“Relax for Shemhazai, deathtrap. Let him in. We’re going to fill you up,” he growled, and I felt Shem rub more hot saliva over my asshole before positioning the broad head of his cock against me.
“I don’t know if I can take it,” I gasped, suddenly afraid. I was already so full of Ramel, I didn’t know if I could fit them both at the same time.
“You can take it. Just relax,” Shem soothed me as he forced himself past the barrier. “You were made for us.”
I screamed as he penetrated me, but he didn’t stop.
“I said relax, Lilith.”
“It hurts!” I sobbed as I felt myself stretch around him.
“I know. I know it does, sweetheart, but this is how you learn,” he grunted, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck as he drove into me. Ramel spread my ass wider as Shem fully sheathed himself inside me, and I was so full of the two of them I felt I might explode.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” Ramel growled as he slid in and out of me, his hard cock rubbing soundly against my G-spot with the added pressure of Shem thrusting in from behind.
“I can’t! I can’t!” I screamed, the pressure building at an impossible rate.
“You can. You’re doing so fucking well. You’re going to come on my cock, and Shamhazai is going to finish in your tight little ass.”
“Fuck, you feel incredible, Lilith,” Shem moaned, his hot breath sending chills down my spine. “Tell us you’re ours, Lilith. Tell us you belong to us,” Shem growled, tightening his grip on my neck as he slammed back into me.
My whole body was on fire. I was seeing fucking stars, and the orgasm that had been building in the marrow of my bones finally crested like a tsunami.
I screamed as they slammed into me in tandem. “I’m yours, I promise, please!” I begged, as they worked me violently through my climax.
Shem groaned, and I felt him begin to pulse in my ass just as Ramel swore and came deep in my pussy.
I was still clenching and convulsing around both of them by the time they finished, my own high lasting several beats longer.
My body went limp, and I felt like I was floating on air when they pulled out of me. I slumped against Ramel’s chest, and he gently stroked my hair out of my face,dropping tender kisses across my cheeks. Shemhazai pressed up against me from behind, laying his own bouquet of kisses across the backs of my shoulders.
“Good girl, Lilith. You did so well,” Shemhazai whispered.
“I’m so proud of you. You’re so fucking perfect, Lilith,” Ramel murmured, and dopamine buzzed through my mind at the praise. I sighed and curled deeper into them. Suddenly, I felt exhausted.
“Let’s take you home,” Ramel said. He quickly got dressed and scooped me into his arms, kissing the side of my head as Shem collected my discarded clothing. He draped my hoodie over me like a blanket and walked with us as Ramel carried me all the way back to the House of the Fallen.
“To truly love another person is to accept the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them.”
—JAMIE, THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR
Once back in the manor, Ramel and Shem insisted on helping me shower, despite the fact I suddenly felt so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. They tucked me into bed between the two of them, claiming that I needed to rest after such an intense game.
I drifted in and out of sleep, and I allowed myself to bask in the endorphins and the high that came with such a strong orgasm. However, the good feelings soon started to fade away, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
Doubt began to creep in. I had finally submitted to them, and I legitimately enjoyed the afternoon with my two demons… Now I felt guilty.
How sick and fucked up was I that I could enjoy being fucked by my captors? What the fuck was wrong with me?
As if sensing the shift in my mood, Ramel tilted my chin up to face him.
“What’s wrong, Lilith?” he asked. His voice was still rough and husky, and I felt another confusing wave of affection and guilt wash over me. My body felt safe and satisfied, but my mind was sending alarm bells clanging through me. He was a monster… but he was also my lover and my savior.
I shivered and wrapped my arms around my naked chest. Shem curled up behind me and draped one of his arms across my waist.
“What happened, sweetheart? You were fine a minute ago, and now you seem upset.” He buried his face into my hair and inhaled. “You’re shaking. Are you cold?”
They both tucked me deeper into the covers, each of them pressing up on either side of me and frowning down at me with concern.
