26. Lilian
Lilian
O ne moment I’m dipped in a dark decadent pleasure as Arson owns my body, stretching me, claiming for the first time and the next everything around me implodes. I’m not sure what is happening when we crash against the floor in a tangle of naked limbs and violent intention. All I know is pain radiates across my skull when my head cracks against the wet concrete.
“Fucking bastard!” Arson’s deep voice thunders around me. “Couldn’t handle someone else claiming what you were too cowardly to take for yourself, huh?”
“She was never yours to claim.” Aries’s response is nothing but growl.
A moment later, I hear the meaty thud of fists hitting flesh.
I struggle to orient myself and make sense of the blur of identical bodies grappling above me. Aries and Arson—mirror images locked in a murderous struggle, water streaming down their naked forms and making it nearly impossible to distinguish who is who. I have to stop them before someone gets hurt. Slowly, I roll to my side and push up off the floor.
My ears register a faint hissing sound, and a moment later, a cloud smelling faintly of chemicals rolls out the open door of Aries’s cell.
What the hell? I gasp reflexively, drawing the vapor deep into my lungs.
It tastes sweet and smoky on my tongue as it moves through my body, bringing with it the sensation of warmth. Another breath, and more of the sweet air fills my lungs.
“Don’t breathe it in!” one of them shouts—Aries, I think—but his warning comes too late. Rational thinking has already slipped through the cracks, my senses heightened in a way that’s completely abnormal.
What is wrong with me?
My nose wrinkles as more of that sweet smoke filters into the room. Reality slips further and further from my grasp. The world shifts, edges blurring, colors intensifying.
My skin prickles with hypersensitivity, every drop of water sliding down my naked body feeling like a deliberate caress. A small gasp escapes me, my core tightening around nothing. I’m hollow, empty. I need them, need him—need to be fucked.
Red-hot desire ripples through me, and I instinctively lift my hips and arch my back, seeking relief, my nipples hardening almost painfully against the cool air.
The twins continue their battle, but now their movements appear to be choreographed, beautiful in their violence.
Stop them! a voice screams inside my head .
I can’t make my body obey. My gaze is fixated on the flex of muscles, the slick slide of skin on skin, and the animalistic grunts of exertion that each of them makes.
The sounds, the tension—it only intensifies my need.
Aries’s fist connects with Arson’s jaw. Fear. It’s a normal response. I should be afraid, but I’m not. The chemicals seem to have bypassed all normal inhibitions, leaving only raw, primal need in its place. My cunt throbs, empty and aching where Arson just was.
All I can think about is filling that ache. It’s impossible to hide or control. It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience, my hands moving of their own accord, caressing my skin, sliding down over my stomach. Stopping only once they reach the space between my thighs that pulses with its own heartbeat.
Need to touch. Need release. Need something, anything to ease this burning.
“Mine,” one of them snarls—Aries, maybe.
I briefly notice the blood dripping down his temple, and how wild with rage his eyes are, a deeper primal need filling them when he finds me with my thighs spread, calling him to me. The chemical haze makes everything appear dreamlike.
Is this really real? I arch my back, a silent invitation I’d never consciously offer.
My hand slips between my thighs, and I moan with satisfaction, moving my fingers through my drenched folds. I know this is wrong, that I’m not myself right now, but I can’t be bothered by any of those thoughts, not with this desperate hunger flowing through my veins.
“Fuck,” I whimper, fingers circling my clit, seeking relief from the unbearable tension that’s building inside. The slick, obscene sounds of my fingers moving against my pussy seem louder in the chaos.
More. I need more. Spreading my legs wider, I slip two fingers inside my tight pussy. It feels so good I could cry, even if it’s not the same as when Arson filled me.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watch the twins grappling, my pleasure building.
Their beautiful, identical bodies are locked in this brutal dance—blood covering their faces, muscles straining, teeth bared in primal aggression. I fuck myself faster, fingers pumping in and out as I chase a release that seems simultaneously within reach and impossibly distant.
I’m delirious with need.
“Aries,” I call out to him.
A loud crack fills my ears as one brother slams the other against the wall—Aries gaining advantage over Arson. The impact is enough to momentarily stun Arson.
In a blur of movement, Aries is above me, his body blocking out the light.
Yes. I need you. Want you.
The same desperation I feel is reflected in his eyes. Knowing what I need, his lips crash against mine. His kiss is nothing like Arson’s controlled, calculated movements. This is raw desperation, teeth scraping lips, tongue demanding entry. The coppery tang of blood bursts on my tongue. His or mine, I don’t know—it doesn’t matter.
Not when I’ve waited so long for this moment to occur. For him to kiss me back, for him to want me with the same fervor I desire him. Red hot pleasure fills me, and I gasp into his mouth, my fingers working frantically between my legs.
