35. Thirty-Five
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THIRTY-FIVE
MILA
I was awoken by the feeling of his warm fingers caressing my thighs, sending shivers down my body. The gentle thrusts of his cock inside me added to the sensation, building a rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. I tilted my head back, inviting him closer, as he nibbled on my ear and trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone. Each touch ignited a fire within me, driving me wild with desire.
Our eyes met in the dim light, locked in a passionate embrace as our bodies moved in tandem. Our breaths became heavier, mingling with the sound of our skin slapping together in sync, an intoxicating symphony of pleasure. The heat of his skin against mine, the scent of his arousal, and the taste of his saliva sent me spiraling deeper into bliss.
His whispers were like honey dripping into my ears, filling me with promises. His hand traced a fiery path down my stomach, urging me closer to him until our bodies flushed against each other. Every touch, every murmur, every kiss sent me further into a state of absolute euphoria. I turned my head, pressing my backside against him as he moved inside me with slow and tender thrusts.
“You feel so good, Archer,” I moaned .
“Marry me?” he whispered.
I stared back at him, feeling a warmth in my chest and a jolt of adrenaline. His breath was warm on my ear, his cock still firmly inside me as he held me close. His breaths were shallow, his body trembling as he waited for my answer. I turned my head slightly, looking into his eyes, searching them for any signs of a joke.
“What?”
“Marry me, Mila,” his voice was desperate and pleading. “Let me give you my last name. Let me protect you. Let me fill your belly with my babies. Let me spend the rest of my life waking up to you every morning. I want to be your husband, your lover, your protector. I want to be the reason you smile and the reason you dream. I want to be connected to you, wrapped so tight in your soul that you ache in my absence.”
His gaze was so intense, so full of longing, that I could feel myself crumbling under its weight. I had never felt this kind of connection before, and the idea of spending eternity with him felt almost too good to be true. But there was something in his eyes, something genuine and pure, that made me believe it could be real.
I reached up to touch his face with my left hand, gazing into his eyes, when the sparkle of something on my hand caught my attention. I brought my hand closer to my face, and on my ring finger was an oval ring that sparkled in the dim light.
“Archer, what is this?” I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest. He must have slipped it on while I was sleeping.
He smiled. “Say yes.”
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words in my chest. "Yes," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible above the sound of our lovemaking. "Yes, I'll marry you."
His face broke into a beaming smile, and he pulled me even closer, his body still moving within me. "Mila, I promise you I will be everything you need. I will cherish you and protect you, and I will give you children who will love you as much as I do."
I couldn’t help but smile as he continued to move inside of me, our breaths becoming heavier and our moans more urgent. He wrapped his arms around me, cupping my breasts, pulling me closer still, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
“I already know you’ll be everything I need,” I whispered. “You already are.”
“Forever.”
“Forever,” I echoed, my heart swelling with love for this man. “Forever.”
His thrusts became more frantic, his breaths more ragged as he brought us closer to our climaxes. I felt a warmth building deep within me, a sensation unlike any other I had ever experienced with him. My body responded to the intensity of our love for each other. It was all-consuming, tearing down my walls and replacing them with his love. I moaned softly with each thrust as his hips moved against me. I was floating, carried away by the euphoria flowing through my veins.
My muscles tensed, and I cried out his name, shaking at the peak of my orgasm, and his grip tightened as his own release filled me.
It was the night of The Ceremony, and my reflection in the mirror taunted me as my stomach churned with nerves. I was forbidden from seeing Archer until the ritual started. Kai and Theo, my designated escorts, would walk me to where The Ceremony would be held, and I had no idea what to expect. Archer and I hadn't discussed it since our earlier conversation, but I could only think about being with him. Completing whatever twisted ritual they had planned and finally being together. I knew The Ceremony was reserved only for those deemed worthy of marriage by The Brotherhood, so I tried to focus on the bigger picture. I was the first Chosen in several years to be brought through The Ceremony as a future wife to one of the brothers. The previous Brotherhood members eventually graduated and moved on, some with wives and others alone. It was considered an honor to be Chosen and even more so to become more than just a fuck buddy.
My father had called me hundreds of times since the banquet, and I ignored each one. I was still angry at him, and at the point I was at, I didn’t care if I never spoke to him again. I knew he would try to convince me that he was the good guy, and that I was being dramatic, but I knew exactly who I was and where I wanted to be for the first time in my life. As long as I had Archer, I would be okay.
