Crane gives me a quick smile.“Brave girl,” he says.“Bottoms up.”
He uncorks the top of his bottle and drinks the elixir down.Brom and I do the same in unison.Ugh.I can’t help but make a face.It tastes awful, like strong bitters mixed with too much salt, but I manage to swallow it down.
“Now I will officially start the ritual,” Crane says.
He goes around the circle, placing the quartz and selenite crystals at certain intervals, then walks around clockwise and then counterclockwise, chanting something under his breath.Because he’s doing this all naked, with an erection, it looks very primitive indeed.
“The ritual has begun,” he says, tilting his head up to the sky.“The circle may not be broken.”
“When do we know it’s working?”I ask Crane as he comes back and takes the bottles from us and places them beside his bag.
“You’ll know,” he says to me, his brows lowering.“Go to the middle of the circle and get on your hands and knees.”
I swallow hard at his direction, but do as he says.I go to the middle of the clearing, then drop down to my knees, then my hands, my rear facing them.I hear Crane whisper something to Brom, and whatever it is sounds detailed and I can’t help but shiver, but whether it’s from anticipation or fear, I can’t tell.Sofar, I don’t feel anything from the elixir.I had hoped it at least had a tranquilizing or calming effect.
I see their shadows cast by candlelight as they walk over to me.Brom goes in front of me, dropping to his knees, his cock right in front of my face, crying tears of arousal.My mouth automatically salivates, and I make a move for it, but then Crane is grabbing my hips tightly.
“Stay still,” he whispers to me.“This will hurt.”
At that warning I freeze, the air hitching in my throat, and Brom reaches down and places his fingers under my chin, making me look up to meet his eyes.
“I’ve got you, Daffy,” he says to me.
Then my back explodes in pain.I cry out as the knife runs between my shoulder blades and down beside my spine, mixing together with a spike of pleasure.
“Look at me, look at me,” Brom commands, his grip tighter on my chin.“Hey, Kat, look at me.”
I manage to open my eyes, wincing hard as the blade continues to run down my back.
“Breathe,” he says to me, his dark eyes piercing.“You’re not breathing, it hurts more when you don’t breathe.You need to breathe.Breathe in.Breathe in.Come on.”
I open my mouth and try to take in a breath, the knife still trailing toward my tailbone, and now I’m gritting my teeth at the pain as it envelops me, and I have to close my eyes again, trying to concentrate on the part of it that feels strangely good.
“I’m sorry,” Crane says softly.“I can’t do this fast or I’ll make a mistake.Almost done.You’re being such a good girl.”
Then he removes the knife from my back, and the pain stops, and my head drops down, my hair flowing over Brom’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Brom swears.“I don’t know how much of this I can take.I could come right in your hair, Kat.”
“You’re going to take as much as I tell you to,” Crane snaps at him.“Pick up your knife and cut your palm.”
I don’t know if it’s the elixir taking effect but suddenly all the pain vanishes.The sharp stinging sensation from the blade is gone, and instead I feel more aroused than ever.I raise my head to look up at Brom as he glides the knife over his palm, blood dripping down onto his cock.
I’m overcome with a most perverted urge, something that seems to come from the darkest, most primal reaches of my soul.I grab Brom’s cock, holding the hot, velvet length in my hand, then slide it into my mouth, the taste of his arousal mixed with the blood from his palm hitting my tongue and making me moan.
“Fuck!”Brom calls out, his hips jerking his cock deeper into my mouth.“Oh, fuck, Kat.”
“Getting ahead of ourselves?”Crane grumbles, sounding petulant.“At least put your hand on her back.”
Brom leans forward and presses his hand over the cut along my spine, and I feel the hot sticky warmth of his blood mixing with mine.It doesn’t hurt anymore, instead it feels like I’m stepping into a hot bath, made all the better by his beautiful dick in my mouth.I feel like I’m transforming, turning into an animal that only has mindless sex on her mind, who wants to be utterly defiled by these two powerful and virile men.
Then I feel Crane’s hand do the same, sliding down my spine,and then he’s nudging my legs apart with his knee and I feel the kiss of his cock at my entrance.
“Still wet,” he rasps.“That’s my girl.”
With this angle Crane feels so large and wide that I brace myself, sucking harder on Brom as Crane shoves in an inch.
I let out a choked cry, and their hands are everywhere—Brom’s gathering my hair in his fist, his other hand smoothing down my back, Crane’s hand coasting up my back to meet Brom’s, his other a bruising grip on my hips.