Then suddenly he pulls away, breaking the kiss and severing our connection. I whimper in frustration. No. I need him. “Please don’t stop…” I beg, clinging to his body.
What I realize then is he’s watching me, his eyes staring between my legs. With barely contained rage he grabs my wrist and yanks it back. I don’t get the chance to ask him what he’s doing, not when his thick fingers replace mine and give me my answer. A cry of both pleasure and pain escapes me when he pulls out and thrust back inside me roughly.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips, his fingers curling within me to find a spot that makes my back arch off the wet floor. “Always been mine.” His free hand fumbles with the button of his soaked pants, and seconds later he’s kicking them off with desperate need.
Then he’s completely naked, and the heavy weight of his cock comes to rest against my thigh. His cock is identical to his brother’s, yet somehow different—hotter, more urgent. I never want this moment between us to end.
“Need to be inside you,” he pants, positioning himself between my spread thighs. “Can’t be gentle. Won’t be. Need to erase him. Need to make you mine.”
Raw hunger claws its way to the surface. Our first time wasn’t supposed to be like this, but I’d rather have this than nothing at all.
“Please,” I dig my nails into his shoulders, both to stop him from pulling away and to encourage him to keep going. “Fuck me, Aries. Make me yours.”
Hearing me say his name triggers something primal in him.
His eyes—so like his brother’s yet burning with a different fire—lock on mine as he positions his thick cock at my entrance.
“Mine,” he grunts before slamming all the way inside me.
Pain singes my insides, my muscles tightening as he claims my heart and soul with one brutal thrust. Tears prick at the back of my eyes, yet all I can do is sink my nails deeper into his flesh, marking him as he marks me.
A cry of desperation, of pain lodges itself in my throat.
It hurts so bad, like he’s trying to imprint himself on the inside of my body.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me in place. The searing pain dissipates as he pulls out but returns with a vengeance when he slams back inside me.
“Worth it, worth everything. So tight, so warm. Perfection.”
The air is driven from my lungs with the intensity of his thrusts, and while pain registers in my mind, the chemical haze transforms the pain into something else—not quite pleasure, but a burning fullness that satisfies the desperate need to be filled. His cock stretches me beyond comfort, and the slight tear from my broken hymen adds an added burn to each thrust. In a way, it feels like he’s ripping me apart and putting me back together again.
“Mine,” he chants against my neck, teeth scraping the sensitive flesh. “Mine, mine, mine.” The more he says it, the more brutal his pace becomes. It’s like an animal has been unlasheed. He’s nothing like the controlled seduction I’d imagined during years of secret fantasies. This is possession, pure and raw.
“Aries.” I don’t know if I’m saying his name to stop him or tell him to keep going, but my body has a mind of its own. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist involuntarily encouraging him to go deeper, to claim me as deeply as he can.
“Say it again,” he demands, while one of his hands tangles painfully in my hair. “Say my fucking name.”
“Aries,” I repeat, the word a broken sob as he grazes something dark and sinister inside me. Something that sparks every nerve ending in my body.
“Not his,” he growls, pace quickening if that’s even possible. “Never his. Only mine.”
I rake my nails down his back, the warmth of his blood beneath my fingertips exciting me. Knowing I’m inflicting pain upon him, it should cut through the haze, alert my senses but instead, it heightens everything—each sensation growing more intense, more overwhelming.
I’m climbing higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the finish line. Aries can sense it, and his hand moves from my hair down to my throat, circling it like a necklace. He squeezes just enough, the pressure blending with pleasure, while his cock rips me apart, forcing my body to accept him.
I’m being claimed, marked, ruined—and some dark part of me revels in it.
“You’re. Mine,” he snarls in my face, his eyes dark, his features tight.
I barely recognize him as the man who I’ve slowly fallen in love with over the past couple of years.
“Please,” I gasp, needing just a little bit more.
The moment shatters with explosive violence when Aries is forcibly removed from my body by Arson, who tackles him, a murderous rage in his eyes. Their bodies collide in a cosmic way, rolling across the wet floor.
“You’re a fucking animal,” Arson snarls, his fist connecting with Aries’s jaw.
“And you’re just a pretty replacement,” Aries spits back, blood spraying from his split lip.
“I should kill you,” Arson says, lunging at his brother.
Run. Get help.
The thought penetrates the fog of arousal briefly, only to be swept away by another wave of need. I’m back to feeling hollow again, aching with need in the absence of Aries’s cock. I press my thighs together, seeking friction, relief, anything to ease the burning hunger. I was so close, so fucking close. Through the red haze of desire, I’m left helpless to watch them fight—two versions of the same face, one marked by years of captivity, the other by years of institutional control. And me, spread open and wanting between them, unable to tell which I crave more. Arson gains the upper hand with a vicious elbow to Aries’s temple, sending his brother crashing into the wall. The impact is enough to momentarily stun Aries, leaving him slumped against the concrete.
