Page 12 of Darkest Descent

“Ohh,” Asher gave a deep moan, then stilled, moaning and sighing as he came. I broke away from the kiss to watch his cum spurt all over Hunter’s black boot, the white liquid spurting from the head of his cock beautifully. I wanted to lick it, to taste him again.

At that moment, I wondered when I’d broken inside as I found myself sinking to my knees beside my brother, kissing him again and muttering how much I loved him. He rested his forehead against mine, tears spilling down his cheeks as we soaked in what we’d just done. Coercion, yes, but at some point we had stopped fighting it at every turn and given ourselves over.

“You look beautiful,” Hunter told us. “Look at my gorgeous twins on the floor at my feet. I think you know what I need you to do next…” He tapped his cum-covered boot and raised his eyebrows. He really was a stunning man, with his gruffness and his dark, almost feral demeanor. There was something about him I trusted to follow through on his word. I believed him when he promised suffering.

Asher took my hand as we bent down and licked Hunter’s boot, swiping through the cum as it settled on the musky leather. Sucking up the droplets before they ran to the floor. My bladder ached, and I didn’t know if I’d make it to the bucket once I moved, but I didn’t stop, I didn’t stop until Asher’s cum was gone from Hunter’s boot, until it was sparkling clean like I knew he wanted. When my tongue brushed against Asher’s, my veins tingled.

Hunter stroked my cheek, then Asher’s. “You’ve both been so good,” he told us, and I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body, down to a cellular level, begging for change, for freedom, for the last few days to not have happened. But the quiet part that yearned to give up the fight? It was winning.

Hunter looked at Asher. “Give me a kiss and I’ll take her to a proper bathroom. She can shower and everything.”

“No,” Asher said fast, snapping out of his daze. “I’ll never see her again if you take her away, I know it.”

Hunter shook his head and stepped back when Asher clambered to stand. “Now, you know I wouldn’t want to do that, when I have two such pretty creatures at my feet to play with. Kiss me for your sister, show her how much you care.”

Asher grabbed Hunter, and with a furious growl, forced himself onto the other man, smashing their lips together in an angry, rough kiss. I watched them in shocked awe, the way the two masculine beings moved, waging a war with their tongues and teeth.

Hunter reciprocated with as much fierceness, if not more, grabbing my brother’s chin and squeezing until his mouth fell wide open. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as they stared into his other’s eyes, speaking a conversation just between themselves.

“She tastes good,” Hunter told Asher, then forced my brother lower to dribble a line of spit into his mouth. Asher swallowed, then Hunter shoved him back.

Appearing a little shaken, but masking it well, Hunter scooped me up and flung me over his shoulder, my bladder landing right on the hard bone and muscle. I yelled out in surprise, and it took everything in me not to let my urine flow all over his chest as we walked. But freedom was closer.

He carried me to the door, before turning to face Asher one more time. “She’ll be back squeaky clean and empty in no time,” he teased, before stepping over the threshold of the dank dungeon and into a dark hallway, leaving Asher on his own. Separating us. My body yearned for my twin, the pain growing with each step away.

Shit. I knew I needed to play the game just a little longer. But I was starting to wonder whether it was a game at all.

8

Hunter

The twins were perfect.

Since I’d finally laid eyes on them six months ago, I knew they were going to be mine. Stalking them online was no longer enough, so I started following them, standing on the edge of their lives while I plotted our future.

It was enough for a while, then meddling in their lives became a necessity. They’d been there in the corners of my brain for a long time, but seeing them? Seeing them, touching them, hurting them… it was all worth it. I had to reveal my face earlier than planned because their father didn’t believe it was me behind the mask. My name on their lips hadn’t been enough. He thought I’d be too scared, that I was still the same person he knew. But fuck him. I grinned up at that camera while I abused his children, my entire face on display for his pleasure.

Two days ago, in quick and easy succession, my plan came to a head, and I took them both. It was simple. I followed them back from their parents’ house, and when Asher dropped his sister at the side of the road, not even waiting to see her get safely inside, my decision was made about who to grab first. He walked past me without a second glance after parking his car and strolling to his building, nose buried in his phone. Didn’t even flinch when I picked up my steps behind him. He fell asleep so beautifully when I choked him.

And I need not have panicked about how I’d get his sister – because I did require them both for my plan to unfold as beautifully as I imagined. That was the point of all this. Twins. Pain. Vengeance.

No, Alice stumbled from a bar, drunk and angry, less than twenty-four hours later. I played with her fear before capturing her, but it was oh so sweet when I did. She too, just like her brother, fell for me perfectly. Her body resisted for mere moments before she succumbed. That resistance was delicious.

And now she was over my shoulder, squeezing her thighs together so she didn’t piss her pretty little pussy all over me. I smirked and smacked her ass, and she cried out. Was it in pleasure or pain? A desire for more or dread over what was next? It all meant the same to me. I’d fuck them up as good as I had been.

I knew she was watching as I locked her brother into the basement room and climbed the stairs to the main house. She grew quiet as she took in each step, every turn and door we passed through. My Alice was clever. I’d watched her for long enough to have picked up on that. She would be biding her time, taking it all in, ready for the escape she didn’t truly want. I saw the way she’d come for me, the whirring of her brain as she tried to plot a way out. It was part of what made her so perfect.

I’d learned everything about her. Right down to the kind of porn she masturbated to when she thought she was alone. It never went any further than the typical step-brother fucks his step-sister, but I knew. I knew what she wanted. I was just giving it to her. To both of them. Hacking into their lives had been my greatest pleasure.

I slapped her ass, made sure the cheeks jiggled good and proper as we reached the bathroom. Touching her, touching both of them, got me harder than a steel beam and hornier than a teenager seeing tits for the first time.

Standing in the center of the small room, the shower to my left, the toilet to my right, and a window ajar before me, I weighed up my options.

“Please, Hunter, I’m going to burst,” Alice cried, her tone full of fury and anguish. She didn’t even notice the open window, the breeze against her ass cheeks.

“Ah, I just don’t think you’ve done enough for me…” I teased. “I’m not sure you deserve the toilet.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, trying to lash out at me, but it jostled her body, and she whimpered from the change in pressure. “I can’t—”

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