30. Ophelia
OPHELIA
I am floating down from a blissful high as Cain gently pulls out of me. I’m sore between my legs and press my thighs together, trying to ease the ache.
Roman walks out of the room, still wearing his mask, and comes back a moment later with something in his hands.
He kneels right between my legs and gently pushes my thighs apart. He strokes the warm, damp cloth between my legs, carefully cleaning me. This feels so shocking, more so than the sex. It’s intimate beyond all belief, and I feel his gaze eating up every single millimeter of skin.
When he’s finished, he steps back and takes the washcloth to a sink on the far wall.
He runs it under a tap, then takes a mason jar from a shelf. He wrings the cloth out, and I gasp in mortification as my blood, and the water, run into the jar.
Why is he doing that?
Roman puts a lid on the jar and turns to me. “Thank you for giving us this gift. I’ve taken some of your maidenhead blood in case we need stronger magic to protect you in the future.”
He plucks a small metal tin from a shelf and heads back to me. I’d automatically closed my legs the moment he’d finished wiping me clean. His clinical demeanor is embarrassing.
“Open your legs, Ophelia,” he orders.
I do as he says, and Roman dips two fingers into the pot and sweeps a thick balm over my pussy.
It’s cool, but I gasp at him touching me in such a way, as he hasn’t at any point before.
I’ve only just climaxed, and I’m still sore, but it sends electrical jolts of desire through me.
He seems to pay extra attention to my inner folds, his gaze glued down there, as he smooths the ointment onto my skin, tracing every inch.
He even dips the tip of his finger inside me a couple of times, and his breathing grows ragged.
He clears his throat and stands abruptly. “That will soothe you.” He places the tin on the shelf again. “Malachi, you have something you want to offer her?” Roman crosses his arms and leans against the wall, watching. Always watching.
“I was going to fuck her,” Malachi says.
He’s pulled the smooth, white mask back down fully over his face.
“No,” Roman commands. “She’s too sore for that. But you can give her your seed. While we are in this sacred space.”
Malachi turns his face in my direction. “Do you want that?”
Do I? I’m not entirely sure what it means, but I know I want more of this—more of the four of us together.
Roman keeps hinting this is the only time it will happen, and I don’t want it to end yet.
I want that connection with Malachi. I want to know what his cock looks like and hear the sounds he makes when he comes.
I nod, my mouth dry. “Yes, I do.”
Mal glances at Roman. “Where?”
“On her breasts and stomach,” Roman answers.
Malachi kneels over me, straddling my hips, and he pulls his cock out of his black jeans. It’s hard, not as thick as Cain’s, but long, and deep red at the end.
“I’m going to come all over these pretty tits,” he says. “Mark you with my cum.”
I’m boneless from my amazing orgasm, so I smile lazily at him. “Do it.”
Cain has dressed, and he stands by Roman, watching. The two of them, with their eyes on me from behind their masks, make me nervous. I’m so exposed to them like this. They can see everything about me, but I can’t even see their expressions.
Malachi edges his knees a little farther up on either side of my body, his erect cock leading the way. I wonder if he’s going to put it in my mouth, or perhaps squeeze it between my tits, but he reaches toward my face. He doesn’t touch my cheek, though; it’s my hair he sifts through his fingers.
“Can I wrap your hair around my cock?” His voice is harsh.
My hair? I’m puzzled, but I don’t mind, so I nod. He grips a big handful and wraps it around his hard, straining flesh.
“Oh, fuck. Ophelia. Like fucking silk.”
As he moves his hand, my long hair slides up and down over his hard length. The movement tugs a little on my scalp, but I don’t mind. I love seeing him like this. I lie still, letting him use me, or at least use my hair, to give himself the pleasure he’s chasing.
His legs start to tense and relax, the muscles bulging under the denim.
“I want to lie under you one day while you trail this fucking beautiful hair all over me,” he says.
I guess he really likes my hair.
He lets go of my hair suddenly, brushing it back around my shoulders and fanned out around my head on the carpet.
When he takes hold of his cock again, his fist grips it hard, and he grunts as his hips buck up into his hand.
He pushes his other hand into his jeans, moving the material down, and I see that he’s gripping his balls.
The way he touches himself is so rough and needy it gets me excited all over again.
I thought I was done for the night, but my pussy is getting that pleasurable ache at the harsh way Malachi pleasures himself.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.”
A huge arc of cum spurts from his slit. It hits my face, hot and wet, and I gasp in shock.
He aims his cock at my breasts, and the next spurt hits my nipples. He comes all over them and sags forward, gasping.
“Fuck, Ophelia,” he says.
“I didn’t do anything,” I point out with a soft laugh.
“Rub it in,” Roman orders.
Malachi gives one last tug to his cock, and groans as he squeezes the head hard, and I’m fascinated to watch one last drop push out over his thumb.
He puts himself away and does up his zipper.
Then he slowly massages all his cum into my skin, paying extra attention to my nipples.
As he does so, Roman pushes away from the wall, and picks up a handful of flowers from the sideboard.
He gently places them on my bare stomach. “These are lotus flowers, and they signify being born anew. Rebirth, if you will. We’ve taken the negative energy away, but now you’ve been given Malachi and Cain’s seed, and I give you these flowers. They will help you step into your new life.”
It’s touching the way he so carefully puts the flowers down on my flesh.
“Have you heard his voice at all since we’ve started?” he asks.
I realize with a jolt that I haven’t. I grin and prop myself up on my elbows so I can look around at the other two men.
Malachi has put himself away and tidied his clothes. He’s leaning against the wall, and Cain is sitting on the couch. Both of them watch me for my response.
I shake my head. “I haven’t heard anything.”
Roman nods. “That’s good. Very good. It seems our work here has helped.” He takes one last look at me. Lying on my back, flowers balanced on my stomach, then turns on his heel and walks to the door.
“Clean everything up when you’re done.” He throws back the order behind him, his voice brusque, and rips off his mask.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Cain asks, removing his mask as well.
“For a walk. I need to clear my head.”
Roman leaves, shutting the door firmly behind him. I suddenly feel self-conscious. Foolish. As if I’ve done something wrong by having sex with Cain. Is Roman hurt? Angry?
Shivering, I wrap my arms over my chest.
“Let’s get you dressed. You must be tired. You’ve had a big night.” Cain helps me up with that sexy as sin smile of his. “You can stay here if you want.”
“Yes,” Malachi adds quickly. “Stay and sleep in the bed with us. You don’t want to be alone now, I’d imagine.”
I nod. “I’m really tired.”
The idea of being alone is overwhelming after everything that’s happened.
“I have some t-shirts here. You can borrow one.” Cain’s offer is kind, and his t-shirt will probably fit like a nightdress on me.
“How about I make us some hot chocolate?”
I raise my brow at Malachi, whose mask is now sitting on the countertop. “You have all these herbs and concoctions and then among it all, you’ve got hot chocolate?”
“Got to have some comfort items.” He shrugs. “Can’t call it a home without hot chocolate.”
I giggle at that. The tension is broken with Malachi’s suggestion, and I’m grateful.
He busies himself making the drinks, while I go with Cain to borrow a t-shirt. But I can’t help worrying about Roman. We pushed him to do this.
Is he going to be okay?