“Fuck…yes,” I moan.
James sucks my clit into his mouth and hums, which makes my legs buckle. Eddie holds me up, his arm banded around my waist, his other hand coming around to palm my breast and pinch my nipple in time with his thrusts. They move in a brutal, perfect rhythm, using me, feeding their own hunger and mine.
I come violently, screaming into the damp, bloody air, my body convulsing around Eddie’s cock, against James’s tongue. They don’t stop. They ride me through it, through the oversensitivity, into a new wave of raw, aching need.
James rises, his mouth glistening with my juices. He kisses me, letting me taste myself on his blood-sprayed lips.
“My turn,” he says against my mouth.
Eddie withdraws, and James turns me and bends me over the cold metal of a tall, thin bench, his cock, thicker, blunter, pushing into my well-fucked, slippery cunt. He sets a punishing pace immediately, each thrust driving me against the bench.
The shadows beneath the bench surge upward. They are not cold now; they are a shocking, electric chill that feels like pleasure-pain. They form into solid, slick tendrils. One wraps around my thigh, another coils around my waist. A third, tapered and insistent, finds the pucker of my ass again.
That’s Daddy’s favorite.
It pushes inside, a slow, relentless invasion of cool darkness. I scream again, the fullness overwhelming. James is pounding into my cunt, Daddy’s shadow is fucking my ass, and I am split open between them, owned by both.
Eddie comes around the other side of the bench. He fists a hand in my hair, pulling my head up.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his other fist wrapped around his cock. “Taking them both. My beautiful, monstrous queen.”
He feeds his cock into my mouth, and I suck him greedily, my moans vibrating around him. I am filled at every point, a vessel for their collective desire, for my own bottomless appetite.
The shadow in my ass twists, expands, mimicking the shape of a cock but with a fluid, living texture that shifts and pulses inside me. James has to feel it, too, the way my body clenches around him in response, and he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic and brutal.
I come again, another shattering climax that makes me bite down on Eddie’s cock. He curses, his hips jerking, and pulls out.
“Sorry,” I breathe.
He shakes his head and smiles. “Don’t be.”
James pulls out, too, before he comes again. Daddy’s shadow withdraws from my ass with a slick, cool slide, leaving me feeling empty.
But it’s not over.
The shadows gently lead me to the center of the basement floor and nudge me down to the bloodied earth. Eddie and James follow, their eyes gleaming with different lights.
The shadows above me coalesce into a man-shaped outline of deepest night, with eyes of burning ember. He is more substantial than I’ve seen him in a while, since that time he tried to leave the house to save me from Red Hands. He kneels between my splayed legs.
James moves to my head, lifting it to his lap, his fingers stroking my hair. Eddie kneels at my side, his hand resting possessively on my stomach, watching.
Daddy’s shadow-cock is a solid, cool length of living darkness, with streams of magma and scales running its length, beaded with black-as-midnight liquid. He guides it to my entrance, already stretched and slick. He pushes inside, a cold fire that spreads through my veins from the inside out. He moves with a slow rhythm, each thrust feeling like it’s imprinting on my soul.
James leans down, kissing me, sharing the taste of blood and sex. Eddie’s fingers dip between my legs, finding my clit, rubbing tight circles as Daddy fucks me. The stimulation is everywhere,too much, not enough. I am a conduit for something vast and dark.
“Now,” Daddy whispers, his voice a vibration in the air, in my bones. “All of us.”
James shifts, his cock nudging at my lips. I open, taking him into my mouth. Eddie, with a dark, determined look, moves behind Daddy’s shadow-form.
What’s the plan here? Where’s he going to stick his gorgeous cock? Does he want me to flip over on my stomach so Daddy’s underneath me?
I don’t have to wonder long.
Daddy’s ember eyes flicker, his form shifting, dissolving at the edges like smoke in a breeze. The solid mass of him thins, becoming more suggestion than substance, his shadow-cock still buried deep inside me, both fiery and freezing, pulsing with that unnatural rhythm that echoes in my blood. I can still feel his cock inside me, but I can’t see him.
Then space opens up around his cock, like the darkness is parting to invite more inside me.
Eddie positions himself, straddling one of my legs. He grips his cock and guides it to my entrance, pressing against the stretched lips where Daddy already fills me.
