Chapter 30
Nyssa
Voren’s hands are ice against the scalding heat of my skin, a shock to the system that makes my hips buck involuntarily against Dastian.
Dastian laughs, a low vibration that travels straight to my core. “Let’s see how many pieces we can break you into.”
He splits me open with each brutal thrust, and Voren’s icy fingers find my swollen clit, circling where Dastian’s cock stretches me raw. Lightning cracks across my vision, my nerves flayed alive by sensation.
“Two gods at once?” I arch my spine, using Voren as leverage as I impale myself deeper on Dastian. “I’ve killed things with more hands than you both have combined.”
Voren bites me, his teeth breaking skin where my pulse hammers. “We’ll ruin you for mortal men.”
The lake water boils purple-black around us, thick as blood. The disciplined architecture of my mind is failing. It’s being devoured by something ancient and starving. Their divinity floods my veins like venom, and I’m not fighting the corruption. I’m begging for it to consume me faster.
“Ruin me,” I gasp.
Dastian takes the invitation, hammering into me with a rhythm that has everything to do with annihilation. Voren’s fingers are a masterclass in cruelty, pinching and teasing my clit until I’m whimpering.
“Both of you,” I pant. “Both of you!”
“We’ll wreck that perfect cunt,” Voren murmurs, but presses his cock against me anyway, where Dastian is still buried. The stretch is impossible, obscene. My body shouldn’t accommodate both of them, yet somehow, they fit as if my pussy was made for them.
“Relax,” Voren commands against my ear, his voice a frozen whisper that makes my skin prickle. “Or I’ll rip you apart.”
I gulp, trying to relax muscles that are screaming in protest. The head of his cock pushes further in alongside Dastian’s. The sensation is so overwhelming that my vision whites out. I’m being split in two, torn open by gods who don’t understand the concept of mortal limitations.
Except I’m not mortal. Not entirely. The power of the Firsts is roaring to life inside me, a furnace that burns away every careful wall I’ve ever built. It’s agony and ecstasy braided together, and I’m drowning in it.
“That’s it,” Dastian groans, his fingers bruising my hips. “Take our cocks, slayer. You were born to serve us, to fuck us.”
His words bounce around my skull, but something unfurls in my chest, in my blood, in the very marrow of my bones. It’s ancient and furious, a power that’s been sleeping for generations, waiting for a vessel strong enough to contain it.
Voren buries himself the rest of the way inside me, and the scream that tears from my throat isn’t pain.
It’s something primal, something that tastes like lightning and ancient battlefields.
The lake erupts around us, water shooting up in geysers that catch fire mid-air before raining down as steam.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, because if they stop now, I think I might actually explode. “I need—”
Voren’s hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my words. “We know what you need.”
They move together, a brutal synchronicity that shouldn’t be possible. Every thrust rewires something primitive in my brain as my cunt is stretched past the point of pain and tumbles straight into pleasure. I’m being unmade and remade with each punishing stroke.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, don’t fucking stop.”
Dastian drives deeper, and the friction of two god-cocks stretching me sends me careening over the edge. The orgasm detonates through my entire body like a supernova.
“Fuck,” Voren rasps against my neck. “So fucking tight, slayer.” He bites me again, and I convulse, harder, tighter as another orgasm starts before the first has died down.
My clit is a throbbing mass of nerves that ejects a stream of wetness that makes Dastian growl when he feels it.
I’m coming so hard that I can’t see, can’t breathe, can’t do anything except shatter into a million pieces while they fuck me through it.
“That’s it,” Dastian hisses. “Break for us, slayer. Shatter on our cocks.”
Voren’s grip on my throat tightens, cutting off just enough air that my head goes light, floaty. The lack of oxygen, combined with the relentless assault on my pussy sends me spiralling into something beyond pleasure. It’s transcendent, terrifying, and I’m completely at their mercy.
“Squeeze our cocks harder, slayer,” Voren rasps. “Claim us.”
I can’t respond. I’m too busy falling apart as they both slam into me again, and again.
Voren groans against my neck, his cock twitching inside me as he finds his release. The cold of his cum floods into me, mixing with the scorching heat of Dastian’s power. It’s too much, too intense, and I’m drowning in sensation.
Dastian follows a heartbeat later, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise as he empties himself inside me.
“Fuck,” I pant as they stop thrusting but remain inside me, still as hard as they were before they came. “Again.”
Voren chuckles as Dastian pulls out. “You need to recover, Nyssa. We have torn you apart.”
“No, I’m fine!” I say, panic hitting my chest as Voren pulls out as well, leaving me alone and empty. My pussy aches, stretched and used, leaking their cum into the lake, but I’m not done. This isn’t over. I feel incomplete, and when I look over to the shore, I see why.
Dreven.
He holds his hand out to me as dusk draws in, and I go to him like a needy little whore who can’t get enough dick.
That is what they turned me into. Their whore.
You were born to serve us, to fuck us. Dastian’s words echo in my mind.
Is this what he meant? That I’m theirs to use whenever they want, and I’ll beg for it?
I crawl out of the water, my arms trembling as I try to support my weight. Dreven’s eyes are silver like the stars again. His hand is steady, unwavering, and when I take it, his fingers close around mine with a possessiveness that sends a fresh wave of heat through my already ravaged body.
“You’re not done,” he states, hauling me to my feet.
“No.” My voice is wrecked, raw from screaming. “I need—”
“You need me.” He pulls me against him, and the shadows wrap around us.
“You need to burn it all away. Every last piece of resistance, every last fight for us that still resides in your soul. You were born to hate us, to challenge us, to fight us, to kill us. We were born to claim you, make you ours.”
