Her jaw slid open, and I pushed my cock inside. As if by pure instinct, she began sucking. I lost my breath for a moment with how strong she sucked the moment I was all the way in. Her tongue swirled slow and lazy around me while I helped her head began move back and forth, taking my length in and out of her gorgeous, swollen lips.
"Holy shit," I gasped, looking down at Constantine. His eyebrows rose, and he nodded approvingly.
"She'd been starved for so long she can't help it now. Fill her fucking throat."
I grinned and fisted her hair, pushing my cock further down her throat. She gagged but didn't stop. Her eyes began to shift under her lids but still slowly as if dreaming.
"Dude, she's getting wetter." Constantine laughed. "I think this is turning her on." He raised her ass and slid inside her. Her eyes fluttered open. We waited for her to react, but her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she shut them again. She stopped sucking, so I reached down and massaged her cheeks and she began again.
"God, she's so fucking beautiful," I muttered. I looked over at Constantine, who was holding her steady and slowly fucking her. He hadn't been kidding when he told her she would be our plaything. We'd both held out so long for this very moment when we could finally all be together. Now that it was here, we weren't letting her go.
Her sleepy moans grew longer, more whiny. She bucked against Constantine and sucked me harder. I burst, shooting my come right down her throat. She fell back, and I returned to her breasts, my hand reaching down to finger her clit while Constantine pounded her G-spot inside her.
She continued to whimper and moan until finally her back arched and her orgasm overtook her. She shuddered and then went slightly limp, long enough for Constantine to blow his load and set her back down. She cuddled against us again afterward with a sleepy smile.
"A few more hours," Constantine said. "And then we gotta figure shit out. There's three left."
I nodded. Therese, Remington, and Micah. Constantine had almost killed Micah, but according to him, there'd been a hiccup. Thankfully, it was the stoner of the group and he was too high to remember who exactly it was.
"We don’t really need them to do the ritual," I reminded him. “We took everything from the documentary crew.”
"Yeah, but at this point I'd say let's just slash ’em all." He cackled. "I'm not leaving things up to chance. One loose lip and we’re fucked."
Fair enough.
"Do you think she'll try to save them?" I pushed her hair away from her face.
"It doesn't matter. I'm not going to give her the option. We're going to slaughter them, then do the ritual. Same thing they did for me; same thing we did for you."
“I don’t want to cut her.” I sighed, looking at the Y on Constantine’s chest.
“It’s a necessary part of the ritual unfortunately.” He frowned, eyeing my scar given by him. “I don’t want to maim her either, but she’s going to be beautiful, reanimated.”
She would be like us.
Rule 76 - Kansas
Be prepared to die.
Two months Prior
Hundreds of candles, 237, to be exact, sat around Constantine's high-rise apartment, flickering ominously as we finished setting up the rest of the altar. If anyone walked in they'd call the cops on us. Satanic panic and all.
“We’re almost done,” Constantine muttered from the short table he was leaning over. He’d just set out the bowls with Harper’s insides in it. Thankfully, he’d kept them frozen, so they didn’t smell.
I’d thrown up three times, trying to gather all of her organs.
"You all right over there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." Constantine smirked when he saw my gaze lingering on her heart. It was moist from the thawing and made my stomach revolt again.
I shook my head and watched him in awe. He was so confident in his movements. If he was nervous about doing his first reanimation ritual, he didn't show it. When I walked in earlier today and announced I was ready, he simply patted me on the back, stripped down to his boxers, and started setting everything up.
"How long did it take for you to gather everything?" I asked, bending down to straighten the red silk sheet resting on the floor. I eyed all the plants and dried herbs scattered around the altar.
"I didn't. My dad had an extra kit in the coffin he buried all those gold bricks in."
"What? Then why did I have to ki—" I shook my head as anger flooded through me. "You made me kill Harper for nothing?"
"Not for nothing." He scoffed. "Someone had to die. It was just convenient that she was annoying as fuck."
