Chapter 30 #2
Both men groan in unison, Crane’s sounding like a hiss through his teeth, Brom’s low and guttural, and the sound shoots waves of pleasure through me, and suddenly I don’t even feel cold anymore.
“Fuck,” Crane swears, his hand in my hair as I suck and lick and do everything he likes, enough so that he keeps thrusting his cock further down my throat. “You take me so well, sweet witch.” His fist tightens in my hair. “I don’t feel right not sharing it.”
Crane pulls my head away from his cock, a line of saliva connecting my lips to his flat crown, then brings me over to Brom’s. Always in control, to the end.
Brom thrusts his cock into my mouth, and they take turns, back and forth, thrusting into my mouth, the wet sounds of both cocks sliding against my tongue mixing with their heavy breathing, the weight of their intense gaze.
“I don’t know if I can hold on much longer,” Brom grunts, his hand in my hair, pumping deep inside my throat, and I know if I don’t slow them down, they’ll both come here and now.
“Kat,” Crane groans. “As much as I hate telling you to stop, go and grab the oil, sweet girl. We’ll need it.”
I have just enough sense to do as he says, letting go of their cocks and going back on shore to get the sunflower oil. When I turn around to face them, their gazes on me feel like being pinned in place by two top predators whose only instincts are to eat and to mate.
I go back into the lake, and already things are different from last time. I don’t know if the elixir is working faster or if it’s the full moon or the lake itself speeding things up, but when I look past them, I see dark, gruesome figures hovering in the water.
No, not just hovering.
Coming closer.
No salt circle to stop them.
“Uh,” I say, nodding past them, trying to ignore the fear prickling my skin. “It seems we have visitors already.”
Crane tears his eyes away from me and looks at the shadows approaching us.
“Ignore them,” Crane says. “Even if you feel them touch you.”
“They’re able to touch me?” I exclaim in horror.
“They can’t hurt you,” he says, his eyes gleaming as he takes the oil and pours it all over Brom’s twitching erection. Brom lets out a gasp that turns into a groan.
“Turn around,” Crane says to me next. “Bend over.” His voice is calm but clinical, and yet, somehow, that helps with the fear and absurdity of all of this.
I do as he says, and he puts one hand on my hip, the other going between the cheeks of my rear, liberally applying the oil there.
“Where’s the romance, Crane?” I ask him, my body shuddering at the press of his slick finger.
“You’ll feel it when you come with both of our cocks inside you,” he says, then lays a large slap across my bottom, making me almost topple over in the water. “Now drop to your knees again and hold still. This is going to hurt.”
I go to my knees, the water splashing around us, doing my best to ignore the approaching ghosts, keeping my focus on the surface of the lake and the reflected orange moon.
Crane holds one of my arms and brings his knife down over the fattest part at the back of my bicep.
I want to cry out, to scream at the pain as the cut opens and blood runs down my arm, but I know it would only draw attention to us.
Then Brom grabs my other arm and makes a cut in the same place, then they use their knives on themselves, cutting open their palms like before, though they do it to each hand now.
“One more, sweet witch,” Crane says to me, his voice low and grave. “Then the pain will end. There will only be pleasure.”
I suck in a breath, tears burning the corners of my eyes as I try to hold back my cries, try to handle the pain that’s coursing through me.
Crane tips my head back with his fingers and then takes his knife and makes two quick slashes across the tops of my breasts.
There’s no careful precision this time, and though his movements are skilled and confident, they speak to what’s happening right now.
The desperation in the ritual.
The fact that we’re running out of time.
And how everything, everything, rides on this.
He brings his fingers away from my chin, and I glance down at my chest as the blood runs over my breasts in rivulets, dripping into the dark lake.
“Brom,” Crane says, and his voice doesn’t sound as steady as it normally does. “Lie down on your back in the water. As shallow as possible so that no one is drowning.”
I look up to see Brom’s jaw clench, but he does what Crane says, lying back in only a couple of inches of water. Beyond Brom, the dark creatures lurk closer, their hands outstretched toward us, and I don’t know how I’m going to survive this without dying of fright.
“Close your eyes, Kat,” Crane tells me in a deep voice. “You don’t have to watch this, you only have to feel it.” He reaches down and places his hand at my waist. “Lie down with your back on top of Brom. Spread your legs like a good witch.”
