Silas’s smirk deepened into a grin. “I know, just fucking with her.” He looked at her. “Come on in, needy little cunt. How long has it been since you’ve had an orgasm?”
“Five days, Sir.”
The large gym mat was in the center of the room, and Boone pointed to it. “Stand in the center, my stretchy little fucktoy.”
Her face went hot at the nickname he’d come up with the week before, while he’d crammed four fingers in her ass and pussy at the same time, opening both wider than should be possible.
She stepped to the center of the mat, heart pounding, and assumed resting inspection pose, with her hands grasping her elbows behind her back since they hadn’t specified.
“We already own you,” Kenny said. “This is a bond based on our existing ownership, with vows to deepen what already exists while we create a magical bond. This is where we become a unit. A family. A force.”
Willow swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Kenny stood in front of her. Silas and Boone flanked her sides. All were naked. Kenny lifted a hand, formed a razor-sharp claw on one finger, proof of his strength and control, and pricked her left breast, directly over her heart. Blood welled. Ran down.
Kenny bent in and licked it, bottom to top.
Silas followed an inch to the right, leaned in to lick. Boone, an inch to the left of the original, let the blood trail a little lower before he licked.
Each man then cut the same spot on himself, over the heart, and Willow waited for at least seven inches of blood before she licked. One after the other in hierarchical order.
When she’d ingested all three, Kenny said, “Your heart, joined to ours.”
He touched blood from over his heart to the top center of everyone’s forehead, then blood over Silas’s heart to the right of his dots, Boone’s to the left of his, and finally, Willow’s under Kenny’s.
Energybloomed.
Not like a sudden strike, but a slow tightening, a low current of heat and resonance, like something ancient and wild was paying attention.
Kenny lubed her cleavage and then stretched a broad silicone breast binder on. She gasped at the sensations, but there was no time to process them.
“I’ll lube your ass while you lube Boone’s cock,” Kenny said.
Silas pumped more lube down her cleavage and then into both of their hands, and Willow turned to get Boone slick while Kenny stuck two fingers in her. Not nearly enough to prep her for Boone, but the men had insisted she didn’t need to know the ceremony ahead of time, so she didn’t ask questions.
They’d spent hours coming up with what she wanted to vow to them. Asking questions, writing everything down she said, and then narrowing it all into a short statement.
She’d seen what they were vowing to her, also. All three had given her pause, but it was exactly what each man gave her, spoken like a ceremony.
Boone went to the mat on his knees. Kenny slid the wedge behind him, and he leaned back, cock thick and upright.
“Face away from him so we can sit your ass on his dick,” Kenny said. “Insertion is the point, but pain is part of tonight’s recipe, and this is how we’re choosing to include it.”
Her breath caught and her muscles trembled, but she obeyed.
Kenny lifted her body, Silas lifted her legs up and apart, and Boone guided her onto his cock.
They all pressed her down.
Fifteen seconds later, she was impaled — her ass seated on Boone’s lap, his cock buried inside her, deeper than seemed possible. Her chest heaved, desperate for breath that wouldn’t come. Too full. Too much. Too wide.
Boone wrapped a massive arm around her waist, anchoring her to him. Kenny crouched in front of her, gaze sharp, movements clinical as he slid his cock between her bound breasts — the silicone binder forcing them together. The pressure between them, adding to the still unfamiliar sensation of her breasts smashed together made her whimper.
Then Silas gripped her legs andfoldedher — knees high, shins pressed to her shoulders, shoving even more of her weightonto Boone’s cock. Her body trembled under the strain, nerves strung tight.
And then Silas drove into her pussy, sudden and cruel, stretching her further still, and the hierarchy took shape — Kenny at the top, Silas in the middle, Boone at the base.
And Willow was the center of the ritual. She wasn’t the altar, or the offering, she was the glue that held it all together. Kenny had said so, and that’s what she held in her mind.