Running my fingers over the engagement ring on my finger, I opened the red card left on top of my immaculate white dress.
Inside, it read:
“You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.”
-Archer
Smiling, I put on the carefully chosen white dress, letting it fall to my ankles. Laurent appeared behind me, holding a white crown, vines twisted into band-like thorns. He set it on my head, and I turned to face him.
“You look beautiful as always, Mila.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t be nervous. Once this is over, I’ll dress you up for the masquerade, and you’ll be the belle of the ball, just like you were meant to be.”
“You always know what to say to make me feel better. I am so glad to have you.”
“Always. Now, let’s get you covered up. Kai and Theo are waiting for you.” He pulled the veil over my face, and I followed him downstairs, where Kai and Theo stood at the front door. They were both dressed in black robes and hoods and held their devil masks in their hands.
Theo held out his arm. “Ready to play the part, Mila?”
I nodded and accepted both of their arms. They led me outside and into the maze. The fog enveloped us like a thick blanket, muffling the sounds and casting an eerie glow on the twisted hedges. The path we walked was familiar yet different that night, the shadows playing tricks on my eyes. I clutched Kai and Theo tightly, relying on their guidance through the maze. The moon produced an eerie glow over the towering hedges, casting long shadows that seemed to dance as we walked. As we approached the mausoleum, torches were lit, and the door was open, waiting for me to enter.
“Mila, before we take you in, we want you to know that whatever happens down there, we are loyal to Archer and you. If you decide you can’t follow the rites of The Brotherhood, we will give our lives for you and Archer to have a chance,” Theo said before putting on his mask.
“Agreed,” Kai replied, donning his mask.
“I appreciate you both. There will be no dying today. I know what is expected of me.”
“Hey,” Theo grabbed my arm, stopping me from heading inside. “Please know that we won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the threshold of the mausoleum. The air inside was cold and heavy, sending a shiver down my spine. I walked down the stone stairs into a bigger room, surprised to see it open into a space I didn’t expect. The mausoleum was not just a dark, dusty tomb, but a room filled with rows of church pews and an altar at its center. Figures in black robes and white masks lined the pews, their eyes fixed on me with intense scrutiny. The room was lit by flickering candles, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. At the center of the room stood Archer, dressed in black ceremonial robes like Kai and Theo, his face obscured by his gold devil’s mask. The air was heavy with incense, and the sound of a low, haunting chant in Latin filled the room.
I could feel the weight of everyone’s gazes on me as I made my way down the aisle, flanked by Kai and Theo. Archer's piercing eyes locked onto mine as I made my way to him, my heart pounding. The weight of the moment pressed down on me like a boulder, threatening to crush me under its enormity. I squared my shoulders and marched forward, knowing there was no turning back. The members of The Brotherhood watched in silence, their masked faces unreadable.
A sense of calm washed over me as I approached the altar where Archer stood. His presence anchored me in a way that nothing else could. Without exchanging a word, we knelt before the altar, our hands clasped together. The officiant, a tall figure draped in crimson robes, raised a gleaming silver chalice and began reciting ancient words reverberating off the stone walls.
Archer's grip on my hands tightened, grounding me in reality as the world around us seemed to blur. The weight of his love surrounded me like a shield, protecting me from the unknown. And in that moment, I only saw him.
The officiant's voice rose and fell like a haunting lullaby, the words weaving a tapestry of fate that bound Archer and me together in ways deeper than I could fathom. As the final words of the ancient ritual echoed through the chamber, the flames in the braziers flickered and danced, casting an ethereal glow over us.
Archer rose from his kneeling position, pulling me up with him. With a soft touch, he lifted my veil, revealing his eyes full of vulnerability. Our eyes locked, and I felt as though the world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us standing in the center of the room. The weight of The Ceremony and its significance pressed down on me, but looking into Archer’s eyes, I found an unspoken reassurance that everything would be alright. His thumb brushed lightly against my cheek, his touch warm against my skin, grounding me in the present. Without breaking eye contact, he spoke in a strong and gentle voice, “Mila, from the moment I met you, I knew you were my destiny. I bind myself to you. My body. My mind. My soul. I am yours, and you are mine. If death comes for me, I shall wait for you. We shall not part in this life or the next.”
