Chapter 26 #2
“Keep breathing, we’re almost there. I know you can take us both. You were made to take your men like this, Mia. The three of us? We were made for each other.”
Leo continues to press forward, a smooth glide of his cock next to me inside the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. It’s indescribable. The intensity of having both of them like this is almost too much for my head and heart.
When the head of his cock bumps past mine, and his chest falls forward over Mia, I know he’s fully seated inside her. His hands push her pretty hair off to the side, lips peppering kisses across her temple.
“Check in. How do you feel?”
“Complete.”
My heart settles, a wholeness I’ve never felt before coming over me so hard and so powerful that tears spring to my eyes.
I keep one arm wrapped around them both, the other reaching to touch Leo’s cheek.
The three of us share air, our breaths mingling as we adjust to this feeling, both physically and emotionally.
The air shifts around us, the candles getting brighter and brighter until suddenly they go out altogether. We’re cloaked in the quiet darkness, and then, like nothing happened at all, the flames erupt, bathing us in a warm red glow.
There’s no mistaking the distinct feeling of eyes on us.
“Do you feel that?”
“Just focus on us, little rebel, or use your safe word.”
“I’m safe with you two. I’m okay. I’m ready for you to move now. I need you both to move. I need to come.”
“So needy, just the way we like it. You want to be fucked, Mia? Want both your men to fill you up with their cum? I know you feel them watching us. Show them how good you are for your men.”
Leo lifts his hips, dragging his big dick past mine and thrusting back in.
On his second thrust, I’m right there with him.
We work as one, at a steady rhythmic pace that has me seeing stars.
Mia is a mess of moans, pants, and desperate, whiny pleas to never stop.
It melds with the erotic, wet, squelching of her pussy leaking around our cocks as she takes us both.
Pleasure throttles me, my eyes hazy, my skin covered in beads of sweat. Leo and I pick up the pace, chasing the edge of that cliff like there’s nothing better in the world. I’d argue that there isn’t.
“I’m gonna come, holy shit, I can’t, there’s so much pressure,” she screams, digging her nails into my skin.
“Let go, baby, come for your men. Let us watch you shatter.”
The scream that comes from Mia’s lips could wake the dead.
The flames billow and dance, her body trembling between us as wave after wave pulls her under that euphoric feeling.
My balls draw up close to my body, that tingling sensation at my lower spine spreading outward.
Mia gushes around us, Leo’s face contorted, that bottom lip pulled between his teeth, his eyes heavily lidded and desperate.
He’s hanging on the edge, but he doesn’t need to wait for me; I’m right there with him.
“Fill her up, baby. I want her overflowing with us.”
“Oh, fuuuuuck,” he moans, his body jerking with tremors of pleasure.
His cock throbs next to mine, and the thought of both of us inside our woman, the two of us coming inside her together, sets me right off.
I erupt. The most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced throttles the shit out of me.
I gasp for air, holding both of them as tight as I can, desperate to keep this connection.
This wasn’t just sex. Or fucking. Or hell, making love. This was a life-changing, transcendent experience between three souls that chose each other. In this life and the next.
We come down slowly, Leo peeling himself off Mia’s back and carefully pulling free of her body.
Desperate to see her, I flip Mia onto her back as I pull my cock out, spreading her legs open wide to get my eyes on her pretty pink center.
My fingers run through her pussy, our combined cum leaking out of her hole.
“Fuck, Mia, you should see what a mess your men made of you. You look so pretty stuffed full of our cum.”
Leo joins me, softly caressing the outside of her puffy flesh.
She feels like silk, so soft and warm, her pussy lips so swollen and tender.
I gather up our release with two fingers, stuffing it back inside her, slowly fucking her with the digits.
“You like being filled up by both your men, little rebel? Tell us how much you enjoy being shared.”
She looks exhausted, drowsy, and still riding that post-orgasm high. Chestnut hair fans out against the crimson robe, her tits so round and jutting up to the sky. She looks like a goddess, an offering, a temptation that I’d never be able to deny myself.
Leo and I each take up a side of her, resting our bodies flush against each other, our hands resting on her stomach. “I love you. Both of you.”
After we’re all dressed and we’ve picked up our robes, we clasp hands and start our navigation out of the catacombs, when five figures block the bottom of the stairs. They’re each wearing the signature crimson robes, their faces completely concealed. Chills run down my spine.
“We’re here to welcome you into Crimson Veil. You have what it takes. The Veil wants loyalty to each other above all else. We hope you’ll join us.”
The three of us look at each other, Leo’s head nodding minutely at me. When I look back, I nod my agreement in their direction.
“There hasn’t been a member from Ashcroft in over forty years. We’re happy that has changed,” a deep, rumbling voice says toward Leo. “As for you, we’ve been waiting for you. We’ll be in touch.”
The cloaked keeper standing in the center reaches out with a familiar crimson envelope, holding it out to us.
My fingertips brush the paper, accepting their offer, knowing what this means for the three of us.
The five of them disappear through one of the narrow alcoves one by one until only Leo, Mia, and I are left standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“So, we’re really doing this? Out in the open? No matter what?” Mia asks hesitantly, as if she’s still unsure about the three of us. I step into her space, Leo crowding her, our arms wrapping tightly around each other’s waists. My forehead dips toward theirs, our breaths mingling.
“We’re really doing this. No more holding back. There’s nothing to hide anymore. It’s us against the world.”
Because love is all that matters.
I open the envelope and read:
Welcome to Crimson Veil.
You’ve heard the whispers, and now it’s time you know the truth.
Crimson Veil, and the institution that cloaks it, was not merely founded, it was conjured into existence by the five names deeply rooted in the marrow of the grounds here.
Abel Thorne, Edmund Mortwood, Francis Harrow, Isabel Ashcroft, and Cecelia Grimsley.
They did not gather for prestige, nor for pursuit of knowledge, but to guard something the world has long tried to extinguish and has never fully understood.
Love.
Not the fragile, fleeting kind that’s paraded around in daylight, but something much older, truer. A love bound in promises, sealed in shadows, and preserved at a cost few would be willing to pay.
When the world cast them out, they carved a sanctuary from silence and stone, one that has prevailed by devotion, secrecy, and an unyielding loyalty to each other.
Now, it’s before you. What was once theirs to protect is no longer theirs alone.
It is yours.