Chapter 28 #3
I shrug, the corner of my lip tipped up in a cocky smile. “Already my plan, sweetheart.”
I swing one leg over her rib cage as Bohnes keeps her wrists pinned. Alexei has given up holding her down in favor of touching himself again. Can’t say I blame him.
Using both hands, I push Scarlett’s huge tits together and then slide my dick between them.
Mm. Shit. That’s good.
The dark bliss in Scarlett’s face makes it even better as I thrust my hips, the tip of my cock appearing above the swells of her breasts and then disappearing again as I draw back.
Ash hasn’t stopped either, murmuring and whispering behind me as he fucks her pussy, the sound of it loud in the silence of night.
Slow and unhurried, I take Scarlett’s tits while Ash enjoys her cunt. Each thrust causes those full breasts to bounce, her rib cage pinned between my knees. Scarlett is moaning, twisting in unrestrained pleasure beneath us. Her eyes are hooded and dreamy, drugged with adrenaline and lust.
Alexei is jerking himself off with fury, uncaring that his naked ass is parked in a pile of dead leaves, that he’s got cum all over his glove now.
That elegant jaw is clenched, and his free hand is resting precariously close to a snare.
Without slowing the rapid motion of his fist, he gives the rope a little tug and activates the trap to get it out of the way.
Branches bounce above us, raining pine needles down as the empty noose swings.
Fog rolls in around us, obscuring the world, trapping us in this space of depravity and union.
It’s fucking frigid out here, pink rashes forming on our exposed skin from the cold.
“Fuck this torture.” Bohnes releases Scar’s arms, taking off his pants but keeping his boots on.
He turns away, putting his back to me, and then plants a firm knee on either side of Scarlett’s head.
He’s straddling her face, tossing me a coy look over his shoulder.
His grin is all white teeth in the perfect dark.
“This gentleman’s agreement, it’ll work for me. I accept.”
I curl my lip back at him as he mounts Scarlett’s face, fucking her head into the dirt while I continue with the silken valley between her perfect breasts.
Alexei trades his fingers out for Scarlett’s, scooting forward across the ground and guiding her hand to where he wants it. She clenches hard, working him good even while she’s being screwed to within an inch of her life by the rest of us.
Ash is still growling out some manic string of I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, increasing the speed with which he says the words as the night drags itself closer to the witching hour. It’s like he’s casting a spell or something.
I don’t fight my orgasm, unleashing jets of hot cum all over my wife’s breasts. Some of it gets on Bohnes, too, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit. All for one and one for all, yeah? I’ve read the Three Musketeers. There’s actually four dudes in that story. Perfect analogy.
Climbing off of Scarlett, I take a moment to appreciate the scenery.
Scant moonlight bathing her sweaty, naked body.
Pearlescent strings of cum draped across her rib cage and over the plastic covering of her new tattoo.
Ash’s head thrown back as he drives himself home between Scarlett’s thighs.
Bohnes losing another load down her throat.
Alexei, rapidly running out of that seemingly endless patience.
He wants more than a hand.
Ash finishes, clutching Scarlett’s pelvis protectively as Bohnes rolls away from her and into a casually reclined position at her side.
Curling his body over, Ash presses his face against the side of Scarlett’s neck, heedless of the cum I left behind.
He stays that way, wiggling his hips, nudging his knees closer.
He looks like he’s trying to crawl inside of her.
“Move.” I’m right there beside him, blood boiling and pumping straight down to my cock. Demanding that I go again. That I reassure myself of the idea that sharing doesn’t mean giving anything up. I’ll take everything I want. All of it. Scarlett can either prove her strength or ask for help.
Either way, I’m here.
“Ash, move.” Scarlett makes her demand when he doesn’t budge, and that just ticks me off even more.
Ash wasn’t planning on listening to me, but he scrambles to obey when Scarlett gives her order.
He ends up with his forehead pressed to the ground beside us, fists clenched on either side of his face.
“I’m such a bloody fool,” he moans, like he’s already a ghost. If I thought this was my last night with Scarlett, I’d be freaking out, too.
I pick Scarlett up off the ground and her hand comes loose from Alexei’s cock, turning the man into the predator he hides so well in the daylight.
He’s quick and lethal as he comes toward me, positioning himself on Scarlett’s other side as I situate her across my lap. Alexei finds my gaze over her shoulder.
“I won’t give her up, but I’ll share.” My words are a rumbling growl that he returns with a sneer of his own.
