Chapter 12 #2
I’m ready for whatever is about to happen.
In some kind of fucked up way, I trust them.
Maybe that's foolish of me; they don’t know it’s me who stands before them.
But I have this deep guttural feeling that no true harm will come to me.
At least, not by their hands. The men around me are a completely different story. One I don’t want to dwell on.
“Lay down on the altar, little lamb,” Jasper instructs. “Present yourself to the gods. Let them see what we have brought them.”
Turning around, I focus on the stone slab in front of me and do my best to ignore the room full of men. I can feel their eyes on me, but I’m not here for their pleasure. They don’t get to touch me.
At least, I hope that’s the case.
The stone is cold against my skin as I lie down on my back, my blonde hair flowing around my head. I quickly check my mask, making sure it’s still in place.
Blood pulses in my ear, and I fix my eyes on the ceiling. My hands lay at my side as I stay perfectly still, waiting for what will happen next.
The sounds of the guys removing their belts have me wanting to pout. They’re getting fully naked, and I’m missing it.
A moment later, all three of their masked faces appear in my sight.
“You will not fight,” Jasper states. “You will not ask questions. You have offered your body to the gods, and to resist is a form of disrespect. Do not anger the gods, or you will not pay with just your blood, but your life. Do you understand me?”
I confirm my understanding with a subtle nod of my head.
“Let the ritual begin,” The man from before announces.
The men begin to chant in a language I don’t understand, a deep, synchronized rhythmic pulse throughout the room.
I let my eyes flutter closed, allowing my body to relax.
Hands grasp my knees, lifting them so that my feet touch the cold stone beneath me before shoving them apart.
“Mhhm,” Sylas hums with a low appreciation. I try to smother a gasp as I feel fingers brush over my exposed center. My cheeks burn at how wet I am.
I feel the fingers parting my folds and the fire in my cheeks growing tenfold at his next words. “Her hymen is intact,” Jasper announces to the room. “She is pure enough for the gods.”
“Here, here,” the room shouts. “For the gods.”
Each second that nothing happens, that no one touches me, is extreme torture. I refuse to open my eyes, to chance a glance at the men around me, trying to keep my mind focused on the three guys I’m here for.
Something soft and warm licks up my pussy, and I can’t help the small whimper that leaves me.
Fisting my hands, I force myself to stay still as whoever is between my legs starts to taste me.
A deep, satisfied groan leaves them, making the fire in my belly grow hotter and more of my juices flow free as they lap at my center.
God, this feels so good. Every cell inside me ignites.
My body comes to life, every lick of their tongue drives me higher and higher. They thrust their tongue inside me, and I bite the inside of my cheek at the sting of pain as it hits my hymen.
If this is how it feels with just their tongue, my body isn’t ready for the size of their cocks.
I focus on the feeling of the hot, wet tongue against my pussy rather than the pain. If I can't handle the pain of losing my virginity, I’ll never stand a chance.
I’m going to lie here and take it. I won’t resist, I won’t complain, my body is theirs now.
The man between my legs lets out a low, feral growl as he feasts on my cunt like a starved man. I’m tempted to open my eyes and hopefully catch him with his mask off, to see the look in his eyes as he claims my body for the first time.
The feelings he’s introducing to my body are unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I’ve touched myself to the thought of these men and all the dirty things I’d wished they’d do to me, but even I’ve never made myself feel like this.
It feels like my body is a veil of live wires, ready to catch fire and explode at any moment.
The coil in my belly tightens with every lick and thrust of his tongue.
“It’s okay, little lamb,” Wesley purrs in my ear. Huh. I thought it was him between my legs. “You can cry. Let it out. Let us hear how good it feels to be offered to the gods.”
When, who I’m now assuming is Sylas, sucks my clit into his mouth, I’m unable to hold it together anymore. Everything slams into me at once.
A cry rips free as my orgasm crashes over me. My back arches off the altar, eyes rolling back as intense pleasure courses through me. My core clenches as my release washes over me. Sylas growls, my climax only making him more ravenous.
He continues to eat me through my orgasm, causing me to sob at how sensitive I’ve become. My brain wants him to stop, it’s too much, but my body screams for more.
Finally, the tongue on my pussy eases, and I take in lungfuls of air as my body collapses against the stone. A feeling of warmth and happiness flows through me, my body satisfied and content. I knew being with them would be amazing, and this is only the beginning.
