Bonus Epilogue
The four warlocks lead me into my bedroom, their hands roaming across my body as we move. I can feel the heat of their touch through the thin fabric of my nightgown, sending shivers down my spine. Once inside, they close the door behind us, enveloping the room in an intimate, almost suffocating atmosphere.
Damien steps forward, his eyes dark with desire. "We've been waiting for this moment," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. His hands slide up my sides, coming to rest just below my breasts. I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine, igniting a fire deep within me.
Adrian moves behind me, pressing his chest against my back. His lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, and he nips lightly at my earlobe. "You're ours now, Selene,"
I gasp as Adrian's teeth graze my neck, my head falling back against his shoulder. My heart races, pounding in my ears as the realization of what's about to happen sinks in. These powerful men, these warlocks, want me - all of me.
Lucien approaches from the side, his fingers trailing along my jawline before tilting my face towards him. He captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, claiming me. I moan softly into the kiss, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders.
Ronan watches from the edge of the bed, his gaze intense and hungry. "Don't fight it, Selene," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Let yourself feel everything."
But as their hands continue to roam my body, igniting pleasure with every touch, I find myself surrendering to the sensations. My mind reels with the intensity of it all, overwhelmed by the sheer force of their desires.
Adrian's hands slip beneath my nightgown, his fingers brushing against my bare skin as he explores the curves of my hips and thighs. I arch into his touch, craving more. Lucien's lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of fiery kisses in their wake. I can feel his breath hot against my collarbone as he continues his descent.
Damien's hands cup my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples through the thin fabric. A sharp intake of breath escapes me at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Ronan finally steps closer, his large frame looming over me as he reaches out to tangle his fingers in my hair.
I'm lost in a haze of sensation, my body responding instinctively to each caress and touch. As much as I try to cling to my reservations, I can't deny the overwhelming need that consumes me. It's as if every nerve ending in my body is alight, crying out for more.
"Please..." I whisper, though I'm not entirely sure what I'm begging for. More of their touch? Even I don't know anymore.
Lucien chuckles, the sound dark and seductive. "Hear that, brothers?" he asks, glancing at the others. "Our little witch needs us."
Adrian steps forward, his hands sliding under my nightgown to lift it over my head. I stand before them, naked and exposed, a flush spreading across my cheeks. They drink in the sight of me, their eyes roving over my curves with a hunger that makes my knees weak.
Ronan takes the lead, pushing me gently onto the bed. I sink back into the soft mattress, watching as he undresses, revealing his muscular form inch by inch. When he's fully nude, he crawls over me, his weight pinning me to the sheets.
His lips find mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading my mouth with a possessive dominance that leaves me breathless. I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair as I lose myself in the intensity of our embrace.
As Ronan's kiss deepens, I can feel the other warlocks closing in around me. Damien settles beside me, his hand slipping between my thighs, fingers teasing at my slick folds. Adrian kneels at the foot of the bed, his eyes locked on my face as he strokes his hard length, the sight alone enough to make my core clench with need.
Lucien lingers at the edge of the bed, his gaze burning into me with an unspoken promise. "Look at her," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "So responsive, so eager to please. She was made for us."
Their words, their touches, they all blend together into a sensual onslaught that threatens to overwhelm me. I'm drowning in a sea of desire, my body singing with pleasure as they worship me with their hands and mouths.
"More," I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily as Damien's fingers delve deeper, stroking my sensitive flesh. The pressure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until I'm teetering on the brink of climax.
Suddenly, Ronan breaks the kiss, pulling back to admire his handiwork. "Not yet, love," he chides, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "We haven't even begun to claim you properly."
With that, he positions himself between my legs, the broad head of his cock nudging at my entrance. I tense, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through me. This is it – the moment of truth.
Adrian leans in, his warm breath fanning over my ear as he whispers, "Relax, pet. We'll take care of you."
I inhale sharply as Ronan pushes forward, his thick shaft stretching me open as he sinks into my tight heat. Pleasure-pain radiates through me, my walls fluttering around his impressive girth. He pauses once he's fully seated, allowing me a moment to adjust to the intense fullness.
Damien's fingers never cease their ministrations, circling my clit and plunging deep inside me in tandem with Ronan's slow thrusts. Lucien and Adrian watch closely, their expressions ravenous as they take in every detail of my debauched state.
