Chapter Thirteen
Elena
I was done. I was done fighting this, fighting him, fighting them.
I was done acting tough, like this sick, wrong need for what I couldn’t name wasn’t a part of me.
Maybe it was the fact that it had possessed one of the finest men I had met, or maybe I wanted him the moment he got out of his truck.
Whatever it was, I submitted to it; the need, the lust, the sheer madness of it all.
He finally let go of my neck, and I gasped for air, not like it mattered anymore.
I wanted him so badly, it was what might keep me alive.
My bottom lip hurt from the bite, but I found myself trailing the spot with my tongue, the pain doing something to me, making my wet walls contract between my thighs.
He moved slowly at first, a hand on my shoulder, trailing down until he pushed the sleeve of my dress to the side.
I trembled, my breath coming in shallow, and I could feel the tension in my nipple like electricity.
Fear had somehow turned into an unquenchable need to be seen by him–them.
I wanted our clothes off, but he teased me, kept me stiff and unmoving while he…
they toyed with me. I could see it in his eyes, in the sharp inhale as the second sleeve fell, revealing my body, my breasts trapped in the cups of my bra.
“I want to fuck these breasts, brave girl…would you like that?” he asked, grabbing them violently. I moaned without even realizing.
“Yes, yes, I would.” I bit my lip, shutting my eyes as he pressed against them.
“Beg me, beg us to fuck your tits.”
“Please, please, Damian, fuck my breasts…Please, I want you to fuck them,” I cried, tears falling down my eyes because I couldn’t take it. I was on the verge of insanity if I didn’t get them to do more to me.
My lips parted to beg for more, but my gaze flickered to the candles as I watched one begin to float in mid-air, coming toward us.
I couldn’t look away, like a trance, it held me until it was above me, right opposite his head, and before I could think, a drop of wax fell on my chest, the sting so sharp I bit harder into my lip.
“You like that, don’t you, the pain I inflict on you?” Another drop as he unbuckled his belt.
“Mhmmm…yes, yes,” I moaned, eyes on the movement of his hands as another drop of wax met my skin, hotter and more painful than the two before. All hell broke loose inside me as his dick stood right in front of me, with veins threatening to pop.
I swallowed hard and could only wonder if this was what his cock looked like on a normal day, or if somehow the spirit inside him made it more…monstrous. But fuck did I care, I wanted it, him…them.
“Wrap them around my cock, troublemaker.” I did just that, pulling my breasts out of my bra and caging his dick. It felt hard, warm, and was throbbing against my skin, and I loved it.
“There…” he said, as another drop of wax landed on my exposed skin. I watched as one landed on his length, and he moaned. “Fuck! Elena.”
He began to move, the tension thickened, and his pace quickened as the hot liquid began to pour in faster drops.
“Yes, please, more,” I whispered. The possession didn’t force or push me to need more; it nudged, coaxed, and I could feel the tiny, chaotic sparks of their desire as they fucked my breasts mercilessly.
“Look at you, being a perfect slut for us.” It looked at me, mocking, smirking, fucking, and I nodded, agreeing to the words he said, as the tip of his dick touched my neck.
“I am, I am your perfect slut. Please, I need more,” I moaned. His movements got rougher, faster, and harder, as both my chest and his dick were almost completely covered in red wax.
“Yes, yes, you are. Look at these plump round fucking tits, taking our cock,” he said, as I held them tightly around his trusting dick.
“Do you want to taste him, brave girl?” It cackled. “I could smell the thought when you two entered this room. “You want to, don’t you?”
“I do, please, I do. Let me taste him, let me taste you, Damian,” I begged, moaned, and in seconds, he pulled my head back by my hair and pushed himself right into my throat. Nothing about his movements had any atom of mercy in them, and fuck, I liked it.
“Nothing’s better than watching those eyes as you take us,” he groaned, his eyes locked on mine as I relaxed my throat, letting half of his length fill me up.
“That’s it. Yes, baby. That’s a good girl.
Take it, take me, take us, brave one,” he encouraged, his voice changing from the thing to Damian’s, then back.
