Page 61 of All Hallows Fate

Jesus. I couldn’t fucking breathe.

“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, holding me tighter.

“I know, beautiful,” I groaned, kissing her chest, her neck, her lips. “You fought it so perfectly for us. That was all me; I couldn’t help myself. Your tits are just too damn tempting.” I glanced down at them and my cock jumped again, fucking insatiable. “You gonna come for me again if I suck the other one?”

“No,” she answered in a small whine.

But I looked at where she straddled me, at the wet spot she’d made, right above where my own damn cum soaked the fabric.

“I don’t think I believe you, beautiful,” I murmured, and indulged my desire, sucking her other tit into my mouth, obsessed with her taste, the softness of her skin, the demanding press of her nipple against my tongue, and especially with the moan she tried to muffle.

Not letting go of her, I moved across the broad step, following through with my initial plan to set her in Death’s lap. Delight lit up storm-grey eyes when he realised my intent, and Cat’s cry was loud enough to wake the dead when his thick tentacle of magic withdrew from her pussy—making sure to find all her weak spots judging by the way her body went liquid between us—and slid slowly, coated in her arousal, into her ass.

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“Oh god,” I whispered. “Oh, god.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by sensations, so close to another climax that I was going mad, completely utterly insane after being edged…how many times? Six? Seven?

“Pain, you’re up,” Tor said in a rough voice.

“What?” I squeaked. “No, I can’t—”

Miz grabbed my hair, squeezing tight enough to send sparks down my spine into my pussy, making me clench around Death’s deep magic. “Be a good girl,” he said, “and I’ll reward you.”

A shudder gripped my entire body. I grasped frantically for Death’s shoulder behind me as Pain sheathed his cock in one fluid motion.

“Too full,” I gasped, digging the fingers of my other hand into Tor’s bicep. The feeling was overwhelming. I struggled to process the fullness, the stretch, the stimulation to too many spots at once.

“You’re doing so good,” Death praised, his lips brushing mine. “So good for your husbands, taking two cocks.”

“You know what’s better than two cocks?” Madde asked with a crooked grin.

“I cannot fit anything else inside me,” I cried out, a squeak escaping when Pain began to thrust, slow at first and then faster.

“Beg to differ.” Madde’s eyes glittered, his smile full of mischief.

“Love, I know you’re utterly insane but if you think—”

He stuffed my mouth full of his cock and the fucker giggled. “Hole in three. It’s like golf, but with—”

Miz clapped his hand over Madde’s mouth. “Stop talking. Cat, what should we do with him now he’s at my mercy?”

I sucked Madde’s cock hard, then drew back to speak. “You should—” My breath hitched when Death’s shadow began a slow pace in my ass, Pain growing urgent, erratic. His hands found my hips, dimpling my skin. “Pull his hair,” I finished, a deep shudder moving through me. “He likes that.”

“With fucking pleasure,” Miz replied, and grabbed a fistful of Madde’s short hair, making his eyes water with the grip. There was no mistaking Madde’s rough groan as anything remotely pained. I sucked him back inside my mouth with a whimper as both cocks moved faster, hitting deeper and gliding back out in a way that reduced me to shivers. Tor’s mouth never left my nipples, his sucks and nips keeping me right on the edge.

Determined to make Madde feel the same, I took him down my throat, and his hands flew up, burying in my hair, his moan so loud I felt it all throughout my body. Every nerve turned electric. I rolled my hips in shallow motions, stuffed too full for rigorous movement, my body trembling where it was caught between theirs. When Tor bit my nipple, my mouth dropped open and Madde took frantic control of me, fucking my mouth with a desperation I could feel through the bond.

I’d felt shallow whispers of the bonds for days, but now, as Miz smirked and leaned down to suck my other nipple into his mouth, every bond I’d lost blazed back into glorious colour and riotous noise.

Misery’s soul washed over me like a cleansing rain, not a stormy fall but a warm summer shower. Tor’s bond wrapped around me like the biggest, most protective hug, and all my shields, all my walls dropped; I didn’t need them now I had Tor. Pain’s soul hit mine like the bright light of the moon after weeks of darkness, illuminating all the parts of myself that scared me, showing there was nothing to fear.

Whatever cold had raised goosebumps and fear on my soul dropped away when Madde’s bond slammed into me, scorching and bright, a burning sun that would never dim. And then there was Death, the ancient forest of his soul trembling instead of still, his arousal and need making the leaves shake.

I drove my ass down, taking Death’s magic deeper, urgent now I knew it gave him pleasure. His body quivered against me, the catch in his breath giving me a shot of energy; I met their every thrust, moans pouring from me uncontrolled as Miz and Tor tormented my boobs in tandem. I gulped down air when Madde withdrew, staring at the line of saliva that stretched from my mouth to the tip of his cock.