"What if she moves?"
"She won't."
"I won't," I repeated.
"See, she's coming to, already. Now hold still, princess."
Something cold licked my skin right between my breasts, and I yelped from the prick of it. A pinch, almost. Then, one of them yanked my blouse up and began sliding the cold thing down it, hacking at my top. A loud tearing sound came as he cut into my clothes, shredding them completely. Once my shirt was in pieces, he roughly yanked down my skirt and underwear and tore my bra in half, exposing my body completely to the room and the elements.
The sound of metal screeching sounded so far away; I barely heard it above the songs the candles were singing. I couldn't make out any words, but the deep timbres of their voices sent my body into goosebumps.
"She's so beautiful.” Constantine, I recognized, leaned down, past the candles, to whisper into my ear. "You're so beautiful, Eisley. And once you've been reanimated, it'll be even more so. Are you ready?"
"I don't want to go alone." The words came out in a whimper. "Please don't make me do this alone." Constantine looked up at his partner, then back at me.
"Okay." A shift in the energy occurred, and I could hear a rustling. A moment later, I was being pulled up and urged to my feet. The stone floor was cold, and I flinched as my sensitive toes touched the ground, but I was caught by Kansas, my other husband, who was now as naked as I was. I was led a few steps forward and then brought right back and urged back onto the table, but now, I found a warm lap, instead of a cold, hard table.
Constantine had also shed his clothing and was helping me to sit on top of him. His erection rested under me, letting me know the full strength of his desire. He wrapped his arms around my middle and rested his chin on my shoulder. The gruffness of his stubble sent delicious chills through me.
"We're not going to let you go alone." My heart stuttered, and I relaxed against him, so sure of everything in my life.
"Are you ready, princess?"
"For what?"
His thick cock throbbed under me again, and Kansas came forward, lifting me. Constantine reached for something and turned it over on his lap. He set it back down and I could see him stroking himself. Kansas then brought me back to his lap, but this time, it was slow, calculated, and I stiffened.
"Ah!" I cried out as oily fingers explored my tight hole on my backside.
"Relax, Eisley. Remember how good it felt just last night?"
I did, but that didn't help me. I wanted to scream, but Constantine pulled me to him, continuing to add more lubrication to my ass in preparation for his cock. He began peppering my shoulders with kisses, in an attempt to distract me. I let out a moan as his finger probed me, and they took it as their signal that I was ready for more.
Kansas held me still and slowly I began to sink, taking every inch of Constantine's thickness deep into my small hole, stretching so wide. His hands explored my breast, tugging at my nipples, sending good thrills through me, relaxing me enough to not cry painful tears.
"Now, for Kansas," he whispered and slid his hands under my thighs and raised my legs to the sky. Kansas stepped between my legs, holding his cock in his hand. He found my opening and began to push into it.
"It's too much!" I cried out at the fullness I felt with both cocks inside me, separated only by a thin layer of membrane.
"No, it's perfect, princess. We're going to make you feel so good." Kansas dipped his head to take a breast into his mouth, running his tongue in slow, torturous circles over my nipple. I groaned loudly, and my arms went forward, falling over his shoulders, clinging for dear life.
I was dizzy with pleasure as one of them pulled on my nipples, while the other focused on my clit. Tongues licked my hot skin, biting, sucking, and tasting me. Four hands and two mouths were determined to give me as much pleasure as the two thick lengths inside me. Pressure began to build, intense, glorious pressure. I felt so tight, and with every thrust, I could feel myself stretching to better take them. It felt so good, to have one in my ass and the other buried inside my desperate pussy.
"Yes, you greedy girl. Take our cocks. Come all over them. Show us how much you want us." Constantine's words were growled into my ear, sending me reeling closer and closer to the edge.
"It's time," Kansas said and leaned over, taking a candle and lighting a bowl I hadn't noticed before on fire. It ignited in a flash and began to crackle. He thrust more, diverting my attention. Then, he leaned over to the other side, where another bowl sat, again, unnoticed until now. He dipped his hands in and ran them along my breasts, spreading something wet and cold onto my sweat-damped skin. I looked down dizzily and found it to be a deep red. Kansas continued to paint me, all while maintaining a relaxed rhythm inside me.
While Kansas painted me with blood, Constantine took candles and dripped hot wax onto my skin. I gasped, but the sharp sting was the perfect contrast to the pleasure being dealt with each thrust of their hips. The entire scene was so intense and arousing, I wanted to remain in this position for eternity, just the three of us.
I let out a scream of surprise as the bowl was dumped onto me from above, splattering both men on either side of me. No one moved and then we exploded into a frenzy of carnal lust. As if the blood stirred something in us, creating monsters of our desires and not the humans we once were.
I begged for Constantine to go deeper, harder, and for Kansas to go faster and not stop. I was too close to the biggest orgasm of my life. The music grew louder and drums beat in time with our thrusts and pants. Kansas began muttering things under his breath I couldn't understand, and Constantine continued to say hot things into my ear, keeping me so close I was almost weeping, pleading for release.
"Now, Eisley!" Constantine shouted, and as if I'd been waiting for permission, I screamed as my body erupted. My vision grew hazy as wave after wave of pleasure poured warmness through my body, spreading it from my core into every part of me. It was so powerful, so hot, so tingly, I couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes and rode out the rest of my orgasm, continuing to roll my hips against Constantine and into Kansas.
Kansas pushed me back into Constantine's chest, and I blinked my eyes open. Constantine revealed the knife and pointed it directly at me. Swiftly, he plunged it into my chest, ending my life as I'd known it.
Rule 81 - Constantine
