Page 88 of The Blood Moon Hunt

Suddenly, Ronan appears at the foot of the altar, his piercing gaze locking onto mine as he steps closer. My heart races, pulse pounding in my ears, as he reaches out to trace a finger along my collarbone. His touch sears like fire, sending shivers down my spine.

Without breaking eye contact, Ronan kneels beside me, his large hand cupping my breast possessively. He pinches my nipple, tugging sharply, and I cry out, the sound muffled by Damien's cock still lodged in my throat. Ronan leans in, his hot breath fanning across my skin as he growls low in his throat.

I feel the collective energy of the warlocks intensifying, our powers beginning to merge and build toward a cataclysmic release. It's overwhelming, the sheer force of their magic mingling with my own burgeoning abilities.

Ronan's lips brush against my ear as he whispers dark promises, his voice a husky rumble that vibrates through my very core. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he purrs, his free hand sliding down to toy with my clit. "You'll be screaming my name long after I've taken what's mine."

His words send a jolt straight to my center, my walls clenching almost painfully around Lucien's cock. The others seem to sense the shift in energy, and suddenly, they pull back. Damien withdraws from my mouth with a wet pop, leaving me gasping for air. Lucien slips free from my spasming pussy, followed moments later by Adrian's length from my abused hole.

Ronan takes his place between my spread legs, his massive erection springing free, throbbing and leaking with need.

Ronan grips my thighs, spreading me wider as he lines himself up with my entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself inside me, stretching me deliciously around his thick girth. A scream tears from my throat at the sudden intrusion, my body arching off the altar.

"Fuck yes," Ronan groans, starting to move. He sets a relentless pace, each powerful stroke hitting that spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. The other warlocks watch hungrily, their eyes dark with lust as they witness Ronan claiming me so thoroughly.

Damien moves behind me, running his hands over my curves before gripping my hips and pulling me back to meet his thrusts. Lucien settles beside me, one hand tangling in my hair as he uses it to hold me still while he fists his cock.

As Ronan continues to pound into me, I feel Damien's cock press against my entrance once more.Before I can catch my breath, he surges forward, burying himself alongside Ronan's thickness. The double penetration stretches me impossibly wide, the dual sensations of being filled by both men overwhelming my senses.

Behind me, Lucien's fingers delve into my ass, preparing me for his girth. With a grunt, he pushes forward, sinking into my rear passage alongside Damien's cock in my pussy. The fullness is exquisite, bordering on painful, yet I crave more.

Adrian moves to my side, his cock pressing against my lips. Without hesitation, I open my mouth, welcoming him inside. He begins to thrust, his length sliding against my tongue as I suckle gently.

The four of us fall into a rhythm, moving in perfect sync as if we were made for this. Ronan's powerful strokes pound into my pussy, each thrust pushing me higher. Damien's cock rubs deliciously against Ronan's, the dual stimulation driving me wild.

Lucien filling me completely from the rear. And Adrian's cock sliding along my tongue, his flavor coating my taste buds as I service him eagerly.

The pressure builds rapidly, the combined efforts of the warlocks pushing me towards the edge. My muscles tighten, my body quivering with anticipation.

The clearing seems to spin, the sounds of our passion echoing off the stone altar. I'm lost in a haze of ecstasy, my mind fragmenting under the onslaught ofsensation. I can feel the power building beneath me. From the edges of my vision I can see the shadows and other warlocks trying desperately to claw towards us, but they don't concern me. I realize they can't reach us.

And then, with a scream torn from my throat, I come apart.

As my orgasm crashes over me, the warlocks follow suit, their own releases erupting in swift succession. Ronan roars, his seed pumping deep into my womb as he buries himself to the hilt. Damien's cock twitches, spilling his hot cum alongside Ronan's. Lucien's fingers flex, his own climax triggering as he pumps load after load into my ass.

Adrian's cock pulses on my tongue, his salty-sweet essence flooding my mouth. I swallow every drop, savoring the taste of his completion. The four of us ride out the aftershocks, our bodies trembling with the force of our shared pleasure.

Slowly, the haze of lust begins to clear, leaving me lying spent and satisfied across the altar. The warlocks withdraw, their softened cocks glistening with evidence of our coupling.

The warmth of their bodies fades as I collapse onto the cold stone of the altar, my breath still heavy from the intensity of what just happened. My skin tingles where their hands had been, and I can still feel the weight of their power swirling around me, like a storm that has yet to pass. But for a brief moment, nothinghappens. The forest is quiet, too quiet, as if the world itself is holding its breath.

I lie there, chest rising and falling, waiting for something—anything—to happen. My mind is a chaotic mess of sensations and emotions. The men, the warlocks, they are still here, surrounding me, but now their touch feels distant, almost muted, as if we’re no longer connected the way we were just moments ago. I can feel them, but only as shadows, hovering just beyond reach.

Was I wrong?

Did I make a mistake about the altar?

And then I feel it.

A pulse, deep beneath me, vibrating through the stone of the altar. It’s faint at first, like a soft tremor, but it grows quickly. The energy, the magic that had been swirling around us during our ritual, begins to coalesce beneath me, and it’s as though the very ground is awakening. The pulse gets stronger, louder, until it blocks out every sound, every thought, and all I can do is cling to the altar as the power surges through me.

I try to speak, to ask if the others can feel it too, but my voice is swallowed by the sheer force of it. My senses begin to blur, my vision going hazy at the edges. The pulse turns into a roaring, deafening force, consuming everything around me until I can no longer feel the cool night air, the stone beneath me, or the presence of the others.

And then, there is nothing.

Just weightlessness.

I’m floating. No sound. No sensation. No fear. It’s like I’m suspended in the very core of magic itself, cradled by its endless, vast power. There’s a lightness to it, a warmth, as if the universe is holding me in its palm.

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