I couldn’t figure out who spoke, if the ghost was using Damian’s voice, or if somewhere in there, Damian was still present, feeling all these things, willingly doing these things to me, and god, I wish he was.
I wanted both of them, having me like this, fucking my throat so deep, I forgot what breathing felt like.
“Spit on it, Elena. Be our good fucking slut.”
The second, it pulled away, I spat on his dick, and opened wide again, letting him ram into my throat, my eyes stinging with tears, as the wet liquid trailed down to my cleavage.
“Oh yes! Fuck! Yes, brave one, that’s it. Look at you letting me fuck your pretty mouth just like this.” I watched Damian moan, their voices syncing in a tone that became too pleasing…so pleasing I wanted to touch myself.
“Do it…I can hear your thoughts, baby. Put a finger in that wet cunt and show me just how dripping wet you are.”
I nodded, eyes turning red with tears, spit trailing down the sides of my lips. He continued to his the back of my through, triggering my gag reflex, but l still moved a finger into my pussy…and fucking hell…I was a freaking mess down there.
“Eyes up here, baby. Eyes on us while we ruin this mouth.”
I obeyed, locking my eyes on Damian’s. My finger pushed inside my pussy as my jaw began to beg for mercy.
As I stared at the man who had a spirit in him, and his dick in me, I realized that at that moment, they were one and the same, haunting me, wanting me, and using me.
And I surrendered, yielded to the need of having them both in every sick, wrong way.
“Do you want us to come, Elena? Do you want us to fill your mouth with cum, so that we can fuck your tight ass?” It wasn’t a request or permission, it knew what my answer was already, and they were just making sure I knew what was to come.
“Yes…Yes.” I gagged and choked, tears and spit trailing down my face, wax still dropping on me now and then. “Come…come in me,” I choked, the words too hard to say.
“Such a fucking good slut, you are,” he moaned, head falling back as he held the back of my head and moved up his pace relentlessly.
“Oh, you’re a good girl, my good slut, our good girl.
That’s it, stay open, take us.” His words filled my ears, and my fingers had gone loose in my pussy.
I felt his dick grow bigger inside me, as his grunts came out like an animalistic roar, before finally… just perfectly, he came.
“That’s it, take me, take our cum. Fucking swallow…”
And fuck I did, I drank them in as I tried to gasp for air. Sweat, spit, and cum ran down the corners of my mouth, but my eyes stayed locked on Damian as he jerked continuously into my mouth.
“What do you say…?” he smirked.
I licked my lip. “Thank you,” I replied.
“Now turn and show me that ass,” he commanded, and I did as I was told. I got on all fours, my ass facing him, as my tits fell free. I anticipated him, I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to know what it was like being fucked by Damian, and the spirit dwelling in his skin.
“You know…” He pulled my dress up over my hips, the air hitting my skin before the first drop of wax stung.
“He hasn’t stopped staring at your ass since he came here,” he said, and I knew he was talking about Damian.
I felt it when we moved around the house.
As I walked in front of him, I could feel his eyes on me, and it turned me on.
But hearing the confirmation only made it hotter.
“And you liked it, didn’t you?” he asked, pouring a cold liquid on my back. “Him watching you, imagining what it would be like to have you like this for him. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” he continued, pouring more of what I assumed to be oil down my ass
“Yes, I did,” I admitted, eager to feel more of him. “Please, please…”
“Please, what, our brave girl?”
As I felt him slide a finger into me, a moan escaped my mouth.
“Please fuck my ass, please. I can’t…It’s too much,” I begged shamelessly, desperately in need of something, anything he…they would give me.
He circled the entrance of my ass slowly, teasing me to a point of insanity, and I knew just what he wanted, to make good on what he had said earlier, me begging. “I like it when you beg, baby.” The voice came, sounding more like Damian, so I did what they wanted; I begged.
“Please, please…fuck please fuck me. Please, fuck your brave girl. I’m your brave girl,” I cried, my body shaking as the words spilled out of me. “I won’t cause any more trouble. I’ll be good, and live,” I moaned, and fuck…fuck I meant it. I would live. I would fucking live.