“This is the most vile act I have ever committed,” he tells me, voice stricken with guilty pleasure. He doesn’t sound pissed about it. Confused, maybe.
We’ll drag ourselves to hell for this girl. We’ll also let her lead us to heaven.
Again, either way.
We get Scarlett lifted up together and seated on my dick. After a flicker of hesitation, Alexei spits on his hand, works himself to get slick, and then takes her in the same hole.
“It’s…tight,” Scarlett chokes out on the end of a happy sob. “Fuck, it’s tight.”
She wiggles between us, and it feels incredible.
Alexei and I are pressed tight inside that pretty little hole.
I’ve got my head bowed, one of those plump tits half stuffed in my mouth.
My tongue laps up my own seed as Alexei and I crush Scarlett between us, filling her so tight that she cries out like a normal woman instead of the succubus she is.
I’m nibbling at her, kissing her throat, commandeering her mouth.
Neither Alexei nor I want to share, but we make a game out of it. Fighting for supremacy in that narrow space. Forcing Scarlett to acknowledge what she asked for, what she says she wants.
I put another load inside of her, like I’m marking my goddamn territory.
Then I sit with my back against a tree, arm thrown casually over my knee as I watch Alexei commandeer her attention.
He drags her back to his front and steadies her with an arm banded across her chest. She’s dripping with cum from three other men and he loses himself to Scarlett like she’s a goddess, breaking all of his own rules to get at her.
It’s how we all feel, hungry and watchful and greedy. Tolerating each other as long as it means we still get what we want.
“Done so quickly?” Scarlett taunts, shaking in Alexei’s arms after he finishes in her snug pussy, seated in his lap but facing me and Bohnes. Ash is still prostrating himself. “I haven’t had a single orgasm.”
“And you won’t be having one—until we say so.” Bohnes drags Scarlett off of Alexei, puts her on her back and takes her again. Ash is next. Me. Alexei.
Over and over and over again.
Ash—my mortal fucking enemy—and I are the next pair to share Scarlett.
We fill her and drench and choke her with seed until she’s crying angry tears and threatening our lives, until she has a knife in her hand that she shouldn’t have considering she’s naked and there shouldn’t have been any blades around to grab.
“Finish me or you’re all fucking dead.” She stabs the knife into the dirt beside her, eyes flicking around the circle until they come to rest on mine.
“Yes, ma’am.” I grab the knife, swipe my palm through the mixed seed across her stomach, and coat the hilt with it.
Then I push Scarlett down and slide it in, fucking her with the smooth hilt and using her discarded shirt and panties to keep the blade from slicing my hand. The first climax I ring from her is easy and quick.
Scarlett screams and throws her head back, trembling and kicking her feet into the dirt. She collapses with a happy little laugh, breathy and satisfied.
The rest of the night is torture.
Alone in the woods, the queen gets exactly what she asked for: her very own gang of stalking nightmares. A relentless surge of orgasms. She’ll keep getting them unless she says parking space for me.
“You don’t think you’re done, do you?” I ask, a few hours later when Scarlett has been reduced to a trembling bundle of nerves. Slack and pliant in my arms. Drugged with endorphins. “You’re not fucking done.”
She looks up at me while lying on her back, my body positioned above hers on all-fours and sunk balls-deep—again.
Scarlett smiles.
“No, you’re not done,” she hisses back at me, and I can see right there in her shadowed gaze that she means it. “Not a single one of you walks away from me without permission.”
We don’t talk for the rest of the night. It’s just the moans and groans, the slaps and spanks.
An hour before we’re supposed to get up to start the day, I lift Scarlett from the forest floor, boneless and happily used.
Bohnes leads the way, a naked grim reaper in nothing but boots. Alexei follows behind him and Ash takes up the rear of the group. We wend through fog and past trip wires strung between trees, snares, and several shining silver bear traps.
Inside the warehouse we go. The doors are shut tight. Locked.
For Alexei’s sake, we rinse off before climbing into bed.
It’s pitch-black and windowless and warm.
Each of us merry fuckin’ freaks is locked in the fog-drenched hedge mazes of our minds. That’s why we might actually work together as an intimate crew, me and these other boys. We’re all a little messed up and that’s alright. Crazy together. Safe together.
Our insanity and our violence is power. Our honesty and our loyalty is strength. Without the latter two traits, we’d be just like Jonas or Chet or any number of gangbanging idiots in the Prescott neighborhood. Without the former two traits, we’d be dead.
In the midst of the bloodshed and the fucking and the murder, we form the closest thing I’ve ever seen to a family.