"Let us see you. Hear you," they coax and coddle. "Let us...have a taste of you."
I'm trying to be quiet, but my heart races. Breathy pants leave my lips as I selfishly pleasure myself. Close. I'm so close. My balls twitch and my stomach muscles tighten. The magic in the air hums.
I let out another desperate moan that turns into a strangled cry.
"Let it out, little witch, and let us in."
I crack my eyes open and sneak a peek at their shadowy forms. They look more man than beast now, even if they're still covered in ashy fur and roaring fire. But they both stand on two legs, their teeth sharp and eyes burning as they witness the peak of my pleasure.
With my hand still tight around my cock, I aim toward the circle as I ride out my climax. With my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth slack, I give myself a few final tugs.
This is it. No going back. No stopping it.
Please. That's all I think as I force myself to come. Please.
As I spill my seed across the chalk-lined floor, the circle breaks, and the fireplace roars twice as strong with light and warmth.
As I open my eyes and let go of my softening prick, I find two very tall, very muscular, andverynaked men standing before me.
Their cocks aren't soft at all. They're at full hardness, the tips of their erections curled toward the flat stomachs and the veins bulging along their shafts.
I swallow hard and redirect my gaze upward. They stare down at me while I peer at their faces. Their skin is deeply, beautifully tanned. As if the sun baked their chiseled manly forms. I think they're twins at first, but the longer I look at their features, I realize that's not quite right. They're not twins, not even brothers, but they've been shaped from the same mold.
Or drawn from the same idea.
Like an artist tried to draw someone from memory, but the little details weren't quite right.
Still, they're breathtaking. Dark eyed. Dark-haired. Burly beards. With sharp jawlines and thick throats. Downy hair all over their arms, legs, and happy trails. I'm staring at their cocks again. I blush deeply, still kneeling before them.
"Why...why do you look like that?" I can't help but ask.
Only one of them answers, because the other is reaching down to grab me. "We take the shape you find most pleasing."
I'm hoisted onto my feet. Their fingers feel like steel wrapped around my upper arms.
"You are fated to us. We are fated to you."
"Our little witch."
I don't know who is who. Which one is Dantalion and which one is Malphas.
"W-wait," I try to say, but there's no stopping this. Once they're touching me, I lean into it. Their hands are so warm.
"The summoning is complete, but the mating has just begun."
They both smile at me this time. Those smiles are as gorgeous and as damning as the rest of them.
"You spilled your seed for us."
"Now, we fill you with our seed."
5
Seth
I've never done this before.
No witch at St. Salem has ever flirted with me, of course, and back in my old mortal life, I was too busy burying my nose in books to have the time to try burying my face into another guy's crotch.
