Page 116 of The Blood Moon Oath

Torin's fingers slide free, replaced by the broad head of his cock as he notches it against my entrance. With a swift, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt in my ass, stealing my breath and sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through me.

I cry out, arching my back as I adjust to the incredible fullness. Kael's grip on my breasts tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as he tugs on my nipples. The combined sensations are almost too much to bear, and I can feel my orgasm building once more, coiled tightly in my core.

Finn's cock slides from my mouth, and he steps back, watching with a hungry gaze as Torin sets a brutal pace in my ass, and Kael pounds into me from below.

My senses are overwhelmed by the intense connection I share with the warlocks through the magical bond. Every touch, every thrust, every ragged breath feels amplified, echoing through the link that binds us. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

"Your powers, little witch," Finn says. "I can feel them building. Don't hold back. Let them go."

Finn's words resonate within me, urging me to surrender to the primal urges coursing through my veins. To embrace the untamed power that stirs deep within my soul. With a shuddering gasp, I let go, allowing the pent-up energy to surge forth.

A blinding flash of light erupts from my body as my magic explodes outward, enveloping the four of us in its radiance. The warlocks cry out, their voices mingling with mine as we crest the peak of ecstasy together.

In that moment of shared climax, I feel a profound shift occurring within the bond.

Their essences intertwine with mine, merging seamlessly as if they were always meant to be a part of me. And I of them. The realization hits me like a thunderbolt - we're no longer just bound by magic; we've become something greater, more harmonious.

As the aftershocks of our orgasms subside, the four of us float in a state of post-coital bliss, basking in the afterglow of our unprecedented connection. Slowly, awareness returns, and I become acutely conscious of the subtle changes within myself and the warlocks.

We're stronger, more attuned to one another's thoughts and emotions. Our individual powers have grown, enhancedby the symbiotic relationship forged through our shared experience. The boundaries between us have blurred, creating a unity that transcends the physical realm.

As we catch our breath, the warlocks' eyes gleam with anticipation, their gazes locking onto me with a promise of more to come. "Rest now, little huntress," Kael murmurs, his hand stroking my sweat-dampened hair. "But don't think this is the end of our pleasures today. We have much more in store for you."

Finn nods in agreement, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Indeed, love. By nightfall, you'll be well and truly claimed by all of us."

Torin chuckles, his fingers trailing down my spine to cup my ass possessively. "And thoroughly spoiled, I might add. We'll make sure you're pampered and cared for, inside and out."

With tender concern, they help me disentangle from their bodies, supporting me as my legs tremble under me.

They guide me towards the bathing chamber, a large, steamy pool filled with fragrant oils and herbs. The warm water beckons, offering relief for my aching muscles and the lingering tenderness between my thighs.

"Let's get you cleaned up and relaxed," Kael says, helping me settle into the water. "We'll attend to your needs personally, ensuring you're comfortable and content."

Finn pours a vial of shimmering liquid into the bath, releasing a soothing aroma that immediately calms my frayed nerves. Torin fetches a plush towel, draping it across the edge of the tub for me to dry off with later.

As I sink deeper into the heated waters, I feel a sense of gratitude wash over me. Despite the unconventional circumstances, these men have shown me kindness and care, treating me with a tenderness that belies their dominant nature.

They surround me, their presence a protective cocoon as the warm water envelops me. Torin dips a cloth into the water, playfully wringing it out over my shoulder, sending rivulets trickling down my skin. “Feeling like a queen yet, kitten?” he teases, his grin disarming.

Finn sits at the edge of the bath, his fingers grazing the surface of the water as he watches me with quiet intensity. “You’ve earned this,” he says softly. “Every moment of peace, every ounce of happiness.”

Kael, ever steady, kneels beside the tub, his hand brushing against mine. “You’re not alone anymore,” he murmurs. “Whatever comes next, we face it together.”

I lean back, the warmth of the bath soothing my body, their words and gestures mending the last frayed edges of my soul. My eyes close, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel truly safe.

The bond between us thrums softly, an unspoken promise, a connection that transcends words. I open my eyes, looking at each of them in turn, and I know—whatever challenges lie ahead, whatever trials may come—we’ll face them together.

For the first time in my life, I’m not just surviving. I’m living. And for the first time, I know what it feels like to be happy.

The (almost) End.

Epilogue

SABLE

The warmth of the sunlight streams through the high windows of Kael's chambers, casting golden rays over the thick maps and scrolls spread out before us. Finn leans back in his chair, his ever-present frown deepening as he studies the logistics of how we can reform the power system within the tribe. Kael, as always, stands, his arms crossed, exuding an air of authority as we discuss the warlocks’ dependence on human souls to maintain their strength.

“It’s not sustainable,” I say, tracing a finger over the map in front of me. “There has to be another way. We need to find alternatives—rituals, maybe, or connections to the earth. Something that doesn’t rely on hurting people.”

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