Chapter 20 #2
“Make her open for me, pretty boy,” Crane says through a ragged gasp as he pushes in further. “Help her relax.”
Brom attacks my cunt with gusto, his tongue assaulting while his lips soothe and, yes, yes, now I feel myself opening up, wanting more, the pain sliding away until Crane’s cock is pushed all the way in.
I’m still breathless, like the air has been wrung from my lungs, and yet I want to laugh at how good and strange it feels. These two men are all I feel.
“Are you getting her wet?” Crane manages to say to him, his voice thick, and he makes a fist in my hair, yanking my head back until my eyes water.
Brom makes a noise of agreement against me, the vibrations nearly sending me over the edge, while Crane is swearing quietly from behind me as he continues to thrust inside me.
“God, she’s tight, Brom,” Crane groans through clenched teeth. “You should feel her like this. I can’t even see straight; she’s trying to strangle me.”
Brom moans in response and I try to clamp my thighs over his head.
“Fuck,” Crane says through a harsh inhale. “I won’t last long. Lie down on your back, Brom. Get each other to come while I finish here.”
Suddenly Crane pulls out, an empty, scooped-out feeling chasing his absence, and then he’s moving me so that I’m on my hands and knees, planted over Brom, Brom’s cock now near my mouth, my cunt at his.
Without hesitating I take Brom’s weeping and rigid length in my mouth again, his velvet skin burning hot, and I relish the salty hit of his arousal on my tongue, as he reaches up with his mouth, doing the same to me.
We both let out a breathless noise of want, in unison, making me feel like we are one being, captive to lust.
Crane, meanwhile, remains in charge of us.
He grabs my hips, and this time he doesn’t hesitate.
He spears me with his cock in one hard shove and I gasp around Brom’s length while Brom pushes his hips up, driving himself deeper into my throat.
Like before I feel swept away and unmoored, lost to the feeling of having these men deep inside me, but now with Brom suckling my clit into his mouth, it takes this to another level.
“You should see what I see,” Crane rasps, pulling out again to the tip before pushing back in until I’m breathless again, and I’m driven wild by the most subtle feeling of all, the softness of his testicles pressed against my swollen entrance, the contact making me ache.
“Both of you beneath me, both of you so beautiful in your need, so stunning in your wildness. You are such dark and vibrant creatures: a fallen angel, a risen devil, coming together as one and belonging to me, only me, your god.”
Then he lets out a trembling exhale and starts reciting those words again, a low, guttural chant that sounds like it’s coming from some place deep inside Crane, a place dark and unknown from where magic is drawn and spells are born.
It brings the thrill of terror through me, the only feeling able to penetrate the twisted knot of want and sex and desire that we’ve become.
“I’m going to come again,” Crane whispers, his fingers digging into my hips, letting go only to give my rear a painful smack with his palm.
I jolt, Brom’s cock driving in deeper into my throat, his own tongue thrusting deeper inside me.
What happens to one of us affects the rest of us.
We truly are joined now and the energy inside me seems to grow brighter, hotter, as if Crane’s chanting has coaxed it up like a snake charmer.
“You belong to me in heart, body, and soul now. Together, just like this,” Crane says before breaking off into a low, shuddering groan.
“Oh, you are mine. There’s no room for anyone else but us.
” He gives my rear another hard smack. “I’m going to come.
You better come too. Give me one more, sweet witch, one more. ”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My cunt is so taut it hurts.
Brom’s tongue and lips flick at my clit until I’m pushed to the point of no return, his cock starts to jerk and swell inside my mouth, and Crane’s pace grows wild and uneven, as if he’s no longer in control.
The three of us come at once, and I’m swallowing Brom’s seed, and I’m the vessel for Crane’s, and in the back of my mind I’m aware that there are monsters around us, spirits that want what we have, that are dying to taste what we have, and though they can’t have us, they can have the horseman.
Take him, I think to them, hoping they can hear me, even as the orgasm is plucking my thoughts out of my head as I succumb to the undertow. Take the Hessian from Brom. He’s what you want, he’s what…
I can’t finish the wish. I yelp, moaning loudly and uncontrollably as I continue to come hard, the white-hot energy inside me filling every vein, bouncing around my soul like fireflies in a jar.
In this moment I am no longer a witch.
I am a goddess.
And I’m being consumed by two dark gods.
Then the lights go out. I collapse on top of Brom, careful not to crush his still-pulsing cock, and roll over beside him, causing Crane to pull out of me. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t talk. I am just here, and that’s all there is. There’s just us.
I close my eyes and feel my body drift away, as if floating on a dark current, taken somewhere safe, and I don’t know how long I lie like that for, but it isn’t until I feel Crane’s arms wrap around me, kissing the back of my head, that I realize we’re still in the middle of the circle, in the middle of the glen, in the middle of the woods, and I’m in the middle of these men.
They’re talking too, their voices low and hushed.
“It didn’t work,” Brom says. There’s no disappointment in his voice, just fact.
I open my eyes to see Brom sitting up beside me, his knees drawn to his chest, staring out at the woods.
“Do you know for sure?” Crane asks cagily.
Brom nods. “We’re still connected. He’s not here right now, but…we’re connected. The ritual didn’t work.”
Crane exhales and presses his mouth against my head again.
“All right,” he says quietly. “All right.” He lifts his head and brushes my hair off my face, his actions so soft and tender.
“We knew that this might not work on the first go. The horseman has been bound to you by a spell cast by the sisters, so of course it will be harder to break. We will have better luck on the full moon, and if not then, Samhain. I will keep reading and learning. I won’t give up on you, Brom. We won’t.”
Brom looks at us, his brows lowered, casting his black eyes into shadow. “Maybe keeping the horseman inside me wouldn’t be so bad, if it has to be that way.”
I gasp and sit up. “Are you being serious? No, Brom. You can’t go around the rest of your life being possessed by the Hessian soldier. We will get him out of you. No matter what.”
He looks at Crane. “Maybe I could learn to live with him.”
“Out of the question,” Crane says stiffly. “You want to spend the rest of your nights in chains?”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t have a problem with that,” he mumbles, looking away.
“I like my sleep,” Crane says indignantly. “Don’t be such a misanthrope. This ritual is new to all of us. In time we will get better. Perhaps the dark moon was working against us. We don’t know. But we will try again, and none of us are giving up hope, including you. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” he says flatly. He looks around the clearing. “What do we do about the ghosts?”
I follow his gaze, the shadows still gathering at the edge of the circle, their hunger palpable.
“We wait until the elixir wears off,” Crane says. “Should be soon. And then I’ll close the ceremony and open the circle.” He sighs. “And then, we’ll go back to our beds and try to get some sleep if we can.”
Crane sounds so tired as he says that, and I can’t help but feel for him, the burden of having to make sure Brom doesn’t go around harming those on campus.
But it’s necessary, especially since, so far, Brom being under restraint has meant the actual spirit of the Hessian hasn’t gone around killing people either.
For now, that is.