Page 39 of Pretty Little Psycho

Full moons are when our power peaks. Each sigil we’ve carved onto our bodies is a reminder of that. They are all different and hold their own power. But they require blood and ritual. Each one is like a little oath we made, linking us to the raven and to each other.

As we pile into Valentin’s car and head back to Nocturnus House, I feel a surge of adrenaline rush through my veins. It’s more than just the thought of tonight’s sacrifice, which always excites me, it’s that Maureen does something to my blood. Something dormant is awakening within me. And I feel like her blood is the key to ending this curse against my family once and for all.

The ritual room is dark when we enter except for a few sconces that flicker against the stone walls. We are deep underground below Nocturnus House, surrounded by empty graves and tortured spirits.

In the center of the circular room is our altar. The thick stone surface in which we lay our offerings. We’ve been down here a thousand times and yet its power grips me like it’s the first every time.

We strip out of our clothes and form a circle around it. Valentin places a pair of Maureen’s panties down first. He fingers the crotch, rubbing at the dried cream. “We mark her. We claim her. We own her. Maureen Blackwell’s body, mind, and spirit belong to us.”

I shiver as a surge of power shoots up my thighs, encircling my cock. I’m harder than these stone walls that surround us.

Atlas pulls out a vial of nightshade and passes it to each of us before taking the last sip. “Made from the leaf that I rubbed against her flesh.”

The poison burns through my veins. It gets easier each time, but the pain is excruciating. I resist the urge to panic as my throat constricts and breath leaves my lungs. It can’t kill me, but it feels like it might. But after a few minutes, it settles into my blood like an old friend. I draw in a deep breath and feel my lungs expand back to normal.

I glance over to see Valentin wincing as he struggles with the poison as well. Atlas just grins as his eyes light up from the toxin. The Thorns were born with it in their veins. He could drink an entire vat of poison and not even flinch.

I remove the silver dagger from its velvet cloth and hold it up. A flicker of candlelight bounces off the blade, our gleaming source of power. The raven’s blade. I have carved countless sigils into my flesh and theirs with it. It’s the key to unlocking the gate. But only if it has the blood of a Blackwell on it.

Soon.

I turn to Valentin and press the blade against an unmarked patch of skin on his thigh. “Are you ready to receive the raven?”

He nods and widens his stance. “I am.”

I kneel down and run my hand up the inside of his leg. I nudge his cock to the side before pressing the tip of the blade to his thigh. My skin tingles as I let the raven move through me. It feels like a rush of every emotion all at once. My head swirls and pulses as my fingers tremble.

Valentin lets out a deep guttural moan as I begin carving into his flesh. “Fuck.”

Blood spills down his leg as I mutilate his flesh, digging the blade deeper and deeper with each mark. “Can you feel its power?”

Valentin fists my hair. “Yes…” His brown skin is slick with sweat and blood. I feel his cock pulse against the side of my hand as I finish up.

Fuck. It’s beautiful. I smear my fingers in his blood. “Ready?”

He grips the edge of the altar to steady himself. “Yes… I need it.”

Atlas pulls out another vial and tips it into Valentin’s mouth. “Drink it all.”

As soon as he finishes the last drop, I wrap my bloody hands around his cock and stroke up and down. “There we go. Fucking throb for me.”

Valentin throws his head back and moans. “Harder,” he begs. “Make it fucking hurt.”

I squeeze him hard as I pull down all the way to the tip. The sight of him like this destroys me. I yearn for his release more than he does.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He flexes his arms as he grips the stone altar, white-knuckling it.

I stroke my hands faster now, making sure to smear his blood up and down his shaft. “In absentia lucis, tenebrae vincunt.” In the absence of light, darkness prevails.

He cries out as his cum shoots out in hot white ropes. I pinch the tip of his cock, milking him against the altar. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”

“Let it all go,” I murmur. I can feel his pulse quicken, his shaft constricting as each wave of pleasure grips him. “Give it all to the raven. Every single drop.”

He cries louder as the last of his cum trickles out. I stroke him gently, tickling each ridge with my fingertips. “You did so fucking good.”

As Valentin pants for breath, I trace my fingers around his newly carved sigil. “Mors tua, vita mea…” Your death, my life. Every sigil strengthens us. The raven gives us more power every time. Soon we will be in control of the ravens and not the other way around.

Atlas straightens and puffs out his chest. “I’m ready.”

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