He nodded, his eyes blazing with unspoken intensity, signaling for me to repeat the vow he made to me.
I nodded back, looking at his eyes that sparkled with unshed tears. I saw the depth of his emotions laid bare, his love for me shining through the mask of stoicism he usually wore.
“Archer, I bind myself to you. My body. My mind. My soul. I am yours, and you are mine. If death comes for me, I shall wait for you. We shall not part in this life or the next.”
The officiant stepped forward with a golden knife with intricate designs on the blade. Archer accepted it, his gaze never leaving mine. As he pressed the sharp edge against my bottom lip, I felt a slight sting before my warm blood began to trickle down my chin. Taking the knife from him, I mirrored the action.
Without a word, he lunged forward and crushed his lips against mine in a kiss that spoke volumes, sealing our bond in a way that transcended mere words. The metallic taste of blood coated our tongues as we devoured each other. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the moment as the world around us faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on mine.
When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, something flickered in Archer's eyes—a hunger that matched my own, a primal need that transcended the bounds of reason. Without a word, he took my hand and led me to the edge of the altar.
Archer leaned in close, his warm breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "I love you, Mila. No matter what happens next, remember that."
I whispered back, barely a breath, “I love you too, Archer. Always.” Our gazes locked once more, the moment's intensity hanging heavy in the air around us. With a reverence that bordered on sacred, he began to undo the intricate clasps of my dress, each movement deliberate and careful. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me bare before him—both physically and emotionally. His touch was electric against my skin, igniting a fire that blazed through every fiber of my being.
As he shed his robes, revealing the sculpted contours of his body, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The flickering torchlight danced across his skin, highlighting every ridge, tattoo, and plane in a play of light and shadow. At that moment, he was no longer just Archer, but a god-made flesh, a being of raw power and desire. He laid me down gently on the smooth stone surface, and the heat between us grew palpable as he lowered himself over me, our bodies fitting together like two flames merging into one.
With a hunger that bordered on desperation, he claimed my lips once more in a kiss that left me breathless. I looked away from him when I saw Theo and Kai approach us. At the same time, the members of The Brotherhood stood in solemn silence around us, their masked faces giving nothing away as they watched the culmination of The Ceremony unfold.
Kai and Theo pulled off their robes, letting them fall to their feet, letting me see their nakedness. I gasped in surprise, unsure what to do or where to look. The tension in the room skyrocketed as Kai and Theo locked eyes with Archer, a silent understanding passing between them.
The officiant's voice cut through the charged atmosphere, his words resonating with a spiritual power that sent shivers down my spine. “In the presence of The Brotherhood, we bear witness to this union of souls,” he intoned, his eyes glinting with desire. “Let the bonds of brotherhood forged this night be unbreakable, let the love between these two be eternal, and may their souls be forever intertwined.”
Kai and Theo knelt beside us, their gazes steady and unwavering. I searched Archer’s eyes and found nothing, but desire reflected back at me. As I lay there, vulnerable and exposed, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Archer’s touch on my skin sent a jolt of electricity through me. His hands traced patterns of fire and ice, leaving a trail of sensation in their wake. Kai and Theo mirrored his movements, their caresses adding to the dizzying whirl of pleasure and anticipation that enveloped me.
I closed my eyes, letting myself be consumed by the sensations, by the heady mix of desire and uncertainty that coursed through my veins. The touch of three different sets of hands on my body ignited a fire within me, threatening to engulf me in intensity. My breath came in short gasps, my heart pounding as I surrendered to the moment.
Archer’s lips found mine once more, his kiss possessive and urgent. I felt him push himself inside of me, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his back. He continued to kiss me, his lips finding every sensitive spot on my neck and ears. I moaned softly, my body arching against him. His teeth gently grazed my skin, leaving a trail of wetness that made me shiver in the cold air .
Kai and Theo gently moved to my sides, their hands tracing patterns across my body. Their touches were different but just as electrifying as Archer's. I felt their fingers explore every inch of me, from my shoulders to my hips and back again. I knew that Archer wasn’t ready to share me, and I wasn’t prepared either. But both of us had a role to play, and I’d be damned if I let these gray-balled fucks take him from me. I sat up, pushing Archer on his back, and I straddled him, letting him stretch me as he entered me again. I leaned forward and kissed him, hoping to breathe into him the depth of my love for him and only him. I looked into his eyes, seeing the fire that burned in them, matching mine. He understood my message, and I felt his body respond. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, deeper.
