Brom grunts and positions himself with his head between my legs and starts sliding his tongue up the sides of my thighs while I hear Crane walk away.I open my eyes and look back to see Crane approach with the small vial of pale-yellow oil, pouring it into his hands and then smearing it over his cock.It gleams menacingly in the dim light, and from the heated look in his gray eyes I know exactly how he plans to claim me.
He drops to his knees beside me, running an oiled palm over my hip, hissing at the pain from his cut, then brings his fingers down over my rear.
“Brom, lift her leg up,” Crane says hoarsely.Brom obeys and grabs my thigh, pushing it up while he thrusts his fingers inside my cunt.I let out a choked cry as his fingers slide in deep, my entrance still so wet from both Crane’s seed and my own arousal.Then I feel Crane from behind me positioning the flat head of his cock against my most secret place.
“This will feel different,” Crane whispers, pushing my hair off my shoulders.“It should feel good.Any discomfort will disappear in time, I promise, so long as you submit yourself to me.”
With his other hand I feel him make a fist around his cock, pressing in firmly against the pleated entrance of my rear.“I’ll be the first man to fuck you here,” Crane says, his words shaking with impatience, making me shake in return.“The first man to spill my seed inside your tight little ass.Pretty boy may have taken your virginity, but I’m taking this for myself.”
Crane doesn’t thrust in all at once like I expect him to.Instead, he works himself in, shoving in inch by inch, his thick hot crown, slick with oil and arousal, pushing past my entrance, then farther in, and I can’t breathe, I can’t think.I start squirming, trying to deal with the intrusion.Because he’s big, he feels too big for my body, and it hurts—it does, and yet I want more of it.It feels too foreign and strange, but also so full.Pain catches in the depth of my core, and I don’t know how to let go of it.I don’t know anything right now, I’m a mess of feelings and sensations with nowhere to go.
“Make her open for me, pretty boy,” Crane says through a ragged gasp as he pushes in further.“Help her relax.”
Brom attacks my cunt with gusto, his tongue assaulting while his lips soothe and, yes, yes, now I feel myself opening up, wanting more, the pain sliding away until Crane’s cock is pushed all the way in.I’m still breathless, like the air has been wrung from my lungs, and yet I want to laugh at how good and strange it feels.These two men are all I feel.
“Are you getting her wet?”Crane manages to say to him, his voice thick, and he makes a fist in my hair, yanking my head back until my eyes water.
Brom makes a noise of agreement against me, the vibrations nearly sending me over the edge, while Crane is swearing quietly from behind me as he continues to thrust inside me.
“God, she’s tight, Brom,” Crane groans through clenched teeth.“You should feel her like this.I can’t even see straight; she’s trying to strangle me.”
Brom moans in response and I try to clamp my thighs over his head.
“Fuck,” Crane says through a harsh inhale.“I won’t last long.Lie down on your back, Brom.Get each other to come while I finish here.”
Suddenly Crane pulls out, an empty, scooped-out feeling chasing his absence, and then he’s moving me so that I’m on my hands and knees, planted over Brom, Brom’s cock now near my mouth, my cunt at his.
Without hesitating I take Brom’s weeping and rigid length in my mouth again, his velvet skin burning hot, and I relish the salty hit of his arousal on my tongue, as he reaches up with his mouth, doing the same to me.We both let out a breathless noise of want, in unison, making me feel like we are one being, captive to lust.
Crane, meanwhile, remains in charge of us.He grabs my hips, and this time he doesn’t hesitate.He spears me with his cock in one hard shove and I gasp around Brom’s length while Brom pushes his hips up, driving himself deeper into my throat.Like before I feel swept away and unmoored, lost to the feeling of having these men deep inside me, but now with Brom suckling my clit into his mouth, it takes this to another level.
“You should see what I see,” Crane rasps, pulling out again tothe tip before pushing back in until I’m breathless again, and I’m driven wild by the most subtle feeling of all, the softness of his testicles pressed against my swollen entrance, the contact making me ache.
“Both of you beneath me, both of you so beautiful in your need, so stunning in your wildness.You are such dark and vibrant creatures: a fallen angel, a risen devil, coming together as one and belonging to me, only me, your god.”
Then he lets out a trembling exhale and starts reciting those words again, a low, guttural chant that sounds like it’s coming from some place deep inside Crane, a place dark and unknown from where magic is drawn and spells are born.It brings the thrill of terror through me, the only feeling able to penetrate the twisted knot of want and sex and desire that we’ve become.
“I’m going to come again,” Crane whispers, his fingers digging into my hips, letting go only to give my rear a painful smack with his palm.I jolt, Brom’s cock driving in deeper into my throat, his own tongue thrusting deeper inside me.What happens to one of us affects the rest of us.We truly are joined now and the energy inside me seems to grow brighter, hotter, as if Crane’s chanting has coaxed it up like a snake charmer.
“You belong to me in heart, body, and soul now.Together, just like this,” Crane says before breaking off into a low, shuddering groan.“Oh, you are mine.There’s no room for anyone else but us.”He gives my rear another hard smack.“I’m going to come.You better come too.Give me one more, sweet witch, one more.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.My cunt is so taut it hurts.
Brom’s tongue and lips flick at my clit until I’m pushed to the point of no return, his cock starts to jerk and swell inside mymouth, and Crane’s pace grows wild and uneven, as if he’s no longer in control.
The three of us come at once, and I’m swallowing Brom’s seed, and I’m the vessel for Crane’s, and in the back of my mind I’m aware that there are monsters around us, spirits that want what we have, that are dying to taste what we have, and though they can’t have us, they can have the horseman.
Take him, I think to them, hoping they can hear me, even as the orgasm is plucking my thoughts out of my head as I succumb to the undertow.Take the Hessian from Brom.He’s what you want, he’s what…
I can’t finish the wish.I yelp, moaning loudly and uncontrollably as I continue to come hard, the white-hot energy inside me filling every vein, bouncing around my soul like fireflies in a jar.
In this moment I am no longer a witch.
I am a goddess.
And I’m being consumed by two dark gods.
Then the lights go out.I collapse on top of Brom, careful not to crush his still-pulsing cock, and roll over beside him, causing Crane to pull out of me.I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t talk.I am just here, and that’s all there is.There’s just us.