“Enough games,” Arson snarls, wiping blood from his mouth as he stalks back toward me. His eyes rake over my sprawled form—legs still spread, pussy glistening with arousal and tinged with blood from Aries’s rough claim.
Instead of disgust, his expression darkens with renewed hunger.
“He hurt you,” Arson observes, dropping to his knees between my thighs. His fingers trace the smear of blood on my inner thigh, coming away stained crimson. “Always the animal. No control.”
I should feel shame at being examined so clinically, but the chemicals still racing through my system transform everything into heightened sensation. His touch sends shivers across my skin, my hips lifting involuntarily toward his hand.
“Please,” I whimper, beyond pride or reason. “Need... need...”
“Need what?” Arson’s voice drops lower, thumb circling my clit with precise pressure that makes me cry out. “Need to be filled again? Need to be fucked properly?”
“Yes,” I gasp, arching as he slides two fingers inside me, testing my readiness.
“Still so tight,” he murmurs, working me open with deliberate movements so different from Aries’s frantic claiming. “Even after he tried to ruin you.”
He positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging where I’m swollen and sensitive. Unlike Aries, he eases forward slowly, watching my face as he claims me inch by careful inch.
“That’s it,” he encourages as my body yields to him. “Take all of me.”
The stretch burns slightly, my tissues still tender from Aries’s brutal entry, but Arson’s controlled pace allows me to adjust. He fills me completely, bottoming out with a groan that vibrates through his chest.
“You are mine.” He echoes his brother’s claim, but where Aries was desperate, Arson is matter-of-fact. A statement of ownership.
He begins to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, hitting places inside me that make my vision blur. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper, my body responding despite the lingering pain.
“Look,” he commands, one hand reaching between us to where we’re joined. His fingers come away with a mixture of blood and arousal. “Virgin blood. Mine to take. Mine to claim.”
The sight should horrify me, but in my altered state, it feels like a primitive marking. My walls clench around him at the thought, drawing a hiss of pleasure from his lips.
“That’s it,” he encourages, pace increasing. “Take what he couldn’t give you. Take what only I can.”
His thrusts grow harder, deeper, the controlled rhythm faltering as pleasure builds. I’m stretched around him, filled completely, the pain and pleasure inseparable as he reclaims what his brother tried to take.
A roar of vicious fury is the only warning we get that Aries isn’t done yet, and seconds later, he slams into Arson. The impact sends Arson to his knees, and he loses his grip on me. Pain ricochets up my spine when I land against the concrete.
Aries is more strategic and less wild this time. He drives his knee into Arson’s stomach, following it with a vicious uppercut that snaps his brother’s head back. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh echoes in the corridor as they trade blows.
“Touch her again, and I’ll fucking kill you,” Aries promises, voice deadly calm as he pins Arson against the wall, his forearm pressed to his throat.
Some of the arousal dissipates as fear slowly trickles into my mind. I think he might actually do it—might crush his twin’s windpipe while I watch. At the last moment, something changes his mind, and instead, he slams Arson’s head against the concrete hard enough to daze but not kill.
Before I can react, his attention is back on me.
I’m so used to his careful distance and pitiful glances that seeing him with the curtain pulled back, exposing the beast he’s kept hidden for so long, makes it impossible for me to look away. Those bright hazel eyes are wild, fury and possession driving him to the point of insanity. He fists his cock with one hand, stroking the organ hard.
One hand circles my ankle, and with brutal efficiency, he flips me onto my stomach.
“On your knees,” he commands, yanking my hips upward.
I comply, my body responding to his dominance even as my mind struggles to keep pace. The heavy thud of my heartbeat fills my ears, accelerating with fear and unwanted arousal.
“Please,” I beg, though whether I’m asking him to stop fighting or end this miserable burn that’s threatening to consume me from the inside out, I don’t know. “Aries, please. Enough.”
He has his own answer and positions himself behind me. The blunt head of his cock is pressed firmly against my entrance. One hand tangles in my hair, and he tugs my head back sharply, my scalp screaming from his tight grip.
“You want it to end?” he growls against my ear. “Then let me finish it.”
His words are the only warning I get before he’s thrusting forward, entering me in one smooth stroke, driving himself deeper than it feels even possible in this new position.
All I can do is cry out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wet floor as he begins a relentless rhythm.
“Stop fighting it,” he commands, his grip on my hair tightening while his hips slap against my ass with each thrust. “Stop pretending you don’t want this, that you don’t want me.”
