He fisted the hair on the back of my head and tugged, and I dropped my hands to his hips, dragging them against mine, nudging my cock up against his. God, he was beautiful. Powerful. Strong. Masculine in all the ways that drew me to him.
This wouldn’t be hard, not at all, and I pitied my past self, who had been nervous about doing this. I would delight in pleasing him because it pleased our witch, and it pleased me. We were tied together on a metaphysical level, our blood and flesh now one.
He broke away to bite and kiss down my jaw and over my throat, pausing at my pulse to suck, and I leaned my head back to grant him more access. My toes curled when he hit just the right spot, and a deep guttural groan poured out of my mouth as small, dainty hands went for my linen pants and shucked them to the ground.
Marta stood to my left, completely naked. She’d shed her ceremonial dress and was now working to free Atlas from his. I stepped out of my clothing and helped her with Atlas’s, and once we were free from that suffocating constraint, we descended on each other.
Atlas grabbed my dick and stroked it with one hand while he laced his fingers into my hair with the other.
“Did you like fucking our witch while I watched?” he asked, pressing his forehead to mine.
I gulped and nodded. “You’re both beautiful when you come.”
“Good,” he said, shoving me down in front of our witch. “Get her ready for me. I want an encore, and brother, you’re the star.”
I went willingly, dropping to my knees to stare up at Marta with big eyes, her pupils so dilated, they were nearly entirely black. She looked even better like that from my supplicant position, beautiful and given over to her lust.
“Go on, witch,” Atlas said as he stepped behind me to hold me there by my shoulders.
Marta stepped closer and raised a leg, and Atlas grabbed her calf, draping it over my torso so her foot hung down to my mid-back. I spread her open and leaned in, licking a long path up her skin to her clit where I sucked her into my mouth. God, she was so fucking delicious. So drenched. So decadent. The wicked wet sin echoed in my throat, amplified by Atlas’s arousal and Marta’s eagerness. She sank her fingers into my hair, holding me where she wanted me, and the gentle scrape of her nails ricocheted down my neck and into my spine. Having Atlas watch added gas to the inferno boiling inside me, and the new fury we’d created made it more intense.
“Yes, just like that,” she said…but her lips didn’t move. “More. More.”
“Fuck, this is intense. I love watching them together. He’s so beautiful. She’s so amazing,” Atlas’s voice came next, clear as day despite his mouth being otherwise occupied. “Fuck her harder.”
I did. I lapped and sucked and raised a hand to push one…then two fingers inside her. The logical part of my mind wanted to take a moment to process this surprising development. We were hearing each other’s thoughts, but I was too lost in Marta to focus. I wanted more. I wanted to dissolve into the present and never leave.
“I’m almost there. Yes, yes, yes,” Marta chanted, rocking her pelvis faster against my face, and I handled it, keeping pace with her. Her ecstasy rose in me, and Atlas’s footsteps echoed as he walked to stand next to her, taking a perfect nipple into his fingers with a hard pinch. She gasped, and it pushed her over the edge. Her climax shoved out of her, into me, into Atlas, and my cock wept from want of attention. My stomach muscles clenched, and I almost spilled on the ground under me, the rage of intensity too much to handle.
When I pulled back, my chin soaked with her cum, Atlas stared down at me with a dark gaze. He leaned down to grab my throat, haul me up, and lick it off my skin, his sick delight at the combination of me and her rattling through him, straight into my chest. It was better than the oldest scotch, sweeter than honey, and he wanted more.
I glanced between him and our witch and back again as unspoken desire bled from my soul.
“Do you want something, brother?” he asked mentally, raising an eyebrow.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He chuckled softly and looked at Marta.
“What do you think, witch? Has he been good enough to be fucked?”
She grinned and tilted her head to the side, seeming to assess me. “I suppose you should have mercy on him.”
“Mercy.” Atlas tsked through his teeth and shook his head, tugging me in closer with his hand still around my throat. “Shall I be merciful, brother?”
I shivered, my entire body shaking under the weight of his dominance. It gave me such a rush, seeing him like this, knowing I was putty in his capable hands. I almost couldn’t stand it.
“Look at you,” he teased. “Such a big, strong warrior turned into a quivering mess by the mere thought of my cock in your ass.”
I quaked harder, and my cock jerked in response. He noticed and reached out to take me, and I nearly lost it all when his warm palm wrapped around the base, sliding up to the head. Fuck, he felt good, and the warmth of his satisfaction pounded behind my chest.
“Witch,” he snarled, “on the ground. Ass up. Head down.”
She didn’t normally take orders from Atlas, nor did she usually allow us to talk to her like this. But something in the air was different now. A darkness had overpowered him, overpowered all of us, snatching away any sense of decorum and propriety. This was his scene. We were his partners. His witch. His warrior. His playthings to do with as he pleased. And I was all too happy to be that for him.
This new side of him should have terrified me. It didn’t. It escalated my high. It made me feel more at peace, like all I had to do was what he told me, and everything would be right in the world. It awoke something ancient and dangerous in my own mind, something that rattled against a cage with relentless, unwavering force. I slowly…delicately…unlocked the bars holding it back.
Marta dropped to the ground and lowered her upper body to the floor, reaching her arms overhead. She arched her back and spread her legs, her cunt wet with excitement, shimmering in the candelight, a blatant invitation. One Atlas seized.
