Epilogue #2
After a second of adjusting, I feel Jasper’s cock slide inside me.
My eyes flutter closed as I moan, loving the stretch of this thick cock.
If my sex drive was bad before, it’s gotten so much worse. All I want is sex, to cum over and over again, having never-ending orgasms.
And these three have never once complained, happy to satiate my hunger.
“Now be a good little sacrifice and let us use you,” Jasper growls in my ear as he thrusts inside me again and again.
I lay there and take it, his hand wrapping around my throat, grunting in my ear as he comes undone.
Someone parts my legs, and my eyes flutter open. Sylas steps between them, and my heart starts to race. For a second, I think maybe he’s going to eat me out while Jasper fucks me, but then he’s bringing his cock to my pussy.
My eyes widen, and my heart stutters as I let out a loud whimper when Sylas pushes his cock into me, right alongside Jasper’s.
I gasp, the feeling of being full almost too much. It stings, the stretch of my pussy to accommodate them both.
“Fucking hell,” Sylas groans.
“So tight,” Jasper grunts.
They don’t give me time to adjust, we don’t have it, even if they wanted to.
People are watching, expecting the guys to do their job.
“That's it, baby,” Jasper whispers in my ear so low that no one else hears us. “You’re doing so good. Fuck, I love you. I love our daughter. I fucking love my life.” He groans as Sylas starts to move inside me.
My heart is full, my body relaxing against his as the two of them start to fuck me.
When Sylas thrusts in, Jasper pulls out, then they switch.
It doesn’t take long before they find a rhythm and are pounding into me like two wild animals.
“Don’t forget about me, little sacrifice,” Wesley teases, slapping my face.
My eyes pop open, and I lean my head back to see him looming over me, cock in hand.
I don’t even need to be told what to do. I open my mouth, eager to suck him down my throat.
Wesley wraps both hands around my throat and shoves his cock past my lips, making me take him all the way down in one go.
I gag around his shaft, trying to steady my breathing as the three of them use me. I’m their sacrifice, to do with as they please, to use how they want. To mark, to fuck, to be whatever I need to be for their god.
But to me, they’re my gods. My men. My everything.
The sensations rushing through me are a lot, my head spins, my heart pounds, and my blood is pumping.
I feel everything, like all the cells in my body are lit up like a Christmas tree. I feel them everywhere, on me, inside me.
Sylas and Jasper work my pussy like a well-oiled machine while Wesley fucks my throat with vigor.
“Look at you,” Wesley growls. “Taking their cocks like a good little sacrifice. You should see them, Little Rabbit, the way they stretch your pussy open. Do they feel good? Do they feel good as they fucking wreck you from the inside?”
I try to answer, crying out around his shaft as someone starts to play with my clit, but it just comes out as choked, incoherent gargles.
“She feels so fucking good,” Sylas snarls. “The perfect sacrifice. Our sacrifice. Isn’t that right?”
I can’t say anything, and my hands grip Jasper’s arm, the one that’s wrapped around my chest, just under my breasts, holding me still as he fucks up into me, grunting and growling in my ear. He’s long gone, lost to the moment, succumbing to the pleasure.
Our sounds of debauchery mingle with the chanting of the men around us.
It doesn’t take long for all of us to find our release.
First, it’s Sylas and Jasper, their grunts and growls as they cum inside me, their cocks pulsing, filling me with their release, makes me climax.
My pussy clamps down around their shafts, and I cry out, shuddering as I come apart.
Wave after wave of pleasure courses through me as I struggle to breathe, choking on Wesley’s cock.
Wesley pulls out of my mouth and starts to jerk off until he’s groaning. I feel his hot cum hit my skin as he coats me with his release, hitting my breasts, my stomach, and my face.
I suck in lungfuls of air, my head spinning as I almost black out.
Sylas pulls out of me. I try to lift my head to see what he’s doing, but then I feel it.
“Shhh,” Jasper hums. “You got this.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as the hot pain of the knife against my old scar jolts through me.
“Bleed for us, baby. Give us your blood,” Jasper murmurs, kissing the side of my face.
I take deep breaths, focusing on Jasper’s touch, his words.
“That's a good girl,” Wesley praises me, brushing my sweaty hair from my face. I watch as Sylas lifts his mask enough to bring the chalice to his lips, drinking my blood.
The sight is oddly arousing, my pussy gripping Jasper’s cock, making him grunt.
He moves us so that I’m sitting on his lap, his cock still deep inside. I can feel myself bleeding, the blood dripping onto his thighs, but he doesn’t care as he takes the chalice from Sylas. He lifts his mask and then takes his turn, staining his lips crimson red.
I bite my lip, wanting to lick them clean for him.
Last is Wesley. He pulls up his mask, bringing the chalice to his lips. He takes a mouthful, but instead of swallowing, he grabs my face and tips my head back. Gripping my cheeks tightly together, he forces my mouth to open, and I nearly orgasm as Wesley opens his mouth.
My blood pours past his lips right into my open mouth.
The metallic taste isn’t something I really enjoy, but because of the circumstances, it’s one of the most erotic things we’ve ever done.
Closing my mouth, I swallow it down, licking my lips as Wesley brings the chalice to his mouth again and takes his sip.
When it’s done, they hand the chalice back to one of the masked men, and one by one, they all start to leave the room until it’s just my men and me.
“How are you feeling?” Sylas asks me, cupping my face
“Good.” I smile up at him. “But I really want to go home, cuddle, and go to bed.”
“We can do that,” Jasper murmurs, kissing my cheek. “First, let’s get you bandaged up. Next time, no rituals while you’re pregnant. I’m not risking you or the baby.”
“Yes, boss,” I tease, turning my head to grin up at him.
He growls before nipping at my lip. “Brat.” Then he’s kissing me. He grunts when I clench around him.
They work together to bandage me up, clean me the best they can, and put a robe on me. Then Jasper lifts me into his arms, and I wrap mine around his neck, laying my head against his shoulder.
I close my eyes as the three of them take me outside, through the cemetery, and to the car.
As we drive home, I’m in the back seat, nestled between Wesley and Sylas. The car is filled with their laughter and chatter. I smile, eyes closed as I drink it in.
This is my life now. Every day I get to wake up next to the loves of my life, my obsessions. And every night I fall asleep with one of them inside me.
I have amazing friends, the best family, and the men I couldn’t imagine living without.
This world we live in isn’t for the faint of heart, but as long as I have them by my side, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
They’re my life, and I carry our future inside me.
It was a journey to get to this point, but I know our lives are just getting started, and I can’t wait to see what it brings next.
Just me, our daughter, and my three monsters.
The End