with it. I crashed against him, all teeth and tongue, and he groaned into the contact, the rush of his arousal coursing under my skin.
I wanted him. He wanted me. And we both wanted her.
A thick masculine hand grabbed me between the legs as a softer feminine one grappled with the hem of my shirt, yanking it up so she could claw at my stomach and chest. Her nails sank into my skin, and I moaned as I rolled onto my back.
They descended on me like ravenous beasts, and I couldn’t help myself.
I relished the feel of being under them.
Marta stripped off her tank top and shoved her shorts down to her ankles and off her feet.
Atlas worked on my sweatpants, shucking them down my legs before he settled himself between my thighs.
“Can I sit on your face?” Marta asked.
“Fuck, I might die if you don’t,” I answered, and I had barely thought the words before she straddled my head and lowered her delicious cunt to be devoured.
Tasting her that first time had been heaven, but this was absolute euphoria.
We both moaned at the first swipe of my tongue over her clit, and then a warm, wet mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock, and I bucked off the mattress.
“Oh, such an eager slut for my mouth.” Atlas hummed, kissing along the underside before flicking his tongue over the head.
I gasped, but all I breathed in was Marta’s pussy, and she tunneled her fingers into my hair, gripping and holding me the way she wanted.
I sucked in time with Atlas’s ministrations, each swipe of his vicious tongue sending shock waves through both of us.
Through all of us. So connected were we that we became one body, one bundle of nerves, beckoning to explode.
Marta’s muscles tightened around my head, her nails sinking into my scalp as she threw her head back on her shoulders, riding my face as the crest of her orgasm rose inside her.
I felt it. I sensed it coming. And with the way Atlas stroked my dick, fucking me back into his throat, I didn’t think I could hold out through it.
She let it take her, shouting, “Yes, yes, right there, I love your mouth,” through the bond. It cascaded into me, surging into Atlas, whose throat groaned around its hold on my cock. She gushed on top of me, and I couldn’t help my dirty thoughts.
“So fucking wet. Fucking drenched. Delicious.” I sucked her hard. “Use me. Fuck me. Give me your cum, sweet girl.”
I panted and gripped her thighs, sure I might blow any second. Just before I did, Atlas pulled back and slowed his pumping, laughing as he bit and kissed the inside of my thigh.
“Slow down, little witch,” Atlas said. “You’ve got us both wound tight.”
“I want you,” she said as she climbed off my body and settled near my ribs. “Inside me. Both of you.”
I was ashamed of how much I wanted that, too.
What remained of the monster rattled its cage inside my mind, reaching through the bars to sink its claws into my brain.
I’d thought I’d left it in the liminal. I thought it was the demon all along.
But whatever had seized me that night came with me out of it, and now I didn’t know what to do.
Atlas licked his lips and grinned, pushing up so he could stretch out on top of me and press a salty, wet kiss to my mouth. I wrestled with his tongue, letting him have control, letting him use me as he rubbed his cock against mine.
Fuck, it turned me on. It brought me closer to busting again, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself.
“Come on, little brother,” Atlas said. “Our witch wants us inside her. We’ve got to work her up to it.”
I shuddered at the thought of our cocks inside her at the same time, rubbing up against each other, spilling inside her tight cunt. His cum. My cum. Together.
I took a deep breath and nodded, forcing away my trepidation. Like this, everything could have happened to someone else. When I was with them, I felt complete and whole in a way that scared me. And I would ruin it to keep them safe.
I licked Marta’s nipples while Atlas worked one, then two fingers inside her, using his other thumb to rub over her clit and coax her legs farther apart.
She rocked her hips into him, desperate for more, and I bit her tender flesh to tug, making her squirm and moan.
Her soft skin yielded to the depraved way I handled it, and I moved to the other side, gently kissing the triangle scar over her heart before giving her left nipple the same attention.
“Think you can handle three fingers, baby?” Atlas cooed.
I grinned when she whimpered and moaned an audible, “Yes.”
Unable to stand the separation, I trailed down her body until my fingers joined my brother at her cunt, where I dipped my index finger inside her. Together, we worked her tight hole open, massaging her pleasure centers, reveling in the way we felt it inside us, too.
I could have spent eons fucking her, sliding my fingers against Atlas’s while she writhed and sobbed under us.
But I wanted what she wanted. I wanted something more depraved, more delectably wanton, than anything I’d ever experienced.
Now that she’d dangled it in front of us, I couldn’t wait to sink into it, to let it consume me.
“Are you ready for us, little witch?” Atlas asked, kissing the inside of her knee.
“Yes, please. Yes, more.” She rolled to face Atlas as he moved to her side, and I pushed up behind her, lifting her leg so it balanced over his hip.
“Relax,” I told her as she shivered. I ran a hand along her rib cage and down to her hip, and she preened into the touch, tilting her head back to kiss me.
I devoured her mouth, coaxing it open so I could lick her tongue.
Atlas palmed his cock and stroked before brushing the head along her entrance, gently slipping in with a few timid thrusts.
