“Fucked by the beast,” Makwa said in a demeaning way and I shuddered all over as he choked me on his tentacle, groaning. Another wrapped around and ground against my clit making me spasm around Brandon. I came roughly, it tearing out of me brutally.
Brandon fell out of me and stumbled back, falling on the bed and shrinking down. His body shifted much easier back to human as he caught his breath. He reached up and pulled the skull off his head. His blue eyes looked at me, dripping his semen between my legs while Makwa kept me suspended.
“You have such a selfish, greedy pussy,” Makwa said. “My turn.” And then he was everywhere, pressing inside my ass, shoving into my pussy, digging down into my throat. My vision went black. I inhaled but couldn’t get air. I was suffocated, blinded, trapped. I felt Makwa possessing me again, his soul entwining with mine, his tentacles grinding once again on my clit, making me jerk, shudder, and groan.
Slowly I was lowered to the floor until I was on my back. The last remnants of Makwa disappeared inside me and the burst of completion from the joining tipped me over the edge once again. I moaned as I came, hearing Makwa groaning everywhere in my head along with me.
Callused hands picked me up and brought me to bed. I felt loose and detached, my mind unmoored. My mood began to plummet and Brandon laid me down in the bed and curled up next to me, pulling the blanket over my body. His warm body wrapped around me and he gripped me tightly, pressing my face against his chest.
“Shh, Ava. You’re loved. You’re safe. I’m here. I won’t ever leave,” he murmured against my temple, pressing his lips against me. I looked up and we stared into each other's eyes a moment before he pressed his mouth to mine, a deep, pure kiss.
“You saved me before, Ava. No one’s ever savedmebefore.”
“You’re worth saving,” I said, sad to hear him say that. “I’ll always try to save you. Even when everyone else thinks you’re too far gone.” He held me tightly. Makwa was quiet for some reason. I felt some emotion from him but then he pulled it back.
16
Caspian and Mothman slipped into the room. Caspian halted when he saw me and Brandon together, naked on the bed. Mothman huffed and pushed him towards the bed. Mothman swaggered over to the couch and dropped on it, pulling out a cigarette. He pulled out a box of matches and dragged one across the starter. When it didn’t light he tossed it on the ground and tried another and another. They appeared to have been wet at some point but he kept at it until finally, one managed to spark.
The mild scent of Virginia tobacco tickled my nose, warm and familiar. Caspian walked up to the bed. Brandon was dead asleep and I doubted much of anything would wake him up. The deer skull had disappeared and we had no idea what happened to it, just like the other time.
Caspian didn’t take off his clothes or shoes. Probably wanting to be ready when the time came. He started to crawl in behind me but stopped and looked at Pollux.
“If I fall asleep, wake me up.” Mothman pulled the cigarette from his mouth, a stream of smoke leaving his mouth as he nodded and waved for Caspian to get in bed. I was laying on my back with Brandon wrapped around one of my arms. The blankets were mostly kicked off him, laying in a pile on his thigh, his flaccid cock out in the open.
Caspian looked from it to me and then got in bed beside me tentatively as if it would be the end of the world if Brandon woke up. He slept with me and Mothman a few times but there was still some simmering tension between him and Brandon. Perhaps too many years of fighting. Or maybe there was something else.
Caspian laid beside me, curling an arm under his head. His eyes were darker in the dim moonlight streaming in from the windows, trailing over my half-exposed body. My breasts weren’t covered, the blanket lazily pooled at my waist. Caspian reached under the blankets and touched my thigh, his hand sliding slowly between them. His eyes held mine as he felt liquid on them. His fingers spread through it in confirmation and then he swiped his calloused forefinger through my folds, lightly grazing my clit. My legs spread and we held each other's gaze.
He curled an eyebrow up. An expression that read“well, look what you’ve been up to.”He leaned in and covered my mouth with his, his fingers still brushing up and down my pussy, wet with Brandon’s release. He pulled back slightly.
“He’s fucked you twice now,” he whispered, feathering his lips back and forth across mine. His eyes traced the lines of my face as if just a moment apart required him to rememorize them. “Sort of pisses me off,” he said with a smile.
“Why?” I asked, truly curious.
“Hmm,” is all he said in response to my curiosity, his eyes watching mine as he pressed his tongue in my mouth.
Pollux had been with me too but Caspian hadn’t voiced any objection about that. He was also remaining silent about Makwa but I had the feeling he wasn’t sure what to feel about that. I knew he didn’t like him though. That he had yet to see Makwa as a part of our group.
Sometimes it was hard for me to remember that the others didn’t see Makwa as I did, like a part of me that could no longer be detached. We both lived in each other’s heads, our souls intertwined in a way that was difficult to comprehend, much less explain.
Slowly he climbed on top of me, his fingers pressing the sweatpants he wore down. His cock remained human instead of shifting. Brandon still clutched my arm, fully asleep as Caspian pressed between my legs and slid through the slickness, grinding against my clit.
“Cas,” I whispered, shocked.
“You have to be quiet, step-sister. Wouldn’t want him to wake up and see what we’re doing.” My eyes widened and he smiled, giving off that cocky charm of his. He swept his hair over one of his shoulders, grinding against me more before his cock etched itself at my entrance.
“You won’t let us get caught, right?” He whispered against my ear as he slowly entered me. I gripped the sheet beneath me as he filled me up. It felt different with him fully human, the shape of him something I was unfamiliar with. It was almost like this was the first time.
That along with his teasing words reminded me of when we were younger, all those nights we shared a bed. It reminded me of the time he stole that kiss while I pretended to sleep like a coward.
He leaned down on his forearms, his hands cradling my head as he fluidly pressed in and out, slow and steady, trying not to move too much but just enough.
“Ava,” he sighed. “All those nights in bed. I thought of this every time,” he whispered. I let go of the sheet and pressed my hand to the tattoo of me on his chest. His mouth pressed to my ear.
“And every night after I put you back in bed I’d fuck my fist,” he purred. I whimpered, trying not to be loud, my legs spreading more as his rhythm coaxed pleasure inside me. My eyes flipped to Brandon to make sure he was still asleep.
He wasn’t. His eyes were open, looking directly at me as Caspian whispered in my ear how much he’d always wanted to fuck his step-sister. I sucked in a breath and Caspian pushed up on his arms. He followed the direction of my eyes and saw Brandon watching us.