“Then do it,” I murmur.
His shadows transport us instantly, and I’m suddenly on my back in that decrepit guest room, the mattress springs digging into my spine as my head swims. Dreven looms over me, fully dressed, while I’m completely bare and dripping with lake water and the cum of two gods.
He grips my jaw, tilting my head back to expose my throat. “I want your surrender.”
My pulse hammers against his palm. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming, oversensitive and desperate.
“You can have it,” I whisper.
Triumph, hunger, and a savageness that makes me tremble flicker in his eyes. He releases my jaw only to grip my thighs, spreading them wide. The shadows twist around us, solid and seeking, sliding over my skin like a thousand cold fingers.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, his gaze fixed between my legs where I’m swollen and leaking. “Dripping with their cum.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but I don’t look away. “Does that bother you?”
“It makes me want to add mine.”
He presses his fingers against my clit, and to my embarrassment, I squirt all over his fingers, a sudden sharp flood that makes him growl possessively before he ducks his head and sucks my clit into his mouth.
I arch off the mattress as pleasure spikes through me so intensely that I can’t breathe.
His tongue is merciless, circling and flicking while his shadows coil around my wrists, pinning them above my head.
“Dreven,” I gasp, my thighs trembling.
He sucks harder, thrusting two of his fingers inside me. I come undone with a broken cry, my entire body convulsing as another orgasm rips through me. I’m wrung out, destroyed, and he’s nowhere near done.
He lifts his head. “You taste like everything I’ve ever craved and everything I should destroy.”
“Then destroy me,” I whisper, because I’m too far gone to care about self-preservation anymore.
He scoots off the bed and stands at the foot, making his shadows flip me onto my stomach.
I barely have time to brace myself before they drag me down the bed, and then his hands grip my hips, yanking me up onto my knees.
The sound of his pants unzipping is loud over the pounding of my heart, before he drives into me from behind with one brutal thrust.
I’m still swollen, oversensitive, and I cry out, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he pounds into me.
“Too much,” I gasp, even as my body betrays me, clenching around him.
“You can take it.” His voice is a dark promise as he pulls out slowly before slamming back in. “You were made for this. Made for us.”
The shadows wrap around my throat, just tight enough to make breathing difficult.
My vision blurs at the edges, pleasure and pain bleeding together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me higher up the mattress until the shadows yank me back down.
“Look at you,” he growls, one hand fisting in my hair to pull my head back. “Reduced to a whimpering mess on my cock.”
I push back against him, meeting each brutal thrust with desperate need.
“Harder,” I demand, because if I’m going to surrender, I’m doing it completely.
His grip tightens in my hair, yanking my head back further until my spine arches at an almost painful angle. “Greedy little slayer.”
He slams into me harder, as his shadows coil around my breasts, pinching my nipples. My pussy clenches around his massive cock as another orgasm builds impossibly fast.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Come on my cock. Show me how thoroughly we’ve broken you.”
The shadows at my throat tighten just enough to make everything go hazy, and that’s all it takes. I shatter, screaming his name into the musty mattress as my entire body convulses.
Dreven growls, a sound that’s more beast than god, and drives into me one final time. His release triggers another wave through me, and I’m drowning in sensation, in power, in the complete and utter destruction of everything I thought I was.
I’m not the slayer anymore. I’m… theirs.
The shadows release me, and I collapse onto the mattress, trembling. I can’t move, can’t think, can barely breathe. My pussy is throbbing, leaking their cum, and every muscle in my body feels like it’s been put through a wringer.
Dreven pulls out slowly, and I whimper at the loss. He flips me onto my back and pulls my knees up before he spreads my thighs. His fingers ghost over me, and I flinch. I’m raw, burning, and yet if he wants to fuck me again, I’ll do it.
“Give me a creampie,” he murmurs, his fingers dancing at my hole. “Let me see all that cum inside you.”
I’m too wrecked to feel embarrassed by his filthy demand. I push their combined release out of my abused pussy, dripping onto the sheets beneath me.
Dreven’s eyes darken as he watches, transfixed. His fingers catch some of the mess, pressing it back inside me with a possessiveness that makes my breath hitch.
“Mine,” he murmurs.
“Ours,” Voren corrects from the doorway. I turn my head to see him and Dastian in the room with us and realise I didn’t hear them enter.
Dreven’s fingers are still moving inside me, slow and deliberate, making me whimper.
“I can’t,” I gasp, even as my traitorous body responds to his touch. “I can’t take any more.”
“You can.” He withdraws his fingers, and I feel the loss like a physical ache. “Because this is who you are now, Nyssa Vale. You are ours, and when your gods want to fuck you, you will open your legs.”
His words fire up the last shred of myself I have left, and I slam my thighs together. “I am not your whore.”
“No,” he says, prying my legs apart and to my shame, I let him. “You are our queen. We can make you feel things you will never experience with a mortal man, Nyssa.” He rotates the head of his cock over my clit, and I squirt all over him again. “See?” he murmurs. “You were made for this.”
“You keep saying that,” I croak as my body quivers, already begging them for another orgasm. “But it doesn’t sound great. It sounds like this is all I’m good for.”
“Your surrender is absolute, Nyssa. You need to give us everything before your old life slips away and you become what you need to be.” His voice is a low purr as he continues to tease me with his cock.
My stomach clenches, but not with disgust at his words. It clenches with power. “The Firsts,” I gasp.
“Now this is getting somewhere,” Dastian says, crawling naked onto the bed with me, still damp from the lake. “We are breaking you down enough to access that power.”
I stare into his eyes and nod, making a decision, making a choice that is mine and mine alone. “Keep fucking me until there is nothing left.”