I fell asleep beside Riot, and when we all woke up later, the need to satisfy our lusts took over, and we found ourselves entangled in each other again.
“I want to try something,” I muttered into the crook of Eleanor’s neck. I held her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. I found the more I allowed myself pleasure instead of resisting, the voices stopped. I could control things better this way. I didn’t have to be so feral; I could stop myself from hurting Eleanor, if I just did things on my own, without prompting. And, I didn’t need too much prompting. My cock was always hard now. Even after I came, it would relax for only a few moments before demanding attention again.
“Okay?”
“Lay down, put your head on the pillows, and relax your legs. Riot, come here.” I reached over to the side table. I’d hidden something in there the last time I’d gotten up. I pulled out the large, purple dildo, and handed it to Riot.
He raised an attractive eyebrow at me, but did as ordered. He got down on all fours, and without being told, spread Eleanor’s pussy and began to go down on her. Eleanor closed her eyes and groaned deeply. Riot brought the dildo to her entrance, and ran it up her slit, wetting it, and then pushed it inside her.
She gasped as Riot flicked his tongue over her clit and fucked her with the fake cock. I got up and went to the wall where Myrtle still hung. I gave her just a passing glance. It’d been a few days now, and none of us had the urge to eat or drink yet, nor had she begun to rot.
Odd, I thought before passing by her to pull a bottle of lubrication off the wall. I returned to the bed, where Riot had his ass in the air.
I ran my hand down his hairy, muscular thigh. Tattoos peppered the skin, making my cock weep with desire for him. I opened the bottle and oiled my cock. I didn’t feel the need to prep and stretch Riot. I knew he’d been through this before. His asshole was going to take my cock greedily.
He parted his legs to allow me to move between them. I spread his cheeks and positioned myself against his entrance. I pushed inside him slowly, and sighed with relief and pleasure.
Now, everyone’s happy.
A deep moan came from Riot’s lips, and I almost came. I did that to him. I elicited that reaction from him. Me. My cock inside his ass.
“Fuck me, Cal,” he growled.
I was slow at first, not wanting to bust too fast. His ass was warm and tight and I wanted to savor every moment. I squirted more lube on his hole and began to move.
The three of us moved in tandem, Riot fucking Eleanor while I fucked him.
We were all sweating and panting, and finally, Eleanor clutched the sheets with her orgasm, Riot came next, followed by me.
We collapsed, and then continued the day with various positions including the three of us. Riot let me try both receiving and giving, and I found I didn’t have a preference. I liked it all. By the time we were falling asleep, we were all cuddled together, and it had been decided. It wasn’t me and Eleanor, me and Riot, or Eleanor and Riot. It was all three of us. If we ever left this place, we’d be staying together.
But, did we want to leave? The rational side of my brain said yes. While we felt no hunger or thirst, eventually, our bodieswould give out. We were too overtaken by our lust to care right now, but we still needed those things to live.
However, the voices in our heads were continuing to convince us otherwise. It was a never-ending battle. The only moments of pure clarity were when I was coming, pumping my load into someone’s mouth, pussy, or ass.
I stood to stretch and found myself wandering over to Myrtle again. The thought returned to me. Why wasn’t she showing any signs of decay? Surely there would be a smell.
I reached for her, and a chill went down my spine as I squeezed her hand.
Blood was still pumping in her veins.
Chapter 71 - Callahan
The villain always makes a quick comeback.
For the first time in days, I had clarity for longer than a moment while I was coming. I dropped Myrtle’s hand. She was alive. This entire time. What did I do? I looked around the back. The hook was firmly lodged in her skull. If I took her off the hook, would she be released into death? Or was it best to leave her there?
No, she was trapped in limbo the way she was. I reached for her, but then the voices returned.
Leave her be. You need to return to bed. Riot and Eleanor are waiting for you.
No! I can’t. I wrapped my arms around her waist. The voices screamed at me in furious protest. I closed my eyes, trying to fight through the pain. My head was splitting open. I couldn’t take it anymore. Using all my strength, I lifted Myrtle off the hook. It made a sickening wet sound as I did so, and I dropped her to the floor, abandoning her to stalk over to the bed. I woke up Eleanor, rolling her onto my lap. I slid into her with ease and she bounced on my lap, eager to get her next release.
The voices ceased and I could breathe again, however, while kissing Eleanor, our tongues mixing together, I forgot about what I’d just done. My back was facing away from the wallI’d just pulled Myrtle from, and I only realized when Eleanor stopped kissing me and her eyes grew wide as she stared at something behind me.
I turned and was smacked hard with something, causing me to fall to the bed, my head spinning.
“Cal!” Eleanor screamed. She scrambled off the bed and I sat up, dizzy. Riot bolted up out of sleep and looked around. What the hell just happened? My head was rolling as I tried to steady myself.