“Oh,” Marta cried, arching into me. I squeezed her breasts, her hips, her thighs, anywhere I could get my hands to ground her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Atlas said. He leaned in and kissed her neck, lapping up the column of her throat to her jaw and mouth.
The heady scent of pinewood and cherry assaulted me, and the combination of them sent me into a frenzy.
I needed and I yearned and I fucking couldn’t stand it.
How would I ever live like this? How could we expect to keep this from the rest of the coven, the rest of the warriors?
“Get in here, brother. You need to feel her. I have to feel you,” Atlas pleaded, and I rushed to comply.
I grabbed my cock and lined myself up, the velvet heat of him sending a pulse up my spine and down the back of my legs.
She was soaking wet, but that didn’t make it any easier to shove my way inside.
Atlas was steel, and she was soft silk, and I could only hang my head on her shoulder and gasp.
It took a couple of thrusts to get myself halfway in, but Marta clamped down on us, one hand coming to Atlas’s shoulder, the other reaching behind me to grip at my neck.
“It’s so much,” she said, and fuck, I knew.
I felt it like a sledgehammer between my legs, both the tight squeeze of Atlas and me inside her and the pure delirium of my cock rubbing up against his.
Our balls brushed together, and that nearly undid me.
I gripped her hip for leverage to slightly pull out, only to surge back in deeper. Harder. All the way.
Once I was fully seated, Marta moaned and arched into it, pulling in deep inhales and letting out shuddering exhales.
“Fuck, it’s good,” Atlas murmured, kissing her neck.
I rocked against them, finding a rhythm with Atlas’s thrusts so that we were fucking her together, fucking each other, and my grip on reality started to break.
Fire licked through my abdomen, tingling down to my feet and up the back of my spine.
I lavished attention on her shoulder, her neck, that soft spot behind her ear, and then my lips found my brother’s.
I consumed them, too. We licked each other and her and melted into this magnificent, overwhelming bliss.
It went on and on, me fucking them, them fucking me.
Hands and fingers spread everywhere. Atlas’s grip on my hair, my delicate attention to Marta’s clit, her grasp on my wrist and the other hand around his neck.
I caught the green glint in Atlas’s eyes and the sweat trickling down his neck.
I wanted to lick it away. The flush on Marta’s skin reeled me in, rosy and pink and altogether beautiful. We were beautiful like this.
We were magic.
We worked each other into a frenzy, pleasure circling between us like a soundtrack on repeat.
“You like your warriors inside you?” Atlas said when he started to reach his peak. “You like the way we take you at the same time? You want to drain us both, huh? Such a greedy little thing.”
Marta laughed and fucked us harder. “Not as greedy as you. To want both your brother and me? Such gluttony.”
That sent me over the edge. Yes, I did want her and my brother.
Yes, we wanted too much and not enough. And I shouldn’t.
This snarling, vile thing inside me reared its head, and I restrained myself from letting it go, letting it have free rein.
It was easier to keep it contained when I was with them, but even then, it was a dangerous, reckless beast.
I fucked them harder, focusing on how Marta’s cunt tightened around us, her internal muscles quivering with impending release. And when it hit, it ricocheted into both Atlas and me, setting us off. Heat scalded my nerves. Energy bloomed in my gut, something powerful and strangely unique.
“I love you,” she cooed. “I love you both. So fucking much, it hurts.”
“Fuck, I love you, too,” Atlas replied.
I should have said it back, but a blinding light exploded out of us, shaking the furniture in the room and rattling the windows in the frame. Lightning lit up the sky, rolling thunder echoing the booming in my chest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Atlas roared, and I rocked my hips harder, milking the last bit of cum out of both of us. I wanted them to have it all. My brother coated my cock, each hot spray like a balm to my agitated, blistering soul.
We lay connected for a while afterward while I kissed every inch of Marta’s skin and whispered things like, “Such a sweet girl,” and “So perfect for us, perfect for me.” She trailed her hands over Atlas’s chest and twisted them in my hair, hugging both of us closer.
We softened inside of her until we eventually slipped out, and when it was over, truly over, I petted them both until their breathing evened out, both of my beloveds succumbing to deep sleep.
I knew what I had to do, but the knowing did not make it any easier. Marta wouldn’t forgive me for this. Atlas wouldn’t rest until he tracked me down. But deep in my heart, it was the right thing to do.
I’d infected them. I was filthy, dirty, rotten to the soul. I was the one who’d been tainted, and if I stayed with them, I’d drag them down with me. Better to find a place to decay in solitary peace.
After I climbed out of bed and gathered a few necessities, I wrote a quick note telling them not to follow me.
I placed it on the bedside table and stood at the doorway to memorize one last image of them, one last thing to carry with me.
Their hands twisted together. Their legs intertwined under the covers.
Their rising chests as they breathed in tandem.
My heart broke, but I’d never wanted this life. And now that I was stuck with it in ways I’d never imagined, I had to do what was necessary, even if it hurt.
I made my choice, now I live with the consequences.
I blinked back tears, and I left.