Page 8 of Velka Manor

My legs buckle underneath me, a cry releases from my lips. He finds that sweet spot inside me that makes me squirt, and a blinding pleasure burns through my body. I feel my cum dripping down my legs, and I buck into the demon’s hands, wanting more. Kiss-Me twists my nipples, grinding against my ass, holding me up. My arms scramble back and lock around his neck, holding tight to my nightmare.

“Bastian. Dorian,” I cry. A burning heat rolls down my stomach, making my sex throb.

“Tell your big brothers how much their little sister wants them to make her scream,” Kiss-Me demands, kissing my neck.

“So much,” I moan, working my hips. “I want to be so good for my big brothers. I need them. I-”

A second orgasm crashes into me, and my head throws back in a silent scream. The demons don’t stop until I’m a sopping wet mess, uncontrollably shaking, covering them in my cum. Kiss-Me wrenches my head back, fisting my hair as I sob. He licks my tears, humming in delight, capturing my mouth, and I don’t fight him.

Neon tears us away from each other, slipping his cum-covered fingers into Kiss-Me’s mouth, forcing them to the back of his throat until he gags. Saliva drips down his chin, but he doesn’t fight the invasion, wrapping his lips around the fingers, sucking off my cum, not taking his eyes off me.

I’m hypnotised.

“Doesn’t she taste like the best forbidden fruit?”

Neon pulls his fingers out of his mouth as Kiss-Me nods, putting them into his mouth instead. I squirm between them, keening, my pussy throbbing again, needing more…wanting more.

“Please,” I beg, unable to help myself.

Neon’s eyes flash, and he tips his head towards Kiss-Me. They place me on my knees between them, Neon’s thumb forcing its way into my mouth.

“Keep that pretty hole open,” he snarls, and I do as I’m told.

They stand together, their large cocks in their hands. I lick my lips, wanting the glistening pre-cum that rests on their tips. A slap hits my breasts, catching my hard nipples, making them burn and throb. I gasp, a shriek breaking free. Neon wraps his hand around my throat, hissing in my face.

“I told you to keep that pretty fucking mouth of yours open.” He jams his fingers into my mouth again, forcing it as wide as it will go until my eyes water. I nod, mumbling an apology.

He releases me and uses the spit on his fingers as lube for his cock, working the shaft hard in a tight grip.

“I’m going to come all over your face, pretty girl,” Kiss-Me hisses. “Taste my fucking cum.”

A hot splash hits my face, and I stick my tongue out, catching as much as I can. He grunts, moaning deeply, and Neon grasps his shoulder, spilling his hot seed. They taste like fire and sin, burning me in the most delicious way possible.

Once they’re done, they caress my face, rubbing their cum into my skin, marking me. Their touches are soft, almost loving, and I melt into them. But it only lasts a few seconds before their grip hardens, holding me in place.

A snake appears in Neon’s other hand and jumps forward, sinking its small fangs into my breast. The world immediately turns to darkness, my demons laughing as I go.

“Your big brothers are going to take such good care of you, little sister. Welcome home.”

6

Dorian

Octavia falls limp in Bastian’s arms, a bit of blood bubbling where I injected her with propofol to knock her out cold. I run my thumb over it, brushing the evidence away, Bastian cradling her to his chest.

I remove that awful mask he chose to use, chucking it to the floor. We selected our masks years ago and have never changed them, wanting her to see the same monsters over and over. Mine is a standard mask you can get in most stores; I didn’t want something too horrific, but Bastian’s is plain revolting.

He added the kiss me on the forehead of the mask the first night we drugged her and chased her through the castle, slaughtering one of Father’s spies, making it look like we were killing her demons. She cried in relief, thinking she was safe, and said she could just kiss us in a giddy high. Since then, Bastian adds kiss me on the mask each time, hoping for a kiss.

“She finally admitted it,” Bastian growls, raking his gaze down her naked body, biting his bottom lip, rubbing our release into her skin.

“She did.”

We’ve been pushing her towards the darkness for a long time, twisting her all up on the inside, making her as depraved as us. The nightmare hunts started after her eighteenth birthday. Once a month, we would slip her acid, forcing her on a trip she believed was a recurring nightmare. It started off as demons chasing her and then her big brothers coming to her rescue, her dark saviours frightening the demons away, slaughtering anyone who tried to harm her. We would change it up each time, but the one thing that stayed the same was that her brothers saved her, making us the only ones she could rely on.

Even after shewoke up,she would come to us for comfort, and we would soothe the pain away. Our plan was working perfectly: she was falling deeper and deeper into the darkness with us as her guides—her lifeline. Her twentieth birthday was the night our plan was supposed to take its next step. Until then, we were just her protectors. We were going to plant the seed at being more, slowly poisoning her heart and warping her mind, but our father made sure that didn’t happen. He sent her away, snatching her right out of our arms when we weren’t paying attention.

That will never happen again.

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