I looked at Kai first, his eyes dark with unspoken desire, and I touched his face gently, whispering a comforting message of consent. His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss me. His lips were soft and tender, but I could feel the passion simmering beneath the surface. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the silken strands between my fingers as our tongues danced together.
Next, I turned to Theo, whose eyes were filled with longing and reverence. I touched his cheek, feeling the rough stubble against my skin. His gaze was intense, and I could sense a deep affection within him. I leaned in, pulling him toward me, and our lips met. Theo’s kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with a tenderness that took my breath away. His hands gently cradled my face, and I could feel the warmth of his touch as his lips traced the contours of my lips, my cheeks, and my neck. Archer still moved inside of me, his fingers gripping my hips possessively as if he feared losing me if he loosened his hold.
Theo moved around behind me while Kai took his place in front of me. I leaned forward enough to expose myself to Theo. Theo grabbed onto my hips and gently spread my cheeks apart. The sound of his spit hitting my skin echoed in the room before he thrust himself inside me, causing me to gasp and squirm from the intense sensation of being filled by him.
His thrusts were slow and deep, almost painful, but I knew it was all part of the ritual. I looked over at Kai, who was stroking his erection, watching the scene in front of him. Archer was still inside me, and his grip on my hips tightened as he felt Theo enter me from behind.
Kai moved closer to me, his erection close to my face. I took him in my hand, stroking him gently as he watched the three of us. A droplet of pre-cum glistened on the tip, and I licked it, tasting his saltiness. Kai groaned, his eyes closing as he watched me pleasure him. I took him in my mouth, savoring his taste as his hands tangled in my hair. The rhythm of his hips matched Theo’s behind me, and I could feel Archer’s growing urgency inside of me. My body was on fire, and I moaned around Kai’s cock as I felt the wave of pleasure building.
Archer couldn't take it anymore. As I moaned around Kai's cock, Archer's grip on my hips tightened, and he thrust himself deeper and emptied himself inside me. My body convulsed as an orgasm tore through me, my walls clamping down on Archer's cock as I cried out. Kai's hips bucked, his cock throbbing in my mouth, and I felt his climax join mine as he spilled his essence onto my tongue and into my throat.
Theo continued to thrust behind me, maintaining a steady rhythm, his hands wrapped around my waist, keeping me steady. As his thrusting intensified, I felt a rush of warm liquid surge into my ass, signaling his climax. With a final cry, I collapsed on Archer, my body spent and wrung out.
The officiant's voice broke the silence again. "In this moment of union, we bear witness to the sacrament of the flesh. May your bond be unbreakable and your love everlasting."
Archer's arms tightened around me, his heart pounding against my chest. Gritting my teeth, I endured the pain and humiliation as men in masks watched as my friends were forced to take advantage of me. But even in that moment of utter degradation, my loyalty to Archer remained unshaken. I would do whatever it took to prove my love for him, even if it meant being reduced to nothing but a vessel for pleasure. As I lay there, battered and broken, hot tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t give those bastards the satisfaction of seeing me break. My only solace was knowing that Archer stood above them all, the true master of my body and soul.
As the men in masks dispersed, satisfied with what they witnessed, I lay there, spent and vulnerable, Archer's arms still wrapped around me as we both struggled to catch our breath.
Archer's voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, "I love you. Nothing will ever come between us, no matter what they have done to you or me."
I looked into his eyes, my own still filled with tears, but I managed a weak smile. "And I love you, Archer. More than life itself. We will face whatever comes our way together."
Kai and Theo, now naked and spent, lay beside us, their eyes filled with a mixture of awe and respect. It was clear that they had never witnessed such a display of love and loyalty before. Archer broke the silence, addressing them both.
"Go and make sure that everything is set for the ball. I’ll get Mila back to the house.”
“Mila, I’m so sorry,” Theo said, kneeling before me.
“You are stronger than anyone I’ve ever met,” Kai followed.
“Don’t be sorry. We all did what had to be done, but let’s leave it here and never speak about it again,” I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion as I wiped away the tears that had finally fallen.
Archer stood up, lifting me in his arms, and together, we walked out of the room, leaving behind the echoes of our love and our pain.