They both reach back to take my hands as I step over the salt,careful not to disturb it, and they lead me to the middle beside the candles.Then they let go of my hands and step back.
“Disrobe,” Crane commands me.
I gulp.I undo the robe and let it slide off my shoulders, pooling at the ground.I stand there completely naked and cold, Brom on one side of me, Crane on the other.
“Jesus,” Crane murmurs as he stares at me.
Brom takes in a sharp inhale.
I feel both their eyes coasting all over my body, leaving no spot unseen.It feels like butterfly wings all over my skin.Outside the circle, the surrounding trees seem to whisper, their leaves shaking from a breeze that coasts over my body, tightening my nipples and creating goose bumps in its wake.
“Let down your hair,” Crane murmurs to me, his voice already thick with lust.“Every part of you should be free.”
I have my hair pinned into a low bun, so I reach up and take out the pins, tossing them to the side.My long hair tumbles over my shoulders in silken waves, catching the candlelight.
“You’ve always had the most beautiful hair,” Brom whispers, and I blush again.
“Now take off your slippers and lie down on your back on the ground,” Crane says, his hands going to the front of his robe.
I take off my slippers, tossing them to the side, and run my bare foot over the grass.“But it’s cold and damp.”
“You need the earth’s energy to ground you,” he explains with a wave of his hand.“It won’t stay cold for long, I can promise you that.”
I nod, my scalp tingling with what’s about to happen.
This is only the first part, I remind myself.This is the part for your pleasure.
I take in a deep breath.
Get down on my knees, sinking into the cool, wet grass.
Then I lie back, shivering as my body makes contact with the earth.
“Brom, come over here,” Crane says in a low voice.
I lift my head slightly, watching as Brom walks around to where Crane is standing near the base of my feet.Both of them stare down at me, and I’ve never felt more on display in my whole life.
Then Crane says, “Open your legs and show Brom what a pretty cunt you have.”
AndnowI’ve never felt more on display.
I swallow hard and do as I’m told, widening my legs.
Brom’s breath hitches, his eyes burning, and in both men I notice the bulge at the front of their robes, the fabric twitching over their growing cocks.
“I normally wouldn’t do you the courtesy of asking,” Crane begins, leaning in to Brom, his gaze flicking over his face.“But do you want to make her come first, or should I?”
Brom meets his eyes, glaring at him.“What do you think?”
Crane grabs him by the back of the neck, bringing his face close to his own, his mouth twisted in a sneer.“I think that’s the last time I give you an option.”
Then, with his hand still around Brom’s neck, Crane looks to me.“Do you want Brom to eat out that sweet cunt of yours?”
Doyouwant that?I want to say.
But I can’t even form words.I just nod.
“He promises to keep his cock to himself,” Crane says, giving Brom a push as he releases him, holding back his robe so that he’s naked.“Get on your knees, pretty boy, and crawl to her.I want our witch sopping wet.”
