Dantalion's cock pushes Malphas's come back inside. Malphas strokes my hair as Dantalion fucks me. I lay there and take it, soft and sweet, and perfectly obedient as I give up my body in service.
When Dantalion hits his climax, coming with a pleased growl, their seed intermingles inside me. He bites me too, on the other side of my neck. I wear the marks of their teeth. Filled with both their seed.
They've mated me. Made me theirs.
Forever.
The magic in the air doesn't disappear, but it fades away. I let my eyes fall shut, breathing hard and trying to recover. How long have we been doing this? All night, maybe. I'm filthy. Covered in sweat and tears and come.
I'm ready to drift off right then and there to recover my strength, but the gentle touches of my familiars stir me back into the present.
"Not yet, Seth," Dantalion says, poking my ribs and peppering kisses along the bite mark he left on my neck.
"One last ritual." Malphas pulls me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. I wince. With the way my ass is aching, it's not a comfortable position to sit in. Yet it's worth it as I watch Dantalion and Malphas both kneel on the floor.
"Take your seed and draw collars around our necks," Dantalion instructs with a grin.
"We will be bound to your will," Malphas lowers his eyes, "and obey your commands."
They both bow their heads to me.
It takes my breath away to see such strong otherworldly beings submit themselves to me. Especially after they just gotdone blowing my mind and dominating my body. Yet, that's the pact we've made, haven't we? And this is our fate.
I proved myself. I made my sacrifice. All that's left is to take the power that's mine.
I run my fingers through the come cooling along my belly. With the evidence of how much I enjoyed giving up control to them, I draw a circle around Malphas and Dantalion's throats. One for each of them. All the way around. The white of my seed paints their skin, though there's another shift in the air.
The magic.
That seductive, forbidden magic swells once again. It settles over us like a fever. With wide-eyes and my mouth twisted open, I watch as my seed blackens. It becomes a tattoo on their skin.
No, abrand.
I suppose it's fitting. I'll wear their bite marks as scars for the rest of my life. And so long as I breathe, these brands will bind them to me. It's done. They're mine. Both of them. All mine. My familiars and I'm their mate. We belong only to each other.
"What happens now?" I ask as I stare down at Dantalion and Malphas. They may kneel obediently before me, but I can see the mischief brewing in their reddish-brown eyes.
Dantalion grins hellishly at me. "Whatever you want."
"However you please," Malphas says with a damning smirk.
I'm feeling wicked...and I know exactly which way to go.
6
Seth
The night is dark, but the town square of St. Salem is lively and full of lights. Everyone's come to celebrate...and I refuse to be left out of the festivities.
Halloween. Samhain.
Whatever you want to call it, the season of the witch is here.
As the clock strikes midnight, the bell tower chimes its haunting tune. The harvest has come, and it's time for all of us to reap what we've sown. I walk into the square with Dantalion to my right and Malphas at my left.
No more tears on my cheeks. Only fire in my eyes.
And that's no play on words.
