“Jesus, you’re too tight,” Crane manages to eke out, making slow progress until finally he forces himself in to the hilt.“Your cunt is trying to kill me, darling.Fuck.”
I can’t even respond.I truly feel like a vessel for their seed tonight, being penetrated on both ends, and my body seems to grow mad with the desire for more.More of them, more of this, more of us.I want them to unleash inside me, fill me up until I’m drowning in it.
“Look at her, Brom,” Crane muses through a ragged groan.“Look at our desperate, greedy little witch.Have you ever seen someone so hungry for our cocks?God, Kat, you’re taking us both so well.”
Brom only grunts, his hips pushing in harder and faster as he holds my head in place.
“She might even suck your cock better than you suck mine,” Crane says, his own hips slamming against me harder, driving deeper with each thrust until his thick crown starts pressing on some place inside me, a spot that makes me want to explode.“You’re growing even wetter by the second, sweetheart, you’re dripping on the ground, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
I groan over Brom’s length, which causes another hiss from him, his fist tightening in my hair and yanking on it, but there’s no pain now, only pleasure.There’s only this, only us.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” Brom says, his fingers desperate and wild as they try to grab my face, pressing into my skin, my tonsils being rubbed raw from his blunt head.
“You’re not coming yet,” Crane warns, and suddenly I feel him lean over me.I look up, careful not to let Brom’s cock slip from my mouth, and watch as Crane grabs Brom by the throat.“You’re not coming until I say you do.Same goes for you, Kat, or I’m choking you too.”
I let my teeth gently graze over Brom’s hard ridge, watching as Crane continues to choke Brom until Brom’s face starts to darken from lack of oxygen, his lips raised in a sneer.Then Crane pulls his head forward, and even though I can’t see them above me anymore, not from this angle, I can hear them kissing.Wet and hungry, coupled with shallow breaths and fluttering moans, and even with the two of them pounding deep inside me, I’m struck with jealousy.
Then they break apart.Crane releases Brom and begins to chant something under his breath, the words fast and unintelligible, but they feel sacred, feel like they mean something.He repeats these words over and over, and then he groans.
“I’m going to come,” Crane breathes, and he reaches down and runs his fingers over my clit as he pushes in deeper, and Brom drives himself so far down my throat that I choke.He pulses inside my mouth, and at first he’s so far back I don’t taste his seed as it spills down, but then I’m hit with the salt of it and I’m swallowing and swallowing, just as I feel Crane shooting inside me, letting out a garbled cry, his grip painful.
And then I’m coming too, a violent and wonderfully terrifying feeling amid all their groans and their ragged breathing and the wet, lewd slap of skin.There’s a moment when I feel I should hold back, temper my orgasm somehow, it’s that fear of falling, the fear of the unknown.
But then I let go.My body becomes not my own.It surprises me, yanking my insides around, burning me up like a fire before the flames slowly go out.
I’m crying again, tears that try to express all the things I’m feeling but don’t have words for, and I suppose that’s everything.My cunt squeezes and pulses around Crane’s throbbing cock, and Brom is pulling out from my mouth, my jaw aching in response.
My head hangs down and I collapse to my elbows, trying to breathe, trying to ground myself with my forehead pressed against the cool grass, my eyes closed.
“Did it work?”Crane asks, his hand gently running down my back in a soothing manner as he pulls out of me, making me feel hollow.
“I don’t know,” Brom says, clearing his throat.“I don’t think so.I still…I still feel connected to him.And I don’t see any spirits.”
“Perhaps we were supposed to take our time,” Crane ponders, his voice still thick from sex.“Maybe it needs to work through our systems first.”
“Her cut is already healing,” Brom points out.
“Then we’ll do it to her on the other side.”
Those words seem to bring me back to the moment.I slowly push myself up on my hands, prickles of fear breaking through the satisfied haze.
“You’re going to cut me again?”I ask, lifting up my head, though I can’t see either of them with my hair in my face.
“We have to try again while we can,” Crane explains softly.“We can’t close the ritual yet, not when the elixir hasn’t fully worked.It…”
He trails off.
“Brom,” he whispers, an edge to his voice.“Do you see that?”
I hear Brom swallow loudly.
“Yes.I do.”
His tone makes my blood run cold.
I quickly brush my hair out of my face and follow their gaze to the edge of the circle.
Where several shadowy figures have gathered.
