“What a sight.” He rubbed a hand over her ass, clenching at the fleshy muscle, and I focused on the way his fingers left indents in her delicate skin. Atlas couldn’t resist. He kneeled between her legs and leaned down to sink his teeth in. She let out a squeal that turned into a moan when he rubbed her clit, adding the right amount of pleasure to the pain. When he let go, he grazed his fingers over his teeth marks, wondering if there was some kind of magic that would make them permanent.
“Brother,” Atlas said as he lined his leaking cock up with her achingly blissful pussy. “Put your cock in her mouth. If you come before I tell you, I’ll make it hurt.”
I froze for a moment, this new monster growling in the back of my mind. I wanted to fuck her, yes, but I wanted him to fuck me, too. I wanted both of them, but not like this. I wanted him in my ass and my cock in her cunt. I wanted to be between them, adored by them, while I lavished affection on both of them.
He didn’t have the patience for it. He grabbed Marta’s hips and raised an eyebrow in my direction, demanding I listen or suffer the consequences. Somewhere inside, the old Wes scrambled for purchase, but this new version of me wanted to listen. Wanted to obey. Wanted to be good and perfect and worthy. And this Atlas, the one that wanted to take, he didn’t care. I would listen, or he would make me listen.
“Is there a problem?”
I gulped and shook my head.
“No, no problem,” I said out loud.
“Good.” He nodded to the spot in front of our witch. “Do as you’re told.”
I did. I knelt in front of Marta while she lifted herself onto all fours and opened her lips to take me inside. Fuck, her mouth always felt like heaven. I hissed, and the shock of her warmth hit me twice as he sank deep inside her, all the way down, so her ass met his pelvis.
Fuck, she was perfect. They were perfect. I grabbed her hair and held her in place while I took what I wanted from her perfect lips, what I needed, sparing her no pleasantries. I thrust hard before pulling out and shoving myself inside again, just as Atlas did the same to her cunt. The intertwining pleasure, hers, his, mine, it spun around inside me, feeding the monster growing between us, fueling it until it nearly combusted. And just when she was about to hit her apex, Atlas slowed down, retreating just far enough to have her panting around my cock before surging back in again.
I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want it to ever stop. And if I played my cards right, it never would. On and on, it went. Atlas brought all three of us right to the edge, her euphoria compounding on mine, mine corrupting Atlas’s, his rebounding into her, an infinite cycle that blurred the lines between us. If I stopped to think about it, if I let the useless old me dwell on it, I would have noticed the danger in allowing it to burn out of control. But there was no time for that.
There was only this. Only us. Forever.
I met my brother’s gaze over Marta and marveled at the beauty in his breakdown. Sweat beaded and fell down his cheeks; his eyes had gone completely dark, blacking out the white areas around his pupils, and his features twisted in agony. I wanted to come, I needed to come, but I was a good boy.
I would wait until I was told, even if it hurt.
“Brother, please,” I whined, furrowing my eyebrows as I sank my fingers into Marta’s hair. “Please.”
“Do you think you’ve earned my mercy?” He was teasing me now, playing with me for the simple joy of watching me falter.
“I don’t deserve your ruthlessness.”
“Hmm.” Atlas leaned over our witch and bit her earlobe, causing her to tremble. “What do you think? Should I give him grace for going down on you in the closet? Should I let him have his way when he’s the reason we’re stuck here in the first place?”
Somewhere in the haze of the magic and the monster, he’d let the vicious side of him turn cruel. I didn’t think Atlas really blamed me for our circumstances. But now, he wanted to see me shatter. He wanted to hold me in his palm and smash me to pieces.
“Play nice, Atlas,” Marta said. “He’s such a delicate thing.”
I sobbed, my chest heaving with restraint.
“Fine,” Atlas said, scooting back from our witch. “Come here.”
I nearly tripped over myself to comply, racing across the space between us to lower myself to the ground. I went for Marta first, but he shook his head.
“Oh, no,” he said, grabbing either side of my jaw to force my face back toward him. “Lick her off me. Clean me up.”
Oh, what a little slut, I was. I grabbed his cock and sucked him deep into my mouth, lapping at the underside with my tongue so forcefully, I yanked his hips forward. He laughed and sank his fingers into my hair, gripping me as he fucked my mouth.
The power in his hold turned me on. The soft velvet of his cock between my lips made my own jump with excitement. And when he hit the back of my throat to make me gag, my lower stomach clenched as tears rolled down my cheeks.
Marta rolled over onto her back and speared her fingers between her legs, soothing the ache he’d left behind. Her eyes had turned the same color as Atlas’s, obsidian spiraling in their depths, hinting at the madness we’d unearthed. Atlas urged it on. He tunneled himself deep into me, but that felt amazing. It stroked my own cock as much as it massaged my tongue.
“We’ve wasted so much time, brother,” he said. “We could have been doing this for years.”
I moaned around him, rubbing my hands up his thighs to his stomach, scratching my nails down his torso and leaving angry welts in their wake. He loved that, too. He worked me into a frenzy, and I felt Marta play with herself, the sensation of her fingers dipping inside her cunt and rolling over her clit amping up my exhilaration as it reverberated through all three of us.
If I didn’t stop…if I didn’t slow down…
