His expression didn’t change. “I know we can be a lot, but let’s sayyou can’t do this yet.” He put a lot of emphasis on the wordyet. “Think about the possibilities, Bec. Both of us kissing you. Touching you. Loving you. We were only kissing and touching a moment ago, and you nearly shot off. I can smell your pussy, it makes my mouth water. You want us, and we want you. I promise, we'll be the best you've ever had.”
I shook my head, but I'm sure my expression was still indecisive.
His voice lowered, and he kept talking. “Imagine Marduk eating you out while you suck my dick. My big cock filling your mouth while I tell you what a good girl you are for taking me. Marduk would use his dick and fingers on you, making you want to scream. By the time he was ready to fuck you, you'd be wet and whimpering. You’d come when Marduk's cock was buried deep inside you. My dick would be in your mouth so your screams would be muffled. You’d be shaking and wanting a break, but we wouldn’t give you one. After the first time you came, Marduk would keep fucking your pussy from behind until you orgasmed again.”
I felt my pulse kick up again as he described everything they’d do to me.
“After he’d finished inside you, filling you with his cum, we’d put you on your back. You’d be lying between his legs and against him so he could hold your legs wide open for me. I’d be able to see his come dripping out of you. Maybe I’d even gather some of it on my finger and press it into your mouth.”
His descriptions were visceral and dirty. I wanted it. All of it.
“Do you want to know what I’d do next?” he asked.
I nodded.
He smirked. “Too bad.”
With that, he jumped off the bed and strode out of the room, leaving me standing there, stunned.
“You bastard!” I hissed, rubbing my hands over my face. I almost rushed after him, demanding he and Marduk do all the things he’d talked about.
No, I couldn’t. It would be easy to lose myself in a relationship with them and then I'd never know who I really was!
Feeling a little shaky, I pulled in a deep breath and tried to find my Zen. I grabbed some fresh clothes and rushed into the bathroom to change. I refused to think about the reason I had to change my panties and jeans!
It turned out Danzig’s favorite food was both Italian and Mexican. By the time I got downstairs, the table was covered in takeout containers full of taquitos, nachos, chili relleno, lasagna, risotto, and eggplant parmesan. The sight of all that food made me realize I was hungry too.
“Hurry up,” Danzig said, filling a plate with some of everything. “There are no bad choices here.”
Marduk was bringing some open bottles of beer from the kitchen, setting one down in front of Danzig and another one at his spot.
“Do you want a beer? Soda? There isn’t any wine, but I could get some delivered.” He looked apprehensive, as if he was scared of me, which was ridiculous.
“I’ll have a beer,” I said. He started to move, but I waved him off. “I’ll get it.”
I noticed that the blood in the kitchen was all cleaned up. The carpet was still stained, but it was obvious Marduk had tried to get it out. I knew head wounds bled a lot, but the amount ofblood I'd seen had been impressive. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was for the set of a slasher movie.
Hugo was in the kitchen, munching on the food I’d put in his bowl earlier. He hadn’t been interested then, but I guess he’d worked up an appetite.
I grabbed a beer and joined the guys at the table. Danzig was happily eating everything on his plate with a speed that made me worried he might choke on something. Marduk had food in front of him, but his hands were in his lap as if waiting for me.
“Eat,” Danzig said between bites, pointing at the food with a fork, then shoving the taquito in his other hand into his mouth.
I followed Danzig's example and took a little of everything. It was only after I took my first bite that Marduk picked up his fork and started eating.
We ate in silence for a few minutes before a thought occurred to me. “What would cause bodies to turn into mummies?”
Once the words were out of my mouth, I almost giggled. Never would I ever have thought I’d be asking that question.
Danzig grunted around a mouthful of food and nudged Marduk, who then nodded and started talking. “Mummies? Well, uh, I suppose it would be magic in the form of a spell.”
“What do you mean ‘in the form of a spell?’”
“There are two basic types of magic,” Marduk said. “There is natural magic, and spells. Natural magic is like when we turn into our snake form or vampires use thrall.”
I made a note to ask what thrall was later. “And spells aren’t natural?”
“Well, no, I mean we’re all natural. I guess we should call it instinctual magic instead of natural, but that’s what everyone refers to it as. Spells are made when magic is concentrated into an item. It can be stored power or created to do a specific task when activated,” he said.
