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Then he removes the knife from my back, and the pain stops, and my head drops down, my hair flowing over Brom’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Brom swears. “I don’t know how much of this I can take. I could come right in your hair, Kat.”
“You’re going to take as much as I tell you to,” Crane snaps at him. “Pick up your knife and cut your palm.”
I don’t know if it’s the elixir taking effect but suddenly all the pain vanishes. The sharp stinging sensation from the blade is gone, and instead I feel more aroused than ever. I raise my head to look up at Brom as he glides the knife over his palm, blood dripping down onto his cock.
I’m overcome with a most perverted urge, something that seems to come from the darkest, most primal reaches of my soul. I grab Brom’s cock, holding the hot, velvet length in my hand, then slide it into my mouth, the taste of his arousal mixed with the blood from his palm hitting my tongue and making me moan.
“Fuck!” Brom calls out, his hips jerking his cock deeper into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, Kat.”
“Getting ahead of ourselves?” Crane grumbles, sounding petulant. “At least put your hand on her back.”
Brom leans forward and presses his hand over the cut along my spine, and I feel the hot sticky warmth of his blood mixing with mine. It doesn’t hurt anymore, instead it feels like I’m stepping into a hot bath, made all the better by his beautiful dick in my mouth. I feel like I’m transforming, turning into an animal that only has mindless sex on her mind, who wants to be utterly defiled by these two powerful and virile men.
Then I feel Crane’s hand do the same, sliding down my spine, and then he’s nudging my legs apart with his knee and I feel the kiss of his cock at my entrance.
“Still wet,” he rasps. “That’s my girl.”
With this angle Crane feels so large and wide that I brace myself, sucking harder on Brom as Crane shoves in an inch.
I let out a choked cry, and their hands are everywhere—Brom’s gathering my hair in his fist, his other hand smoothing down my back, Crane’s hand coasting up my back to meet Brom’s, his other a bruising grip on my hips.
“Jesus, you’re too tight,” Crane manages to eke out, making slow progress until finally he forces himself in to the hilt. “Your cunt is trying to kill me, darling. Fuck.”
I can’t even respond. I truly feel like a vessel for their seed tonight, being penetrated on both ends, and my body seems to grow mad with the desire for more. More of them, more of this, more of us. I want them to unleash inside me, fill me up until I’m drowning in it.
“Look at her, Brom,” Crane muses through a ragged groan. “Look at our desperate, greedy little witch. Have you ever seen someone so hungry for our cocks? God, Kat, you’re taking us both so well.”
Brom only grunts, his hips pushing in harder and faster as he holds my head in place.
“She might even suck your cock better than you suck mine,” Crane says, his own hips slamming against me harder, driving deeper with each thrust until his thick crown starts pressing on some place inside me, a spot that makes me want to explode. “You’re growing even wetter by the second, sweetheart, you’re dripping on the ground, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
I groan over Brom’s length, which causes another hiss from him, his fist tightening in my hair and yanking on it, but there’s no pain now, only pleasure. There’s only this, only us.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” Brom says, his fingers desperate and wild as they try to grab my face, pressing into my skin, my tonsils being rubbed raw from his blunt head.
“You’re not coming yet,” Crane warns, and suddenly I feel him lean over me. I look up, careful not to let Brom’s cock slip from my mouth, and watch as Crane grabs Brom by the throat. “You’re not coming until I say you do. Same goes for you, Kat, or I’m choking you too.”
I let my teeth gently graze over Brom’s hard ridge, watching as Crane continues to choke Brom until Brom’s face starts to darken from lack of oxygen, his lips raised in a sneer. Then Crane pulls his head forward, and even though I can’t see them above me anymore, not from this angle, I can hear them kissing. Wet and hungry, coupled with shallow breaths and fluttering moans, and even with the two of them pounding deep inside me, I’m struck with jealousy.
Then they break apart. Crane releases Brom and begins to chant something under his breath, the words fast and unintelligible, but they feel sacred, feel like they mean something. He repeats these words over and over, and then he groans.