I swallow hard and do what he says, even though it feels immeasurably awkward until my back is flush against Brom’s hot, firm chest, his hair tickling me. Brom reaches down, his hand sliding under my rear until he’s grabbing hold of his cock and pushing it up toward me.
“He’s going to enter you from behind,” Crane says as he gets down with us, straddling our hips. “I’m going to claim your cunt,” he says, his voice a throaty whisper now. “I’ll control when we all come. I’ll begin chanting the spell, then I’ll start applying pressure to your neck.”
My eyes widen. I had forgotten that part.
“Wait, the pressure, you’re still—you’re going to try and kill me?”
“Bring you to the edge of death,” he says gravely, his eyes dark and hard. “I won’t push you over, Kat, you know I won’t. I’ll apply just enough pressure on the sides of your windpipe, but the moment I feel you start to go limp, I’ll let go and you’ll breathe again.”
I’m terrified.
“Okay,” I say quietly, having to put all my trust, my life, into Crane’s hands. And I do trust him, with everything, but it doesn’t stop the fear from snaking through me, making my heart run a mile a minute.
And that fear quickly turns to pain as Brom starts pushing the head of his cock against my entrance at the back, the thick head of him oiled and shoving inside me in the most slow and agonizing way.
I start squirming on top of him, trying to escape the pressure, but he grabs my arms, the blood from his palms mixing with mine, and holds me in place.
Then Crane’s long lean body looms over me, positioning the lewd, long length of his cock between my legs, and he starts pushing into my cunt.
I cry out, my back arching, trying to move, but with Brom holding me in place from behind and Crane pressing down on me from the front, I’m trapped between them like a firefly in a jar.
“Stay still, my vlinder,” Crane says through a stifled groan as he pushes inside. “Stay still.” His head drops down, the muscles in his arms straining. “Oh, fuck, Brom, I can feel you inside her. She’s so tight.”
Brom grunts in my ear, then runs his lips down the rim. “Relax, Daffy,” he says breathlessly. “You can take us both. Relax. We’ve got you.”
Brom then brings his mouth to my neck and starts to suck and bite at my skin, his beard scratching me, his hands moving down from my arms and to my waist, taking a hold of me there. “That’s it, Kat. Oh, sweetheart, you feel so good,” he whispers hoarsely. “Fuck, I love you. I love you so much.”
That’s enough for Crane to raise his head and spear Brom with his gaze as he pushes in to the hilt. I gasp, the air pushed out of my throat, while Brom whimpers with need.
“Why do you sound like you’re saying goodbye, Brom?” Crane warns him. “Stay with me, pretty boy. You stay with us. Keep fucking our sweet witch, yes, just like that.”
Crane starts to move deeper and harder inside me, and Brom starts thrusting up my ass in unison, and I let myself go.
I let go of the fear, of the terror of the shadowed faces that have gathered around us, of the idea that this might not work, of the horror that I might lose these men, of the panic that lies in bringing me so close to death that I’ll be able to taste it.
“That’s it,” Brom rasps against me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, the side of my cheek. “Yes, oh fuck. Kat, Kat, you’re doing so good.”
“Such a good witch,” Crane murmurs as he continues to drive his hips against mine, so hard I think he’s leaving bruises, his cock going in deeper each time until all I feel is them, all I am is these two feral men inside me, both loving me and fighting over me. Fighting for me.
“Not much longer,” Crane groans, and he leans in and down, his chest pressed against mine, his mouth crashing over my mouth. He pulls me into a deep, intoxicating kiss that feels like it’s infiltrating every part of my body until I’m dying for more, my hunger insatiable now.
Then he pulls away, wet and messy, and brings his head down over my shoulder and starts kissing Brom, just as hard and wild.
I hear their shaking exhales, their soft moans, and I bite Crane’s shoulder, wanting a piece of him still, my fingernails digging into his smooth, muscular back.
The three of us move in unison now, writhing together in the water like the unholiest of creatures.
One body, one beating heart, one damned soul.
“It’s time,” Crane whispers thickly, pulling back enough to wrap his hand around my neck, squeezing on either side of my throat with his fingers and the heel of his palm.
I stare up at him, unable to look away from the fervent storm in his eyes, and while he applies the pressure to my neck, he starts reciting the spell, the same strange low words from the ritual before.
Stay with me, Kat, Crane says inside my head, though his lips are still moving, still chanting the foreign incantation. Stay with me even when it seems like I disappear.