“Are you done?” Jasper grunts.
“Sorry, brother. Couldn’t help myself,” Sylas chuckles. “She’s all yours.”
My eyes drift open, landing on Jasper, who takes his place between my legs.
Grabbing my knees, he shoves them up until they’re leveled with my ears, making me gasp.
“This is my favorite part,” he murmurs. The voices of the men around us still echo around the room while they continue chanting the same thing over and over again.
“To watch my cock rip into this tight little cunt, tearing you open and making you fucking bleed. You going to bleed for me, little lamb? Are you going to paint my cock red like a good little sacrifice?”
I’m not sure if this is a rhetorical question, or not, but I answer anyway. “Y-yes.” My whisper is more of a moan. “Please.” I find myself begging him, needing this, needing him inside me. I’m his. He is mine.
“Mhhm.” Wesley lowers his head, whispering close to my ear, “Don’t sound too eager, little lamb. You sound desperate, like a dirty little whore.”
For them, I guess I am. I can’t help it. Am I supposed to be a scared girl? I want this. I crave their touch. I need them inside me. If they want some kind of resistance from me, I don’t think I’m even capable of giving it to them.
When he stands back up, my gaze drifts towards him, and I whimper at the sight of him wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking his massive length from root to tip.
He’s big and pierced all the way down to the bottom of his shaft.
My mouth waters, wanting to know what it would feel like in my mouth as he gags me with his cock.
Wanting to see what he might do, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
He lets out a low, feral groan.
“What a good fucking girl.” His voice is rough with need, and he wastes no time taking my invitation.
He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head up.
The pain causes me to scream out, and he lets out a feral sound of satisfaction.
“Open wide, little lamb.” That’s all the warning I get before he’s thrusting forward, forcing his entire length down my throat.
My eyes slam shut as I gag and cough around his cock, tears stinging my eyes as I struggle to breathe through my nose.
Sylas lets out a cruel laugh, like he enjoys my suffering. “That’s it, little lamb. Scream around his cock. Gag for us, fucking choke on it,” he growls. The way Wesley fucks my face, there’s nothing nice about it.
It’s rough and brutal with the way his grip on me is punishing, and with no surprise to me, I fucking love it.
To be claimed by this beast of a man, to make him lose control like this, is an honor.
“She’s fucking dripping,” Sylas groans.
“Shut up,” Jasper hisses before I get a slap to the side of my face. My eyes open, trying to look over at Jasper, who leans forward. “Act like a whore, and you will be treated like one. Do you understand me?”
I try to nod, not sure if I’m supposed to agree to that statement or not, but I can’t move. I have no control over my head as Wesley continues to thrust inside my mouth.
The sounds that leave me aren't pretty, but it seems to be the kind of response that Wesley wants.
My eyes flick back up to him, wishing I could see the look on his face as he takes his pleasure.
Jasper takes advantage of my momentary distraction.
My eyes widen in horror as pain ricochets through my body, as something forces its way inside me. My back bows off the stone as I scream around Wesley’s cock. Two hands hold me down as my body starts to thrash, trying to get away from the pain.
“Shh,” Sylas purrs. “Be a good little sacrifice and take it. Fuck, you should see how you bled for him. The way your pretty red blood coats his cock. So beautiful.”
Hot tears spill down my cheeks, snot dripping from my nose as Wesley doesn’t even waver, his sounds of pleasure growing more animalistic with every thrust.
“Do not cum in her mouth,” Jasper demands, sounding strained as he continues his punishing thrusts inside me. Every stroke of his cock feels like he’s tearing me from the inside out.
Wesley makes a sound of protest before he pulls out of my mouth. I gasp in air, struggling to catch my breath as I cough.
His hand is on his cock as he works himself over, hand moving fast.
Then I watch as his body stiffens and a low, deep groan leaves him. His cock pulses in his hand, ropes of white cum shoot out and land all over my breasts and face.
“My turn,” Sylas chuckles. I don’t even get a chance to know what's going on before Sylas is grabbing my face and placing his cock between my lips.
“Breathe through your nose,” he says, sounding amused, before he thrusts in.
I gag as he holds himself down my throat, my nose pressed against the curls at the base of his cock.