Each word is punctuated by a brutal stroke that pushes me forward on the concrete. The position is animalistic and degrading, yet my body responds, inner walls gripping him tightly as he pounds into me.
“Just—make it—stop,” I gasp between thrusts, tears mixing with the water on my face. “Please, I can’t—I can’t?—”
“Can’t what?” His body looms above mine, his chest pressing against my back, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “Can’t admit how much you love being fucked like an animal? Being fucked by me? How many years have you wanted this, Lilian? How long did you lay in bed at night wishing I was fucking this tight pussy?”
There’s a tenacious truth behind his words, and I hate it. Even now, shame burns hot in my veins—because he’s right. I have wanted this. Fantasized about it through years of careful distance and polite rejection.
“Just end it,” I sob. My body betrays me, pleasure building despite the ache in my chest. “Please, Aries, just make it stop.”
“I’ll make it stop,” Aries promises, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. “After you come on my cock.”
His hand slides around to find my clit, fingers circling with unexpected precision. The dual assault—his cock stretching me from behind while his fingers work the sensitive bundle of nerves—sends shock waves of unwanted pleasure up my spine.
“No,” I protest weakly, even as my hips push back against him instinctively.
“Yes,” he insists, fingers quickening their pace. “Your pain…your pleasure. It’s all mine. You’re mine.”
“No. You don’t…you never wanted me,” I sob.
“I’ve always wanted you,” he snarls in my ear. “I’ve always watched, waiting for the day I could have you, the day my darkness wouldn’t taint you. It’s too late for that now.”
“I can’t.” I grit my teeth even though I know I can and will shatter for him.
“You can, and you will. You were mine before you were ever his. Give me what you never gave him. Give it to me.” His hips continue their punishing rhythm, each thrust hitting something deep inside that makes fireworks explode behind my eyelids. The chemicals in my system amplify every sensation, turning even the rough scrape of concrete against my knees into something erotic. “Fuck, yes. I want your pleasure; surrender yourself to me.”
I fight it—fight the building tension and the wave threatening to crash over me. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. Not with violence and chemicals and twin brothers using my body as their battleground.
“I know you can feel it,” he encourages as my body begins to tighten around him. “Your cunt is tightening, the pleasure building, becoming unbearable. Let go. Give yourself to me, Lilian.” My resistance crumbles when Aries changes his angle, the head of his cock dragging perfectly against my inner walls while his fingers maintain their relentless assault on my clit. “Come for me,” he demands, teeth sinking into my shoulder hard enough to break skin. “Fucking come for me now.”
The pain of his bite is the final trigger.
Pleasure overtakes my body with devastating force, and I convulse around his invading cock. I can barely breathe, the air in my lungs stilling while every nerve ending explodes. A scream builds in my throat—the sound pure animal, raw anguish, and unrecognizable as my own voice when it meets my ears.
“Good girl,” Aries growls, hips jerking erratically as my inner walls milk him. “Feel that…feel my cum filling your pussy. That makes you mine.”
Warmth fills me as he empties himself deep, marking me in the most primitive way possible. Black spots appear in my vision, and I cling to consciousness, my body giving out on me. Aries holds me up, his body blanketing mine, the pressure of him at my back almost comforting. I suck a ragged breath into my lungs, the weight on my shoulders gone.
I’m free. No longer trapped by desires that I cannot experience or touch.
For a moment, we remain frozen in that tableau—his chest heaving against my back, his softening cock still buried inside me. A groan from across the room signals Arson’s return to consciousness.
Aries withdraws suddenly, the emptiness almost as shocking as the initial invasion. My body collapses to the floor at the loss of his support. Through blurry vision, I watch him climb to his feet and gather his soaked pants off the floor.
Wait, where is he going?
There’s a new purpose to his movements. Gone is the frantic possession seen moments before, replaced with something colder and calculated.
“Aries?” I whisper, voice wrecked.
He pauses and looks down at me. I can’t read his expression, and I think for a second he might say something, might acknowledge what just happened, but he doesn’t. He walks away without a single backward glance. No hesitation. Just abandonment as complete and absolute as his possession had been.
Tears fill my eyes, cascading down my cheeks without permission.
Shame. Fear. Guilt. All the emotions bombard me at once as I curl into myself on the wet concrete. The chemical haze finally begins to recede, leaving clarity in its wake. The insides of my thighs are slick with blood and semen, further evidence of the battle that ensued.
Was I nothing but a trophy to be won?
The world darkens at the edges, consciousness slipping away as the full weight of what just happened presses down on me. The last thing I see before darkness claims me completely is Arson struggling to his feet, blood trailing down his face from a gash on his forehead, and his eyes locked on his brother’s retreating form.