Page 46 of A Haven of Brimstone and Darkness

Twin hands on my back push me forward, forcing me to bend over Ruen’s frame. The lack of thrusting is killing me. The lack of friction will dig my grave. My breasts hang over Ruen’s face andthankfully, blessedly, he takes the opportunity to suck one into his mouth. Lips, tongue, and teeth tease the turgid peak.

A cry is squeezed from me as my hair is gathered up and held aloft in a fist. I glance up as Theos steps up to the end of the table and turns my face to his crotch. His cock stands, tall and proud, with a bead of white cream oozing from the slit in the head. I lick my lips and before he can pull me forward, I’m already leaning towards it.

Stroking up the underside of his throbbing shaft, I taste the salt from his skin. One hip is coated in a gray ashy residue, a shadow on his otherwise perfect flesh. Taking the head between my lips, I lave at the slit there, earning more of that liquid gold. With a groan, I suck, taking him down, down, down further until he bumps against the back of my throat and billows out my cheeks.

My insides tighten around the massive cock inside me and I feel impossibly full, as if there isn’t anything else that could fit into me.

A dangerous thought, I realize a moment later, as the hands on my back move to my ass. Lifting and spreading my cheeks until I know he’s staring at the hole there. I should be ashamed. Embarrassment should swamp me at the knowledge, especially when I feel a finger delve into that dark place and swirl around it.

Somehow, though, all negative feelings have been stolen into the night. Whether it be the drink or the scent of fruit and ash in the air, I can’t bring myself to care.

Tight to the point of pain, I pant around Theos’ cock so hard that he withdraws himself from my lips to give me more room to breathe. The vein running up the side of his cock throbs despite his consideration and my tongue flicks out, lapping at his head, sucking down the precum on the tip. A deep, dark chuckle echoes at my spine. Kalix isn’t so gentle. He won’t stop.

A second finger joins the first and I arch up, crying out. Theos continues to hold my hair even as a third is inserted into a place that should never be penetrated. Ruen’s grip on my hips becomes punishing as he holds me in place. I squirm, trying to break free. Three fingers surge into my ass, back and forth.

“She’s too fucking tight,” Ruen growls out, offering the warning to Kalix.

“She can take it.” Kalix’s reply is almost a taunt at my back. Hissing out a breath through my teeth, I bite back a curse and look back over my shoulder.

Jade green eyes stare back at me, penetrating through the haze of lust and fire in my veins. He withdraws his fingers much to my relief, but almost as soon as they’re breaching the opening of my asshole, they’re thrusting back inside. My lips part, but no sound escapes.

Pain stretches me taut like a bow before smoothing outward, turning into warmth and something far more than agony.

“Oil,” Theos grunts. I don’t know if he’s requesting or suggesting, but he finally releases my hair and my head falls, my forehead pressing into Ruen’s sternum as Kalix continues to assault my ass. “Use the fucking oil.”

I’m too insane to really understand them. What would oil do? Would it make this sensation feel better? Would it stop the pain?

I shake my head. “I-I can take it,” I say aloud. Pain is nothing. I can take pain. I just need him closer. I need them all closer. I need them to take me until all I am istheirs.

Theos ignores my words as he disappears behind me to where I can’t see. Ruen cups my face between his palms and lifts me so that my eyes are forced to meet his. “Look at me,” he murmurs lightly.

He must know that I’m struggling because his hips have stopped rubbing against me. He sits, his cock resting inside my body as if it’s the perfect sheath to his sword and could stay herefor eternity. I lick my suddenly dry lips and am about to respond when Kalix shoves his fingers forward again, fucking into my ass with dry friction that burns and stings.

“Fuck!” I scream, arching up. Then, blessedly, something wet soothes over Kalix’s fingers and slides into my hole.

Slicking the ease of his intrusion, the pain doesn’t immediately dissolve, but it eases substantially. The next time Kalix withdraws and thrusts his hand against me, sparks sizzle down my spine. With the sharpness waning, I’m left open to feel the stretch of my inner muscles as he curls his fingers and strokes between the walls of my ass.

Beneath me, Ruen jumps and curses. He’s feeling Kalix’s fingers against his cock through the thin layer that separates them, I realize. Oh… Gods…

The fingers continue their ministrations for what feels like forever until they actually stop. Theos moves back to my face, lifting my chin as he gathers my hair into his fist again. He smells like something—candle wax? Or… he’d said oil. It’s a little floral, but more than anything it simply smells like smoke and fire.

“Open your mouth for me, Dea,” Theos murmurs. “You’re going to need something to muffle the screams.”

Screams? I don’t have a second to ask what he means as the hard head of a cock is at my ass and I’m shoved forward. My mouth engulfs Theos’ cock head and halfway down his length as Kalix’s shaft surges into me.

All around me, masculine groans of pleasure echo, filling my ears. There’s no more room for breath or thought. All I know is sensation and pleasure and pain. I groan as more of Theos’ wetness oozes from his cock and down my throat. I lick the underside of his cock and suckle at his head each time he withdraws. He never truly leaves me but pulls himself to my lips to give me enough space to drag in breath. As I gasp he strokeshis head back and forth across my lips before guiding himself back into my mouth, across my tongue until I swear I’m going to swallow all of him straight down my throat.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes and glide down my cheeks. Below, I can feel Ruen and Kalix—their cocks moving together in an off-kilter synchronization. Where one withdraws, the other thrusts forward so that I’m never left without a cock somewhere inside me. While Kalix is rougher and harder and meaner, taking my previously virgin ass with harsh strokes, Ruen is somewhere between his brothers. Neither as soft as Theos, but not nearly as cruel as Kalix, he fucks me with harsh curses and violent need.

My pussy squeezes around Ruen’s length at the same time as my ass clutches onto Kalix’s retreating form. Psychopath that he is, Kalix can only laugh. “You like my cock in your ass, little liar?” he asks, one hand moving between our bodies as he grips one of my thighs and lifts it up. “Shall I get deeper?” The question is obviously rhetorical, but he keeps going anyway even as his words dip into a snake-like hiss. “Shall I see how much you can take?”

The angle sends both him and Ruen deeper into me, eliciting a long moan from my throat that’s muffled by Theos’ penetration. I sense rather than see Kalix move up onto the platform, a hairy male leg planting next to Ruen’s as he lifts and drags my thigh up and over his.

Wetness slicks down the inside of my thighs. Heat burns a path through my chest. I glance up at Theos, not sure what I expect to find from him. Relief, maybe? It’s not what I get. His hand clenches tighter against my scalp, the pull of my hair lighting up little sparks that dance along my skin.

With his head thrown back and his body straining, his neck and shoulders bulge with muscle as his abdomen ripples in front of me. He slams himself into my mouth again and again. Low groans rise up. The sound of wet slapping sounds are all I canhear. Theos grips the base of his cock and thrusts into my mouth, using my lips like a cunt with harsh lunges that choke me.

When he comes, his whole body locks up tight and the hand in my hair pushes down so that my nose is forced against his groin. I hardly taste the salt and musk of his cream as it shoots straight down my throat and into my stomach.

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