“Beg me, beg us to fuck your tits.”
“Please, please, Damian, fuck my breasts…Please, I want you to fuck them,” I cried, tears falling down my eyes because I couldn’t take it. I was on the verge of insanity if I didn’t get them to do more to me.
My lips parted to beg for more, but my gaze flickered to the candles as I watched one begin to float in mid-air, coming toward us. I couldn’t look away, like a trance, it held me until it was above me, right opposite his head, and before I could think, a drop of wax fell on my chest, the sting so sharp I bit harder into my lip.
“You like that, don’t you, the pain I inflict on you?” Another drop as he unbuckled his belt.
“Mhmmm…yes, yes,” I moaned, eyes on the movement of his hands as another drop of wax met my skin, hotter and more painful than the two before. All hell broke loose inside me as his dick stood right in front of me, with veins threatening to pop.
I swallowed hard and could only wonder if this was what his cock looked like on a normal day, or if somehow the spirit inside him made it more…monstrous. But fuck did I care, I wanted it, him…them.
“Wrap them around my cock, troublemaker.” I did just that, pulling my breasts out of my bra and caging his dick. It felt hard, warm, and was throbbing against my skin, and I loved it.
“There…” he said, as another drop of wax landed on my exposed skin. I watched as one landed on his length, and he moaned. “Fuck! Elena.”
He began to move, the tension thickened, and his pace quickened as the hot liquid began to pour in faster drops.
“Yes, please, more,” I whispered. The possession didn’t force or push me to need more; it nudged, coaxed, and I could feel the tiny, chaotic sparks of their desire as they fucked my breasts mercilessly.
“Look at you, being a perfect slut for us.” It looked at me, mocking, smirking, fucking, and I nodded, agreeing to the words he said, as the tip of his dick touched my neck.
“I am, I am your perfect slut. Please, I need more,” I moaned. His movements got rougher, faster, and harder, as both my chest and his dick were almost completely covered in red wax.
“Yes, yes, you are. Look at these plump round fucking tits, taking our cock,” he said, as I held them tightly around his trusting dick.
“Do you want to taste him, brave girl?” It cackled. “I could smell the thought when you two entered this room. “You want to, don’t you?”
“I do, please, I do. Let me taste him, let me taste you, Damian,” I begged, moaned, and in seconds, he pulled my head back by my hair and pushed himself right into my throat. Nothing about his movements had any atom of mercy in them, and fuck, I liked it.
“Nothing’s better than watching those eyes as you take us,” he groaned, his eyes locked on mine as I relaxed my throat, letting half of his length fill me up. “That’s it. Yes, baby. That’s a good girl. Take it, take me, take us, brave one,” he encouraged, his voice changing from the thing to Damian’s, then back. I couldn’t figure out who spoke, if the ghost was using Damian’s voice, or if somewhere in there, Damian was still present, feeling all these things, willingly doing these things to me, and god, I wishhe was. I wanted both of them, having me like this, fucking my throat so deep, I forgot what breathing felt like.
“Spit on it, Elena. Be our good fucking slut.”
The second, it pulled away, I spat on his dick, and opened wide again, letting him ram into my throat, my eyes stinging with tears, as the wet liquid trailed down to my cleavage.
“Oh yes! Fuck! Yes, brave one, that’s it. Look at you letting me fuck your pretty mouth just like this.” I watched Damian moan, their voices syncing in a tone that became too pleasing…so pleasing I wanted to touch myself.
“Do it…I can hear your thoughts, baby. Put a finger in that wet cunt and show me just how dripping wet you are.”
I nodded, eyes turning red with tears, spit trailing down the sides of my lips. He continued to his the back of my through, triggering my gag reflex, but l still moved a finger into my pussy…and fucking hell…I was a freaking mess down there.
“Eyes up here, baby. Eyes on us while we ruin this mouth.”
I obeyed, locking my eyes on Damian’s. My finger pushed inside my pussy as my jaw began to beg for mercy. As I stared at the man who had a spirit in him, and his dick in me, I realized that at that moment, they were one and the same, haunting me, wanting me, and using me. And I surrendered, yielded to the need of having them both in every sick, wrong way.
“Do you want us to come, Elena? Do you want us to fill your mouth with cum, so that we can fuck your tight ass?” It wasn’t a request or permission, it knew what my answer was already, and they were just making sure I knew what was to come.
“Yes…Yes.” I gagged and choked, tears and spit trailing down my face, wax still dropping on me now and then. “Come…come in me,” I choked, the words too hard to say.
“Such a fucking good slut, you are,” he moaned, head falling back as he held the back of my head and moved up his pace relentlessly. “Oh, you’re a good girl, my good slut,our good girl.That’s it, stay open, take us.” His words filled my ears, and my fingers had gone loose in my pussy. I felt his dick grow bigger inside me, as his grunts came out like an animalistic roar, before finally…just perfectly, he came.
“That’s it, take me, take our cum. Fucking swallow…”
And fuck I did, I drank them in as I tried to gasp for air. Sweat, spit, and cum ran down the corners of my mouth, but my eyes stayed locked on Damian as he jerked continuously into my mouth.
“What do you say…?” he smirked.
I licked my lip. “Thank you,” I replied.