"You're doing so well, little one," Lucien praises, reaching out to brush a strand of sweat-dampened hair from my forehead. "Taking him so beautifully."
As Ronan begins to move in earnest, I lose myself in the sensations, my cries of ecstasy filling the room.
With each powerful stroke, Ronan drives deeper, claiming me utterly. His grip on my hips tightens, guiding me to meet his thrusts as he sets a relentless pace. I'm consumed by the primal rhythm of our joining, my senses heightened to the point of overload.
Damien's fingers work in perfect harmony with Ronan's cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion, when Adrian suddenly moves to join the fray.
He positions himself behind me, his hands gripping my waist as he lines up his throbbing member with my already stretched opening. "Ready for more, pet?" he rasps, his hot breath tickling my ear.
Before I can respond, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in my dripping channel.
A strangled cry escapes my lips as Adrian fills me completely, his thick length rubbing against Ronan's where they're joined. The double penetration is almost too much to bear, the dual stretch and fullness threatening to shatter my very being.
But instead of pain, pure, unadulterated bliss courses through me. My vision blurs, stars bursting behind my eyelids as wave after wave of euphoria crashes over me. I'm lost in a maelstrom of sensation, unable to distinguish where one warlock ends and the other begins.
The four of them move in sync now, their bodies a perfectly choreographed dance of lust and possession. Lucien watches intently, his own arousal evident as he drinks in the erotic spectacle before him.
I'm nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, a living, breathing fucktoy designed to satisfy their darkest cravings.
I'm reduced to a quivering, sobbing mess, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure pounding through my veins. Each thrust, each caress, each filthy word spoken in my ear sends me hurtling closer to the precipice.
Ronan's hands grip my hips with bruising force, holding me steady as he pounds into me with reckless abandon. Adrian's fingers dig into my skin, his nails leaving faint red marks as he uses me for his own satisfaction.
Damien continues his relentless assault on my clit, his touch the only thing keeping me grounded amidst the chaos. I'm a puppet dancing on strings, my body responding instinctively to their demands.
As the pressure builds to a fever pitch, Lucien finally joins the fray, his large hands roaming over my breasts, tweaking and pinching my nipples until I'm arching off the bed, desperate for more.
With a keening wail, I surrender to the abyss, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My inner walls clench and spasm around the invading cocks, milking them for all they're worth as I'm wracked by the most intense pleasure I've ever known.
Through the haze of ecstasy, I dimly register the warlocks' grunts and groans, their thrusts growing erratic as they near their own climaxes. Ronan slams into me one final time, his seed erupting deep within my womb as he roars his release. Adrian follows suit, his cock pulsating as he fills me with his own hot cum.
Damien doesn't stop his ministrations, continuing to stimulate my clit even as I'm convulsing in the aftermath of my peak.
With a keening wail, I surrender to the abyss, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My inner walls clench and spasm around the invading cocks, milking them for all they're worth as I'm wracked by the most intense pleasure I've ever known.
Through the haze of ecstasy, I dimly register the warlocks' grunts and groans, their thrusts growing erratic as they near their own climaxes. Ronan slams into me one final time, his seed erupting deep within my womb as he roars his release. Adrian follows suit, his cock pulsating as he fills me with his own hot cum.
Damien doesn't stop his ministrations, continuing to stimulate my clit even as I'm convulsing in the aftermath of my peak.
I collapse onto the bed, my body limp and sated, my mind reeling from the intensity of what just transpired. Damien's fingers slip from my oversensitive folds, replaced by his tongue as he laps at my dripping slit, savoring the combined essence of our releases.
Lucien's hands continue their exploration of my breasts, his touch gentler now, almost reverent. He leans down to capture one nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core.
As the warlocks withdraw from my thoroughly used body, I feel a sense of loss, a yearning for more. But exhaustion quickly takes hold, my eyelids growing heavy as the adrenaline begins to fade.
Damien gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he murmurs soft words of praise and comfort.
With a content sigh, I snuggle into Damien's warm embrace, my eyes drifting closed as sleep beckons. The room falls silent except for the sound of our ragged breaths, the lingering scent of sex heavy in the air.
As consciousness slips away, I find myself wondering if this is what peace feels like - lying spent and satisfied amid these four warlocks.