Chapter 19 #2
Crane quickly grabs Brom’s hand and snatches it away, twisting it to the side, enough to make Brom grunt in pain. “And as we’re coming, I’m going to recite the lines of a spell to invite the spirits in and take the horseman out. If it doesn’t work, if we have to do it again tonight, we will.”
I feel delirious just listening to this. “But if we invite the spirits in…”
“They can’t stay,” Crane says adamantly. “The three of us will be fused to each other, there won’t be any room inside us. All of our energy will be inside each other.”
“You do realize I’m not a witch,” Brom glowers.
“It’s in your blood, whether you want it to be or not,” Crane says.
“And besides, this should still work even if one of us isn’t magically inclined.
” He places a leveling gaze on me and then back to Brom.
“Do we all understand? Are we all in agreement? Kat, this is your last chance to back out. We can leave it to us just fucking in the woods and that’s that. ”
“As if that’s trivial,” I say under my breath, then I straighten up. “I’m not backing out.”
Crane gives me a quick smile. “Brave girl,” he says. “Bottoms up.”
He uncorks the top of his bottle and drinks the elixir down. Brom and I do the same in unison. Ugh. I can’t help but make a face. It tastes awful, like strong bitters mixed with too much salt, but I manage to swallow it down.
“Now I will officially start the ritual,” Crane says.
He goes around the circle, placing the quartz and selenite crystals at certain intervals, then walks around clockwise and then counterclockwise, chanting something under his breath. Because he’s doing this all naked, with an erection, it looks very primitive indeed.
“The ritual has begun,” he says, tilting his head up to the sky. “The circle may not be broken.”
“When do we know it’s working?” I ask Crane as he comes back and takes the bottles from us and places them beside his bag.
“You’ll know,” he says to me, his brows lowering. “Go to the middle of the circle and get on your hands and knees.”
I swallow hard at his direction, but do as he says.
I go to the middle of the clearing, then drop down to my knees, then my hands, my rear facing them.
I hear Crane whisper something to Brom, and whatever it is sounds detailed and I can’t help but shiver, but whether it’s from anticipation or fear, I can’t tell.
So far, I don’t feel anything from the elixir.
I had hoped it at least had a tranquilizing or calming effect.
I see their shadows cast by candlelight as they walk over to me. Brom goes in front of me, dropping to his knees, his cock right in front of my face, crying tears of arousal. My mouth automatically salivates, and I make a move for it, but then Crane is grabbing my hips tightly.
“Stay still,” he whispers to me. “This will hurt.”
At that warning I freeze, the air hitching in my throat, and Brom reaches down and places his fingers under my chin, making me look up to meet his eyes.
“I’ve got you, Daffy,” he says to me.
Then my back explodes in pain. I cry out as the knife runs between my shoulder blades and down beside my spine, mixing together with a spike of pleasure.
“Look at me, look at me,” Brom commands, his grip tighter on my chin. “Hey, Kat, look at me.”
I manage to open my eyes, wincing hard as the blade continues to run down my back.
“Breathe,” he says to me, his dark eyes piercing. “You’re not breathing, it hurts more when you don’t breathe. You need to breathe. Breathe in. Breathe in. Come on.”
I open my mouth and try to take in a breath, the knife still trailing toward my tailbone, and now I’m gritting my teeth at the pain as it envelops me, and I have to close my eyes again, trying to concentrate on the part of it that feels strangely good.
“I’m sorry,” Crane says softly. “I can’t do this fast or I’ll make a mistake. Almost done. You’re being such a good girl.”
Then he removes the knife from my back, and the pain stops, and my head drops down, my hair flowing over Brom’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Brom swears. “I don’t know how much of this I can take. I could come right in your hair, Kat.”
“You’re going to take as much as I tell you to,” Crane snaps at him. “Pick up your knife and cut your palm.”
I don’t know if it’s the elixir taking effect but suddenly all the pain vanishes. The sharp stinging sensation from the blade is gone, and instead I feel more aroused than ever. I raise my head to look up at Brom as he glides the knife over his palm, blood dripping down onto his cock.
I’m overcome with a most perverted urge, something that seems to come from the darkest, most primal reaches of my soul.
I grab Brom’s cock, holding the hot, velvet length in my hand, then slide it into my mouth, the taste of his arousal mixed with the blood from his palm hitting my tongue and making me moan.
“Fuck!” Brom calls out, his hips jerking his cock deeper into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, Kat.”
“Getting ahead of ourselves?” Crane grumbles, sounding petulant. “At least put your hand on her back.”
Brom leans forward and presses his hand over the cut along my spine, and I feel the hot sticky warmth of his blood mixing with mine.
It doesn’t hurt anymore, instead it feels like I’m stepping into a hot bath, made all the better by his beautiful dick in my mouth.
I feel like I’m transforming, turning into an animal that only has mindless sex on her mind, who wants to be utterly defiled by these two powerful and virile men.
