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The part of me that was long dead thought of screaming or calling out for help from anybody who might hear. But who would hear me out here, so far away from the nearest neighbor? Our property was vast enough that I could walk a mile and not see another soul. Nobody heard my family when they screamed for their lives, nobody heard my sister begging for hers, nobody heard my father pleading for…himto take his life instead. Nobody heard us, and nobody saved us. So why would they save me now?
Did I even want to be saved? Maybe these shadow monsters would make this entire situation even easier. For years, I’d tried and failed to kill myself, to rid myself of these incessant voices in my head that never seemed to shut the fuck up, but I'd never been able to do it because I was a fucking coward down to my core. I was a goddamn fucking coward.
So maybe they would do it for me. Maybe they would have their fill of ravishing my body before devouring it whole and ripping me to shreds, leaving nothing behind but blood and bones the way that the universe intended before I managed to cheat death the first time.
"Bleed for me, Iris. I need to taste it…to sip it from your pretty veins." His long claws dug into my arms from overhead, anchoring me in place as his brother’s tongue slithered over my clit again, flicking and laving back and forth.
Every muscle in my body quivered, my eyes rolling back as heat pooled between my thighs. I ached to rub myself against his shadowy face, to find relief from this agony.
"I crave your suffering," the one behind me said. I tilted my head back and peered up at him. His eyes glowed white against the void of his smokey black body. "Cut deeper for me."
Cut…? What was he talking…
I looked down, suddenly staring at the straight razor I clutched in my hand. Only seconds before, my arms had been locked in place. I didn’t remember moving, nor had I taken my razor out of my overnight bag. That didn’t change the fact that I was holding it…pressing it to my other wrist now. When had I moved? What was going on? Time didn’t make sense, and my mind was scattered. Still, the shadow man only urged me on with the nod of his head.
I pressed the razor edge into my arm, relishing the feel of hot blood pouring down my elbow, dripping onto the floor. The burn of it was ecstasy, and I closed my eyes, letting a moan slip past my lips.
“Lick it from her vein, Cyn,” the shadow man between my thighs said. I opened my eyes to see him staring at his brother, my blood still dripping from his lips.
Cyn…His name is Cyn.
I felt a tight grip on my wrist as he raised it to his lips, letting his long tongue lap at the blood. His tongue was forked, and he could move each point individually. My arm stung badly, but I could still feel the tickle down to my bones. I squirmed, rolling my hips as Cyn licked my arm, drinking my blood down greedily until my head started to feel too heavy.
“Make her scream, Cilas,” Cyn said, his voice strained and heavy with hunger and anticipation. “Her heart is racing, but not fast enough…”
I looked down at the shadow man between my thighs—Cilas. His white eyes watched as his brother lapped up the blood dripping down my arm, and again, I felt something hard shift against my core. I couldn’t help but grind against it.
Then I felt it. The thick head of what was unmistakably a heavy, pulsating cock pushed at my entrance. A breath caught in my throat as my entire body stiffened. Was this really happening? Could I even stop this if I wanted to? Something told me the choice was out of my hands. Instead of shoving inside of me, Cilas angled his hips upwards, letting the underside of his shadowy cock slide along my wet pussy. I groaned again, my back arching into him as Cyn played with my nipples.
There were so many hands…so many fingers, cocks, and tongues. I was lost, and I didn’t want to be found.
The ticking of a grandfather clock in the far corner of the room raced in time with my slowing heartbeats, counting down the seconds until my life was drained away, leaving behind a grinning husk of a body, sated in every way. I was feeling too much, needing too much, and soon, they would take everything. Maybe they'd even consume me once my last breath left me. Maybe they'd tear me to pieces, while I watched from some distant, lonely plane.
Or maybe…I'd consume them instead.
Cilas thrust into me, and I screamed at the intrusion. I hadn’t realized how large he was before, but fuck… I stretched around him painfully, knowing damn well that if I lived through this night, I was going to bleed.
“That’s it, sad one, take me in. Let me break you until you’re screaming in pain. Cyn will drink it up before you notice it’s gone…” He pulled out and thrust into me again, his claws on my thighs holding me in place while Cyn licked my nipples. “Scream for me, Iris…”
I did. I screamed, shutting my eyes tightly as he picked up his pace, fucking me hard and forcing my back into the floorboards painfully. He was so large in every way, and I imagined he could swallow me up into his shadows if he wanted to and I’d never find my way back out.
Through the pain, I felt pleasure so immense that it made me cry. Tears saturated my cheeks, dripping into my tangled hair, but Cyn was there to lick them up. He groaned deep in his chest, rumbling and vibrating behind me like a cat. Then his tongue returned to my breasts, flicking at my hard, sore nipples until they felt raw and abused.
I’d dropped the razor at some point, and briefly, I considered searching for it to use as a weapon, but a weapon for what? To defend myself from these shadows? Something told me a razor would be useless and would only infuriate them. Then there was the question of if I even wanted to fight back. As soon as the thought entered my mind, I knew the answer—I didn’t. I wanted to be fucked, absolutely ravished and destroyed. I needed it like I needed my next breath.
His cock battered me, reaching so deeply that I could feel my lower stomach bulging with it. I’d never been stretched so wide, and I loved it. I loved the tearing stretch of him, the warmth and tickle of his shadows. There was an odd texture to him too, something like fine ridges along the underside of his cock that did something incredible to my nerve endings.
He fucked me hard and fast, his big hands wrapping around my waist as if I were nothing but a slip of a woman for him to toss around. The noises he began to make were guttural, nearly growling. It only spurred me on more, wanting to coax more of those noises out of him.
I moved my hips along with his thrusts, undulating and swirling, causing his pelvis to rub against my clit. I gasped as strikes of pleasure shot through my body at the friction, and the creature behind me noticed. Removing one hand from my breast, he reached down between my thighs as his brother fucked me relentlessly. I sucked in a breath as his fingertip swirled around my clit, faster and faster, matching Cilas’ pace.
“That’s a good girl,” Cyn whispered as he rubbed me in circles. My eyes were rolling back as a pressure built between my thighs. I was so close…so fucking close. “Come for me, Iris…” It was a command, not a suggestion.
Cilas bottomed out one last time as I screamed out my release, wetness once again squirting out of me in streams, probably coating Cilas in it, if that were even possible. At this point, I had no idea what was possible or what was even real.
Then I felt it—hot cum filled me up as his cock pulsed inside of me. Whatever Cilas and Cyn were made of, they were still males. It dripped out of me, running down my ass and onto the floor, but he had yet to pull out. Cyn removed his finger from my clit and began running his hands through my hair almost reverently.
I lay there, blinking in the darkness, my body humming with satisfaction. The world was spinning as my head swam. Cyn caressed the side of my face, hovering over me as his mouth stretched wide. His teeth were so sharp, they could shred my face off, and there were so many of them…too many.
