Page 40 of Pretty Little Psycho

This new one is special for him. But it’s also dangerous. The power he’s asking for… it will seal his ability to see through the eyes of every raven. He’ll become our tracker. And no matter where Maureen goes, we’ll find her.

But the ravens have dark desires. Cravings of their own. It requires us to commit the most depraved acts. And the more we do them, the more we crave it too.

I walk behind him and rest my hands on his hips. “Are you ready to receive the raven?”

Atlas nods. “I am.”

I take a moment to admire his physique. Every muscle is taut and smooth, chiseled like the stone in this room. He doesn’t have a single imperfection. I press the tip of the blade to the back of his neck. “For the raven. For sight. No one can hide from us now.”

Atlas clenches his jaw as I carve the sigil into the delicate flesh just below his hairline. The dark red blood looks like a painting as it slides down his back, a beautiful contrast to his porcelain white flesh.

I feel the power thrumming through my fingertips again with each stroke of the dagger. “Close your eyes. What do you see?”

“Everything,” he whispers.

I rub my hands in his blood, spreading it all over his body. “The raven is hungry. Needy.”

“Mmm… yeah. Take whatever you want.” Atlas shoves Maureen’s panties into his mouth.

I can’t fucking wait to have a collection of her cream-stained underwear. I’ll fucking hang them around this house like trophies.

I suck on my finger before slipping it inside Atlas’s ass. Fuck. It’s so hot and tight. “Damn…”

Atlas’s wails are muffled through the cotton panties. He jerks forward as I wedge my finger deeper inside. Valentin reaches around and fists Atlas’s cock. I need more. I want to be buried inside to the fucking hilt.

I pull my finger out and press my cock to his entrance. “This is going to fucking hurt.”

Stars blur my vision as I push inside him. Holy fuck. I want more and more. We are one, the three of us. As we’ve always been. But now I need my firecracker. I need her fucking strapped to this altar like a pretty little rag doll.

A torturous rage fills me as I feel her absence. Atlas lets out a deep guttural moan and I tear through him, sliding my cock in and out of his ass like I want to rip it apart.

Pain is our pleasure. It’s what bonds us. “Fuck, you are so perfect for me right now.”

Atlas bucks his hips as Valentin strokes his cock with fury. “Good boy, Atlas. Let us fucking unravel you.”

I pound him harder as tingles spread down my shaft, my blood pumping faster. “I’m about to fill you up. Fuck.” I clench and release, slamming into him as my cum bursts out.

“Cum with me,” I beg.

Atlas slams his hands on the altar and rocks his hips into Valentin’s palm.

“Mmm, there we go. Fuck, yeah.”

I’m still inside him as he releases into Valentin’s hand, the three of us rocking against each other like one symbiotic unit.

I reach around and slowly pull the panties out of his mouth. “Did you see our little firecracker?”

He nods and bites his lip. “She’s in her bed… naked. Her legs are spread open.”

Fuck. I almost cum again. “Tell me what she’s doing, Atlas.”

His chest heaves. “She’s playing with her pussy. Fuck… Her fingers… she’s got them in so fucking deep.”

I rest my damp forehead against his bloody back. My cock throbs against his ass, and I have to resist thrusting into him again. “Well, we’ll have to punish her for putting on a show without us.”

Valentin strokes my back. “Mors vincit omnia,” Death always wins. “She’s ours now, brother. We have given blood and cum and sweat to make sure of that. Let her play with her own cunt tonight. Her last night of freedom. Starting tomorrow no one touches her cunt but us.”

Atlas spins around and grips my shoulders. He presses his forehead to mine. “For the raven.”

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