Thorne
Sex and magic fill my lungs. The sweat on my skin beads over the oil that is meant to protect and guide us to our power.
Pulses of the ancient ancestral gift press against the walls of the dark, earthen room as if it’s too much to be contained in the ritual space.
It will find its home inside of us and keep for months.
But will it be strong enough to hold us over until the next harvest?
Beatrice comes harder with each orgasm Maddox and Asher ignite in her. Asher’s fingers push his mess inside of her as he says, “Don’t let a single drop go to waste. Let’s make you slick for Maddox.”
She groans and the walls rumble with the call to the divinity her pleasure has stirred awake.
Beatrice isn’t just any witch from our coven.
She is one of the last daughters of her line.
Her son will take the place of his father—whichever one of us is chosen for her—on one of our thrones that sits vigil and will be a protector of the coven.
Asher finally pulls his dripping fingers out of Bea’s cunt and trails them up the curve of her ass, the dip of her back, then to her gaping mouth, plunging them down her throat. She gags then sucks him clean when he relieves the pressure on her tongue.
“So greedy,” he tells her.
Fox stalks up behind him and places a hand on Asher’s shoulder. “Don’t play with my food.”
Asher and Maddox snicker, but Beatrice’s hooded eyes roll back as Maddox enters her.
Her lips mouth a silent plea as he stretches her swollen pussy.
The head of his cock glides in with ease thanks to Asher.
Fox moves down Beatrice’s body and starts to play with her peaked nipples, pinching and tugging before soothing them again.
Mads hisses and pulses his hips slowly. The muscles of his stomach are taut with his restraint.
He never wants to hurt our sacrifices, always cautious of what sort of consequences would befall us if he pushed them too far.
The frenzy will set in any moment. Beatrice’s body tightens again, and another orgasm mounts with Mads’s quickening pace.
“Please, please, please,” she begs in whispers to Asher, but his tongue dives into her mouth, causing her to squeal. The hook in her ass is jostled by the force of his kiss.
Fox chants dirty words of affirmation into her ear: “You’re doing so fucking good, Bea. Such a beautiful little sacrifice with her pussy so full. Come for us again.”
Maddox hasn’t let up, and Bea’s needy voice is becoming more horse by the second.
Asher pulls away from her lips to whisper in her ear, adding to the onslaught of sensations she’s experiencing. “Mads is going to fill you with his cum, but first you have to come one more time. You can do that for us, can’t you?”
That is the simplest form of magic. Sharing the essence of life with each other to increase the power we’re harnessing.
Sex and need drive our actions every day, but together we conjure the forces of the universe and bottle it into pure energy to share with our coven.
For that gift, we will worship her pussy until the whole dungeon feels as if it’s going to cave in from the abundance of magic contained inside.
Sweat pushes out of my pores and converges to trail down my neck from the heat of our bodies warming the chambers walls.
Beatrice is perched on the altar that usually houses our coven’s grimoire, the book that contains the history and spell work that has allowed our ancestors to survive through the ages.
Six hundred years of blood stains the pages, but none blacker than the era when our kind was hunted and murdered for heresy accused through gossip.
But for tonight, Beatrice is far more coveted.
Asher steps to the side. It’s his time to rest so that he can take care of Beatrice later.
Fox lines his cock up to her mouth, pushes past her lips, and glides down her gaping throat.
She coughs and gasps as he slowly thrusts in and out.
My dick pulses in my hand and I squeeze, desperate to touch her, fuck her, and use our bodies to give strength to our coven.
It’s my duty to not only seal the spell, but to ensure it is potent.
I let the atmosphere of the room stroke my flesh, feeling for the precipice.
The spirits of our kin long departed will be funneling their magic through the veil between our world and the afterlife, thinned by the echoes of Beatrice’s moans of pleasure.
Another orgasm feeds the energy swarming around us.
Maddox’s knees go weak, and his hands brace the stone under Beatrice’s body for support.
He is exhausted and overheating from the hours of preparations.
I step behind him, wrapping my arms around his chest and holding his back to me.
Our sweat-slick skin rubs over sensitive nerves that cause our flesh to rise in goose bumps.
“Keep fucking going, Mads. Don’t stop. She needs you to fuck her,” I demand behind his ear.
He nods, another trail of perspiration dripping between us.