Then I feel Crane’s hand do the same, sliding down my spine, and then he’s nudging my legs apart with his knee and I feel the kiss of his cock at my entrance.
“Still wet,” he rasps. “That’s my girl.”
With this angle Crane feels so large and wide that I brace myself, sucking harder on Brom as Crane shoves in an inch.
I let out a choked cry, and their hands are everywhere—Brom’s gathering my hair in his fist, his other hand smoothing down my back, Crane’s hand coasting up my back to meet Brom’s, his other a bruising grip on my hips.
“Jesus, you’re too tight,” Crane manages to eke out, making slow progress until finally he forces himself in to the hilt. “Your cunt is trying to kill me, darling. Fuck.”
I can’t even respond. I truly feel like a vessel for their seed tonight, being penetrated on both ends, and my body seems to grow mad with the desire for more. More of them, more of this, more of us. I want them to unleash inside me, fill me up until I’m drowning in it.
“Look at her, Brom,” Crane muses through a ragged groan. “Look at our desperate, greedy little witch. Have you ever seen someone so hungry for our cocks? God, Kat, you’re taking us both so well.”
Brom only grunts, his hips pushing in harder and faster as he holds my head in place.
“She might even suck your cock better than you suck mine,” Crane says, his own hips slamming against me harder, driving deeper with each thrust until his thick crown starts pressing on some place inside me, a spot that makes me want to explode.
“You’re growing even wetter by the second, sweetheart, you’re dripping on the ground, and I’ve barely even touched you. ”
I groan over Brom’s length, which causes another hiss from him, his fist tightening in my hair and yanking on it, but there’s no pain now, only pleasure. There’s only this, only us.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” Brom says, his fingers desperate and wild as they try to grab my face, pressing into my skin, my tonsils being rubbed raw from his blunt head.
“You’re not coming yet,” Crane warns, and suddenly I feel him lean over me. I look up, careful not to let Brom’s cock slip from my mouth, and watch as Crane grabs Brom by the throat. “You’re not coming until I say you do. Same goes for you, Kat, or I’m choking you too.”
I let my teeth gently graze over Brom’s hard ridge, watching as Crane continues to choke Brom until Brom’s face starts to darken from lack of oxygen, his lips raised in a sneer.
Then Crane pulls his head forward, and even though I can’t see them above me anymore, not from this angle, I can hear them kissing.
Wet and hungry, coupled with shallow breaths and fluttering moans, and even with the two of them pounding deep inside me, I’m struck with jealousy.
Then they break apart. Crane releases Brom and begins to chant something under his breath, the words fast and unintelligible, but they feel sacred, feel like they mean something. He repeats these words over and over, and then he groans.
“I’m going to come,” Crane breathes, and he reaches down and runs his fingers over my clit as he pushes in deeper, and Brom drives himself so far down my throat that I choke.
He pulses inside my mouth, and at first he’s so far back I don’t taste his seed as it spills down, but then I’m hit with the salt of it and I’m swallowing and swallowing, just as I feel Crane shooting inside me, letting out a garbled cry, his grip painful.
And then I’m coming too, a violent and wonderfully terrifying feeling amid all their groans and their ragged breathing and the wet, lewd slap of skin. There’s a moment when I feel I should hold back, temper my orgasm somehow, it’s that fear of falling, the fear of the unknown.
But then I let go. My body becomes not my own. It surprises me, yanking my insides around, burning me up like a fire before the flames slowly go out.
I’m crying again, tears that try to express all the things I’m feeling but don’t have words for, and I suppose that’s everything. My cunt squeezes and pulses around Crane’s throbbing cock, and Brom is pulling out from my mouth, my jaw aching in response.
My head hangs down and I collapse to my elbows, trying to breathe, trying to ground myself with my forehead pressed against the cool grass, my eyes closed.
“Did it work?” Crane asks, his hand gently running down my back in a soothing manner as he pulls out of me, making me feel hollow.
“I don’t know,” Brom says, clearing his throat. “I don’t think so. I still…I still feel connected to him. And I don’t see any spirits.”
“Perhaps we were supposed to take our time,” Crane ponders, his voice still thick from sex. “Maybe it needs to work through our systems first.”
“Her cut is already healing,” Brom points out.
“Then we’ll do it to her on the other side.”
Those words seem to bring me back to the moment. I slowly push myself up on my hands, prickles of fear breaking through the satisfied haze.
“You’re going to cut me again?” I ask, lifting up my head, though I can’t see either of them with my hair in my face.
“We have to try again while we can,” Crane explains softly. “We can’t close the ritual yet, not when the elixir hasn’t fully worked. It…”
He trails off.
“Brom,” he whispers, an edge to his voice. “Do you see that?”
I hear Brom swallow loudly.
“Yes. I do.”
His tone makes my blood run cold.
I quickly brush my hair out of my face and follow their gaze to the edge of the circle.
Where several shadowy figures have gathered.
Watching us.