Chapter 18 #2
Meanwhile my face is burning now. Despite the chill this October night and being naked under my robe, my body is already overheating.
“Shall we begin?” Crane says, ignoring Brom. “Please step over the circle, Kat.”
They both reach back to take my hands as I step over the salt, careful not to disturb it, and they lead me to the middle beside the candles. Then they let go of my hands and step back.
“Disrobe,” Crane commands me.
I gulp. I undo the robe and let it slide off my shoulders, pooling at the ground. I stand there completely naked and cold, Brom on one side of me, Crane on the other.
“Jesus,” Crane murmurs as he stares at me.
Brom takes in a sharp inhale.
I feel both their eyes coasting all over my body, leaving no spot unseen.
It feels like butterfly wings all over my skin.
Outside the circle, the surrounding trees seem to whisper, their leaves shaking from a breeze that coasts over my body, tightening my nipples and creating goose bumps in its wake.
“Let down your hair,” Crane murmurs to me, his voice already thick with lust. “Every part of you should be free.”
I have my hair pinned into a low bun, so I reach up and take out the pins, tossing them to the side. My long hair tumbles over my shoulders in silken waves, catching the candlelight.
“You’ve always had the most beautiful hair,” Brom whispers, and I blush again.
“Now take off your slippers and lie down on your back on the ground,” Crane says, his hands going to the front of his robe.
I take off my slippers, tossing them to the side, and run my bare foot over the grass. “But it’s cold and damp.”
“You need the earth’s energy to ground you,” he explains with a wave of his hand. “It won’t stay cold for long, I can promise you that.”
I nod, my scalp tingling with what’s about to happen.
This is only the first part, I remind myself. This is the part for your pleasure.
I take in a deep breath.
Get down on my knees, sinking into the cool, wet grass.
Then I lie back, shivering as my body makes contact with the earth.
“Brom, come over here,” Crane says in a low voice.
I lift my head slightly, watching as Brom walks around to where Crane is standing near the base of my feet. Both of them stare down at me, and I’ve never felt more on display in my whole life.
Then Crane says, “Open your legs and show Brom what a pretty cunt you have.”
And now I’ve never felt more on display.
I swallow hard and do as I’m told, widening my legs.
Brom’s breath hitches, his eyes burning, and in both men I notice the bulge at the front of their robes, the fabric twitching over their growing cocks.
“I normally wouldn’t do you the courtesy of asking,” Crane begins, leaning in to Brom, his gaze flicking over his face. “But do you want to make her come first, or should I?”
Brom meets his eyes, glaring at him. “What do you think?”
Crane grabs him by the back of the neck, bringing his face close to his own, his mouth twisted in a sneer. “I think that’s the last time I give you an option.”
Then, with his hand still around Brom’s neck, Crane looks to me. “Do you want Brom to eat out that sweet cunt of yours?”
Do you want that? I want to say.
But I can’t even form words. I just nod.
“He promises to keep his cock to himself,” Crane says, giving Brom a push as he releases him, holding back his robe so that he’s naked. “Get on your knees, pretty boy, and crawl to her. I want our witch sopping wet.”
Brom stumbles to his knees in front of my spread legs, my heart leaping against my ribs as I take in the sight of him, his cock thick and throbbing.
My thighs are starting to shake in anticipation, my nerves on fire, as Brom meets my eyes and crawls forward.
I’ve never had him down there before, never known what his mouth might feel like.
Will he ravage me the same way he kisses me? Will he devour me with his dark energy?
Brom’s gaze stays on mine as he reaches out, wrapping his large, calloused hands around my hips, holding me in place, his head dipping down.
I stare right back at him, feeling the connection between us growing.
There’s something unsaid here, that this is him and this is me and we are stepping into new territory together.
And in this moment, I must trust him.
I give him the slightest nod, because I think that’s what he’s checking in on, to see if I really want this, and I catch the faintest dimple before he dives his head down, his tongue sweeping over my clit with a powerful stroke that makes my head fly back against the ground.
“Hell,” I swear, my back arching up, as he continues to lick at me with the apex of his tongue, his beard scratching the sides of my sensitive skin, adding to the sensation. My eyes flutter closed, surrendering to every second.
“I thought about this moment,” comes Crane’s voice, sounding far away.
“I thought it would eat me alive with jealousy to see him between your legs. And it does make me jealous. I just didn’t know how badly it would affect me.
” I hear Crane let out a slow, shaking breath.
“I want the both of you so much that I can hardly stand it.”
I hear him take off his robe, hear his footsteps as they come closer.
I open my eyes and stare up at the fog above the trees and Crane’s face as he peers down at me, as naked as the rest of us.