I reach down to Beatrice’s hook and untie her braid from the base.
Her chest lowers to the stone table immediately, giving Mads a new angle to pound into her.
He lurches forward, the top of his thighs slapping against the backs of hers as she screams for more.
I back away and give him a smack on the ass. “That’s it. Fuck her like she deserves.”
Fox holds the shaft of the hook flush on her back so she doesn’t get injured. The loosened device now only gives her more pleasure with every thrust.
“She’s so tight.” Mads grunts, almost in pain. “I’m going to come.”
“Do you hear that, Bea?” Fox calls to her. “He’s close. Let’s not make him come alone.”
Fox’s hand comes down hard on her ass cheek, causing her muscles to tense and her breath to catch.
“Fuck.” Her high-pitched scream rings in my ears as she and Mads come at once.
The wooden planks of the manor overhead creaks, and the air in the chamber pulses as Maddox’s body slouches with relief.
Asher brings one of Mads’s arms over his shoulder and assists him in sitting on the stone floor.
Maddox’s face is red and worn from effort.
He won’t have much time to rest before he’s invaded with the blessings we’ve been working so hard for.
Before Beatrice can catch her breath, Fox replaces Maddox’s cock with his own, but only after he gently removes the hook from her ass. She cries out for more as Fox plows into her with the vigor of a starving man.
Her pleasure builds and crashes rapidly, sending waves of power into the already electrified air.
Fox’s hand whips across her ass. He’s cracked the code to getting what he wants from her because she comes as if on demand.
Another and another until her ass is red and she’s babbling incoherently.
When he finally gives in to his own release, Bea is limp on the table, her eyes rolled back and skin sinfully flushed.
Like Maddox, Fox, too, pulls out and sinks to the floor.
Maddox helps him to his feet while Asher moves to Beatrice’s ankles then wrists, releasing her so he can offer her water. The reprieve is short-lived.
Beatrice’s back rises and falls as she hugs the stone table for stability. Her body is covered in sweat and bruises from being tied for so long. I try to soothe the marks on her ass and she hums her approval.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Beatrice?”
She makes a sweet sound of contentment as my fingers trace one of the red outlines from my brother’s hands. My cock throbs and I can’t help but want to add my own mark to her perfect body. She flinches when my fingers make a stinging swipe across both cheeks.
“Use your words.” The hunger in my own voice has my cock aching. “Tell us.”
“Yes,” she says. “More. I want more. Please.”
I stoke myself, rubbing my slick precum down my shaft. My other hand dips between her legs to spread her open for me. Cum drips down to the stone table below, and another pulse from the invisible presence around me presses in on my skin, urging me to fulfill my side of the bargain.
“On your back,” I demand, and she obeys.
Her lust-drunk eyes struggle to focus on me. I lift my body onto the stone platform, the rough surface biting into my knees, and my shins rest on the warn edge. She tracks my movements the best she can as I lean over her until my mouth hovers a breath away from hers.
“Almost there, Beatrice. We’re so fucking proud of you.”
“Almost,” she repeats after me, her tired voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. “I’m ready.”
My cock sinks into her, the remnants of the men before me seeping out around my shaft.
Her flesh is hot, swollen, and sensitive, but we have a duty to complete this ritual. I watch her eyelids flutter, and the sigh from her lips hits my cheeks. Her legs wrap around my waist, trapping me deep inside of her. I cage her head with my arms to keep her pinned beneath me.
My voice floats between us like a prayer. “Such a pretty little sacrifice. You’re so brave, taking all our cocks like this. So fucking perfect.”
The sweet but gruff affirmation wakes her enough for her eyes to lock on mine while I chant the words that will seal our fates. The incantation spills from my tongue onto hers. Our voices harmonize and I feel the connection snap into place.
Thrusting slowly, I build the one and only orgasm she will receive from me, knowing she would rather savor it. But it is too late for that. She is spent, but Fox will provide her with the aftercare she’s more than earned.
“Hawthorne.” Her moan mingles with the spell I continue to whisper under my breath. “I’m so close.”
I peer into her eyes, focusing on my breathing, the creases on the bridge of her nose, and the blue of her irises that are being smothered by her dark lashes. Anything to keep me from misspeaking or breaking the link we’ve opened.