“Fuck, Elena…fuck yes!” With that, a groan so deep and wild, it made me leak down my thighs, I felt him kneel behind me. His dick was already on my ass, smacking it, rubbing itself on the oil on my skin. “You will live, and I will keep fucking this ass, baby,” Damian said.
“Yes, yes, yes…yes, you will, please!” I moaned, my voice turning into a cry of plea. Then I felt it, the tip of his dick at my entrance, slowly pushing itself into me.
“Oh yes, fuck yes,” I moaned through the pain. The oils made it slide in smoother, but it still hurt, but I didn’t care. I wanted…needed more.
“Fuck it’s so tight, so fucking tight!” Damian groaned, still pushing himself inside, opening my walls wider than they ever had before. “You feel so good around our cock, brave one. Taking us like this? Fuck, it makes dying worth it.”
I didn’t understand what it meant, but I loved hearing them say it.
After a few seconds, he was fully seated inside me and everything stopped. “Brave one?” The deeper voice came first. “Baby?” The calmer one followed, then they both spoke. “Forgive us…”
Before I could brace myself, they pulled almost all the way out and rammed into my ass, with a violent forceful thrust that sent me screaming at the top of my lungs.
The pain pierced through me so deep and sharp I was certain my eyes would pop out, but they didn’t stop.
He pulled out just a little and rammed in again, harder this time, relentless.
The pace only got faster, merciless, and in exactly five seconds, pleasure seeped in, the kind that made pain worth it, the kind that sent tears gushing down my cheeks.
The kind that had me salivating like a starved dog.
“Please, yes, yes, more please. Have me, Damian, please don’t stop,” I cried, the sound tearing through as the euphoria consumed me.
His hands gripped my waist, holding me firmly and steadily as he pounded hard thrusts into me, and I cried, moaned, begged for more.
I was close, so close to a rapture I didn’t think I would survive or heal from.
Then, just as I felt my orgasm build, I heard a snap, and I fell to the ground, my ass still high in the air as he held me in place.
My wrist had snapped, my bone shifting from the socket and the wave of pain coursed through me, only adding to the one my body was under. But I couldn’t process that, I was close…I was coming. Pain had no room to stop that.
“Breaking you literally is a dream come true, brave one,” he said, pushing himself deeper and deeper. “I feel you coming, baby. Come for me, come for us,” Damian said, still moving in and out of my ass with no mercy.
“Please, don’t stop, please, I’m almost…”
“When it comes to you, Elena…we will never stop.”
As the last words hit my ears, my body exploded in a wave of electricity that could make a man go mad.
“FUCK! FUCK! YES, YES, PLEASE!” I cried out, my chest and face flat on the wooden ground, and the candles around us roared their flames, like they could feel what I was feeling. Like the whole world could go up in flames the way my body did.
“Yes, that’s it. You’re doing good, squeeze our dick, baby.
You’re gonna make us…” he groaned, his thrusts even harder now, making sure there’s nothing left in me, as he came inside me.
“Fuck, troublemaker,” both of their voices roared, and in seconds, he filled me so deep, only a quarter spilled out of me.
“Oh, my brave girl,” he said as he fell to my side, his face inches away from mine. He took my hand, rubbing gently on my dislocated wrist. “Did I break you?” he breathed, stretching slowly to lick the bone that was out of place.
I smiled, my eyes shutting faster than I would like. “You made me whole again,” I whispered.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I heard Damian’s voice say, and for a second, I thought he was back, but then again…was he ever gone?
“Damian…” I muttered, our eyes locked together. I watched him, and it looked like there were two people in front of me, one eye completely black, while the other stayed normal.
“I’m here… and I see you. All that you are.” He smiled, and truly…I felt it, felt seen.
“Sleep you two…” the deeper voice said, as Damian’s normal eye closed, leaving the other eye open. “Help him remember…help him.”
And with that, I watched my bone move back into place, and the world went dark.