This was just what he needed to forget about whatever demons had been haunting him.
My suspicions had been correct about Hecate’s‘brothers.’They weren’t her brothers at all. They were Fenrir and Sköll, her two guardians who had been helping her evade Shemhazai for centuries.
However, Harper didn’t know that. She thought they were her blood relatives, and Shem seemed to think that by making them do shit to her, he would be able to piss her off enough to break the spell she had cast on herself.
I supposed we were about to find out.
Right now,Iwas the one who was pissed, though. Sköll had bitten me so hard my hand was still throbbing, and it was triggering the shit out of me.
The last person to hurt me without my consent had been Yahweh, and that was a whole can of worms I hadn’t planned on opening up today. So, when Shemhazai doused the rabid beast with elixir, I didn’t have it in me to feel sorry for the poor bastard.
I now knew what it felt like to be under that potion’s influence, and as Romulus’s pupils blew and his cock hardened into a solid, throbbing spear before him, I smiled.
He whined and began thrusting his hips uncontrollably, seeking out some form of friction, but with his hands bound and his throat tied, he couldn’t even lie on the ground to grind into the cement.
My grin widened.
All of Sköll’s defiance and ire melted away as he succumbed to the potion’s magic.
“You sickfucks!”his twin brother barked, which only drew my little hellcat’s attention away from Sköll and onto his next victim.
“Aww. You feeling left out, Fen? Don’t worry. We have enough for you, too,” Shem purred, moving away from the now writhing Sköll to drizzle some elixir on his counterpart.
“No—please—don’t,” Fenrir whined, trying to sidle away from Shem, but it was useless. I watched with satisfaction as Shem slowly drizzled the oil over Fenrir’s naked shoulders and gently rubbed it into his flesh with his gloved hand.
“Shhh, none of that. We’re going to make you feel good, aren’t we, little bird?” Shem cooed, and I chuckled, nodding.
“Oh yeah. Everyone’s going to be feeling good soon.” I smirked, ignoring Harper’s enraged, muffled screams as she thrashed in the queening chair.
Fenrir’s head rolled back as the potion worked its magic, and I watched his cock shoot straight up, a thick spurt of cum erupting from the tip with the force of his sudden erection.
“Fuck!” heroared as Shem continued to massage the oil deep into his skin.
“Look at you, all hard and ready for me,” Shem purred, pouring a generous amount of oil into his hand before wrapping it around Rem’s straining cock.
He pumped him slowly, allowing the oil to seep in as Fenrir started literally crying with need.
“Poor pup. You need to come, don’t you?” Shem laughed, glancing back at me with eyes full of mischief.
“Yes—fuck. I do, I don’t even care. Fuck,please!”Fenrir begged, thrusting his hips uncontrollably into Shem’s hand.
“Enough, Shemhazai. We don’t want him finishing just yet. He needs to earn it,” I chided, and Shem pulled away, coming to stand next to me so we could admire his handy work.
Both brothers were thrashing against their restraints—their skin slick with oil—cocks bobbing the air before them.
It didn’t take long before their gazes met, and a slow realization rolled through them. They may not be able to touch themselves, but they could touch each other.
Sköll’s pupils were so blown his eyes were black, and his gaze flicked down to his brother’s cock.
Fenrir noticed and let out a low, desperate whine.
Shem laughed.
“Look at that! They want to fuck each other. How cute.” He smirked at me, and I chuckled.
Fenrir and Sköll stared at each other, their entire bodies stiff as they fought what their bodies wanted them to do.
“Unfortunately, we can’t allow that. Not yet. You need to make up for the damage you inflicted on my little bird,” Shem hissed, his tone turning from amused to angry on a dime.
