He’s entirely in, and so is Sylvan, and I’m so full I think I’ll rip in half, but I don’t want either one of them to stop.
Faust fucks me, Sylvan thrusts up into me, and Faust comes down against my spine. The position is agonizing, but more pleasure than pain. A sensation I’ve never felt before, like I can barely breathe, but I don’t want air if I have them.
Sylvan curls my hair behind my ear, his touch gentle even as he fucks me faster from below, his mouth over my skin.
“Do you like being used by us?” he whispers, a groan of pleasure in his words.
“Yes,” I pant.“Yes.”
“Yeah?” he taunts me, and I can tell he’s getting closer, the more his thrusts go deeper.
My clit is aching, throbbing, pushed against his skin, and I writhe on top of him as Faust’s hand claims my throat, and he’s so far in, I don’t know how I’ll ever be empty again.
The three of us move as one, my ass split, my pussy stuffed, and my body a pathetic mess between them as I circle my clit on Sylvan’s pelvis.
The sounds in the darkened castle grow louder, all three of us rising as a chorus of sin. Faust is squeezing my throat so tight it’s hard to breathe, and Sylvan is the foil, whispering praise into my ear.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he says, his voice raspy. “Letting us have this pussy, this ass.” He jerks my hair back, arching my throat, Faust’s fingers still curled around my neck. “Look at me,” Sylvan demands.
I have to shift my eyes down, the way he’s holding onto me.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“I’m yours,” I moan without hesitation. “And his,” I add as Faust tightens his grip on me. They’re splitting me in two, impaling me, and still I confess my surrender.
Faust hooks his arm over my throat, dragging me up, my nipples sharp points.
Sylvan sucks one into his mouth, flicks his tongue along the pink bud, thenbites.
And it’s like this, Faust choking me, Sylvan devouring me, both of them fucking me, that we all three find our release.
Faust is first, and I feel the warmth of him spilling into me.
Sylvan groans“Fuck,”around my nipple, pumping his cum inside me, and I circle my hips until I’mthere,coming around both of them, both holes tightening on their cocks, squeezing out all their cum, all their noises,all of their love.
I collapse as Faust releases me, slowly sliding out of me and immediately I miss him.
But he comes down on top of me, pressing me fully into Sylvan, whose cock is still inside me.
Sylvan kisses my head.
Faust licks a line down my spine.
I let my eyes close, my body spent, and I hope this isn’t the beginning of the end. But in the back of my mind, a figure lingers. Dark and spying and dangerous.
He looks a lot like my brother.
My head ison Faust’s chest as Sylvan traces my palm with his fingers. We’ve moved to the bed, but not much else has changed. The three of us are sweaty, exhausted, and connected in a way I’ve never been with anyone before. I imagine in the morning I’ll be sore, but for the moment, I am unafraid.
Even knowing my brother is somewhere out there, lurking.
If they don’t find him soon, his face will be on the internet, his name too, and that will connect me to him. Lincoln said the story would stay quiet for as long as they could hold it, giving them a chance to find him without alerting him to the fact he’s being hunted. But who knows when the media will crack through.
I try not to think about it, but now it’s like the tension has been cut out of me from these two boys, and I’m drowning in what’s left.
I blink my eyes and focus on where I’m at.
The spacious master bedroom is lit with the orange glow of double rock salt lamps, and no overhead lighting, which is my personal favorite. Not quite the same as half a dozen candles flickering over deep gray walls, but we can work on personal touches later. The Gothic ambience is heavy regardless. Dark walls with wainscotting, exposed wooden beams, heavy black drapes.
