Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Suddenly Crane pulls out, an empty, scooped out feeling chasing his absence, and then he’s moving me so that I’m on my hands and knees, planted over Brom, Brom’s cock now near my mouth, my cunt at his.
Without hesitating I take Brom’s weeping and rigid length in my mouth again, his velvet skin burning hot, and I relish the salty hit of his arousal on my tongue, as he reaches up with his mouth, doing the same to me. We both let out a breathless noise of want, in unison, making me feel like we are one being, captive to lust.
Crane, meanwhile, remains in charge of us. He grabs my hips, and this time he doesn’t hesitate. He spears me with his cock in one hard shove and I gasp around Brom’s length while Brom pushes his hips up, driving himself deeper into my throat. Like before I feel swept away and unmoored, lost to the feeling of having these men deep inside me, but now with Brom suckling my clit into his mouth, it takes this to another level.
“You should see what I see,” Crane rasps, pulling out again to the tip before pushing back in until I’m breathless again, and I’m driven wild by the most subtle feeling of all, the softness of his testicles pressed against my swollen entrance, the contact making me ache.
“Both of you beneath me, both of you so beautiful in your need, so stunning in your wildness. You are such dark and vibrant creatures; a fallen angel, a risen devil, coming together as one and belonging to me, only me, your god.”
Then he lets out a trembling exhale and starts reciting those words again, a low, guttural chant that sounds like it’s coming from some place deep inside Crane, a place dark and unknown from where magic is drawn and spells are born. It brings the thrill of terror through me, the only feeling able to penetrate the twisted knot of want and sex and desire that we’ve become.
“I’m going to come again,” Crane whispers, his fingers digging into my hips, letting go only to give my rear a painful smack with his palm. I jolt, Brom’s cock driving in deeper into my throat, his own tongue thrusting deeper inside me. What happens to one of us affects the rest of us. We truly are joined now and the energy inside me seems to grow brighter, hotter, as if Crane’s chanting has coaxed it up like a snake charmer.
“You belong to me in heart, body, and soul now. Together, just like this,” Crane says before breaking off into a low, shuddering groan. “Oh, you are mine. There’s no room for anyone else but us.” He gives my rear another hard smack. “I’m going to come. You better come too. Give me one more, sweet witch, one more.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My cunt is so taut it hurts.
Brom’s tongue and lips flick at my clit until I’m pushed to the point of no return, his cock starts to jerk and swell inside my mouth, and Crane’s pace grows wild and uneven, as if he’s no longer in control.
The three of us come at once, and I’m swallowing Brom’s seed, and I’m the vessel for Crane’s, and in the back of my mind I’m aware that there are monsters around us, spirits that want what we have, that are dying to taste what we have, and though they can’t have us, they can have the horseman.
Take him, I think to them, hoping they can hear me, even as the orgasm is plucking my thoughts out of my head as I succumb to the undertow. Take the Hessian from Brom. He’s what you want, he’s what…
I can’t finish the wish. I yelp, moaning loudly and uncontrollably as I continue to come hard, the white-hot energy inside me filling every vein, bouncing around my soul like fireflies in a jar.
In this moment I am no longer a witch.
I am a goddess.
And I’m being consumed by two dark gods.
Then, the lights go out. I collapse on top of Brom, careful not to crush his still pulsing cock, and roll over beside him, causing Crane to pull out of me. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t talk. I am just here, and that’s all there is. There’s just us.
I close my eyes and feel my body drift away, as if floating on a dark current, taken somewhere safe, and I don’t know how long I lay like that for, but it isn’t until I feel Crane’s arms wrap around me, kissing the back of my head, that I realize we’re still in the middle of the circle, in the middle of the glen, in the middle of the woods, and I’m in the middle of these men.