CHAPTER SEVEN
HELIA
My breath shuddered in the infinitely minute space between our lips. Kash froze, his strange, almost purple eyes in the odd lighting between night and faintly reflected street light boring through me. Rainwater dripped down his cheek, streaking the blood spattered across his pale flesh.
A breath. That’s all the reprieve I earned from their hunger before his mouth slammed into mine, crushing my body between theirs.
Fingers and hands that belonged to both of them wandered over my skin, their dual touch sweet and discovering at first but quickly devolving into gripping and tearing. The twins snarled over my flesh, sucking and licking and biting.
My body ached between them, months of forced deprivation–from them, because of them–bereft of touch and contact with any other human, anyone at all, left me a needy mess, desperate for anything they offered.
They killed for me.
A sacrifice gifted me on an altar of gravel and shattered glass.
The thought should have been abhorrent. I should have run screaming from them, ripped my hands from their grasp, found the nearest safe house and phone, and dialed 911.
I did nothing like that.
The strange thing about attending Rippton U was that we were all the same. Our families were wealthy enough to bend any law, hell, even break them. Sad to say, I could count my own parents in that quarter. This wasn’t my first body.
That happened when I was ten years old, prepubescent and crushing on Randy Grower, the boy of the moment in the fifth grade.
I came home, hoping for one of Mom’s special hot chocolates and a goss sesh.
Instead, I found myself holding plastic garbage bags, with oversized rubber gloves to my armpits, playing a macabre version of Tetris with human limbs as my mother hacked away on the kitchen floor, identity forever unknown because it didn’t matter.
I earned my special hot chocolate that day for the first time.
And many times after.
The knowledge I was about to be fucked between a pair of psychotic albino identical twins with a killer habit wasn’t such a far stretch.
My seraphs.
Key—or Kash, I couldn’t tell their touches apart when they were both as desperate in their roughened caresses as they made me—ripped my shirt from neckline to hem, shredding the thin fabric and lowered his mouth to my bare nipples.
Every bite and lick lifted me higher, the ache between my thighs intensifying.
As though reading my mind, he dropped his hands between my legs, clawing at my panties.
One long finger stroked between his frenzied grasp from behind, and my breath stalled in my throat.
Kash took the opportunity to capture my jaw in those long, knowing fingers, tilting my head back as he had when he bruised my mouth perfectly a moment before.
I’m as broken as they are.
Maybe not quite as twisted. But my head liked that they killed for me. What better profession of…love? Desire?...could a girl want?
Their words. Their touch.
And as they ripped me apart, they did just that.
Kash licked my lips, holding his mouth over mine. A thin stream of spit dribbled into my mouth as they played with my pussy, tugging and pulling roughly, stroking firmly. I squeezed my thighs together against the insistent ache, but Key tapped my cheek.
“Open,” he said firmly, prying my jaw wide as feet tapped my legs apart.
“Swallow.” Kash plunged two fingers inside me the moment I obeyed the command.
They swapped places and I cried into Key’s mouth, their touch melding again as he worked a finger inside me along with his brother’s.
The sensation of having two demanding lovers play with me at once was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
Pressure increased within me as one finger curled to torture the inside of my walls at the sensitive spot behind my belly, the others thrusting in and out at a punishing pace my over sensitized body couldn’t compete with.
“Is this how you fuck, too?” I gasped, arching into the dual touch, hovering somewhere between the edge of my orgasm and falling off an unseen precipice.
Don’t let me fall.
Please catch me.
“You want us together?” one twin murmured into my mouth.
I nodded with my eyes closed, unsure who I kissed.
“Like this?”
I suffered the insertion of another finger inside my slit, my arousal coating us all as they moved in tandem, stroking inside me, working with, then against each other.
I wondered who would be the first to get off if those fingers were cocks.
That erotic thought of the brothers spilling their cum bare in my pussy and coating my thighs broke me.
The shudders came first, then a scream one of them swallowed, both men grinding hard against me, pinning me between unyielding bodies.
The heel of a hand slammed over my clit, setting off a second round of pulses that overtook me.
I bore down, my legs giving out with the intensity of pleasure that consumed me.
“That’s it, pretty Alice,” Kash murmured.
“Fuck our fingers,” Key encouraged.
They worked harder, my orgasm never ending, until I opened my eyes and stared up at the stars between the utilitarian buildings. A slice of beauty, diamonds set in midnight velvet surrounded by the hardness of ruined life below.
I floated between them, my legs wrapped around Key’s waist. They’d turned me around, my back pressed to Kash’s hard chest as they bore my body like I weighed nothing.
Pressure built in my pussy, stretching and tugging. I stared down between us as one of the boys held both their cocks in a white knuckled grip, pushing their purple, straining heads into me. A scream built in my throat, but it never had the chance to escape.
A hand identical to the one forcing their cocks inside my engorged, slicked flesh cupped over my mouth. The fingers caressed the corners of my mouth gently, teasing them while he suffocated me.
“Lie back,” Key murmured the command, the hand shifting to make room for him to brush his lips back and forth over mine.
I sucked in shuddering breaths as tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, and licked someone’s tongue as my pussy stretched and they filled me.
Owned me.
“Let us take care of you.”
The hand holding my mouth shifted, squeezing until I opened. A tongue slipped inside, searching languidly. An erotic, knowing touch so different to the rough way they manhandled me that I came on the spot.
Hot liquid squirted down my legs, coating their cocks and balls with my obscene deluge of need.
The mouth against mine smiled, cold and calculating. “Perfect.”
Two cocks slammed together inside me, the hand at my mouth dropping to my throat and cutting off my air. Killing my scream.
Not taking a second for me to recover or become used to the invasive stretch, they began to move in tandem, fucking me at the same time like a giant cock, thick and impaling, moving as one.
My traitorous body aided them, more of my cum dripping from the hole they sealed with their obsessive desire for my body.
For me.
A long, breathless moan lodged behind the hand holding my throat.
“You won’t get air, little Alice.” A twin sucked on my ear lobe, twirling his tongue over my flesh like it was my nipple, or my clit.
My pussy contracted hard, my hips rolling forward, a compulsion drawn out of my control.
“Oh, how she does like to be sucked and licked,” the other twin whispered.
I moaned silently, milking their offering that sliced through me. Their hips jerked together until their combined monster cock threatened to split me.
A single tear trickled along my cheek as I opened my mouth for the kiss pressed there.
The salty drop was licked away, accompanied by a deep groan.
That I had the power to make the manic twins need me to the point of our mutual destruction brought me to the edge of my orgasm a third time.
Hands dropped to my hips as I clenched down, and their movements changed.
One twin fucked in, and the other slid out of my drenched hole.
They reversed the motion like an efficient machine, fucking into my stretched pussy until my head dropped back, my body softening.
I screamed silently into the quiet nightscape, punctuated by their huffs and moans.
Hands bruised my body, tenderising me like so much meat to be consumed.
Perhaps that’s all I was to the two angels ruining a mortal in the rain beside a life already stolen. I came hard at the dual invasion, their brutality too much for my over sensitized body to handle, clenching down and strangling their cocks with my walls.
You are mine.
Both of you.
I whispered the words to the midnight sky as their hands tightened, bodies stiffening. Their last few thrusts bordered on painful, insanity gripping them greater than before, bleeding into me.
And we fell into the stars together.