“Sweet witch,” he says softly. I hold Crane’s gaze even as Brom’s fingers make a wide V against my skin, separating my folds and stretching me while his tongue flicks my clit harder.
“Oh God,” I say through a choked cry, my eyes falling closed again, and then I feel Crane lying beside me on the grass, his mouth at my ear, breath hot.
“I’m your god, Kat, don’t you forget it,” Crane murmurs, taking my lobe between his teeth and giving it a sharp tug. “I’m your god and he’s your devil.”
Then he’s running his hands over my breasts, his head lowering and licking around the nipple at the same time that Brom is sucking my clit between his lips.
“Oh heavens,” I cry out, my hands going into Brom’s hair now and making fists.
Crane chuckles against my breast, biting my skin hard enough that I cry out, that I see stars, before he soothes the marks with his lips. Then he starts kissing up my chest, licking up my throat with abandon.
“Doesn’t it feel nice to have Brom’s head between your legs?
” he asks, sucking and biting on my neck, making my back bow from the mix of pleasure and pain.
“I know what it feels like, the roughness of his beard on my legs when he’s choking on my cock, when I’m sitting on his face, putting his tongue to good use.
Such a talented tongue he has. Perfect for fucking. ”
He raises his head off my neck, placing a tender kiss on my clavicle. “Look how handsome he is when he’s giving you pleasure.”
At that, I open my eyes and follow Crane’s gaze. Brom lifts his head from between my thighs, his beard glistening in the candlelight, eyes simmering with desire, eyeing the both of us before his mouth ravages me again.
“Look at how he adores you,” Crane breathes in my ear, and I let out a fluttering moan.
“Look at how badly he wants you to come. How badly he wants to come. See his hips moving, he’s so needy and desperate that he’s trying to fuck the grass, trying to get some release.
But he’s not allowed, not yet. He’s saving it all for you. ”
I roll my head to the side to look at Crane beside me on the ground, his body so long and lean, every muscle tense, his cock looking impossibly large and dark.
“And what about you?” I whisper, keeping one hand fisted in Brom’s hair, the other reaching down for Crane’s cock. He inches his hips away, out of reach. “Are you saving it for me too? Or can I make you come now?”
He breaks into a grin that lights up his face, even though his eyes are still heavy with need. “Where did I even find you, my sweet girl? How did I ever get so lucky?”
Then his expression grows somber, his eyes darkening, and I don’t know what he’s thinking, but Brom’s fingers are now stroking circles around my entrance before plunging roughly inside me.
I open my mouth to gasp at the intrusion, and then Crane’s covering mine with his, pulling me into a deep kiss while Brom adds another finger, then another.
Crane moans into my mouth, his tongue fucking me with long, wide strokes, just as Brom does the same to me below with his fingers, and I’m starting to tremble, feeling a heated knot in my belly grow tighter and tighter, being slowly driven mad by mindless need.
“Oh, Kat,” Crane says against my lips, his breath hitching.
He kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping him afloat, but the truth is he’s pulling me down with him.
We’re both sinking into each other. My hands are in Crane’s hair now, holding on, and he’s doing the same to mine, and maybe it’s Brom who’s anchoring us so we don’t slide off into the void together.
“Make her come, pretty boy,” Crane commands as he pulls his mouth away from mine without breaking my gaze.
His eyes are searing, his pupils so wide and black that I feel I’m still falling headfirst into the abyss.
He lets go of my hair and holds my chin between his fingers, his other hand pinching my nipple hard, Brom still licking me over and over again.
“I love you,” Crane whispers to me, voice shaking, and his words, those words, it’s like I can’t breathe and even Brom pauses between my legs for just a moment.
“I love you, Kat,” Crane goes on, impassioned. “And I love him. I love both of you, want both of you, need both of you. I think I’ll die otherwise.”
I feel my chest tighten, like it’s growing too small for my heart, and I can no longer tell if it’s because Brom’s tongue is pushing me to the edge of an orgasm or Crane’s words are pushing me to the edge of love, but I’m ready to submit, I’m ready to surrender to both of them.
And then Brom’s rough mouth pushes me over the edge, and I come like a gunshot.
I open my mouth to scream, but then Crane’s covering my mouth with his and I’m whimpering against his lips, my sounds swallowed.
I’m thrusting my hips up against Brom’s face, my thighs smashing against either side of his head, his beard burning my skin.
The orgasm rolls through me like a herd of horses.
I’m being trampled alive, and I never want it to stop.
“You’re doing so well, Brom,” Crane croons to him. “Look at how hard you’re making her come.”
I moan louder against Crane, and he pulls away, resting his forehead against mine, his hand at my cheek. “And you’re such a good witch,” he says to me, with such affection and tenderness it makes my head spin. “And now it’s my turn.”