Page 188 of Property of Necro
The hairs on my arms stand on end as Sola’s orbs lock on mine, and she crawls to me, through the blood, across the tile, and up the steps, leaving a ruddy trail in her wake. At my feet, she sits back and places her hands on my bare thighs, waiting patiently.
I thumb a dribble of blood from her chin and across herlips. My heart thunders as she stares at my fucked-up face, with pure love and devotion. The brothers approach, and at my sides, they wield their knives and carve her name into me. S.O.L.A. from pec to pec. I take it, staring at the woman at my feet as I revel in the sting, the burn, the forever scar I will bear for her and only her.
‘Til death do us part.
Blood washes down my abs and across the root of my cock, down my balls, where it pools on the seat of my throne, her throne, our throne.
When they’re through, air saws in out of my lungs. Sweat drips from my brow, but I remain hard. Needy. Starving.
Adrenaline seeps into my veins—a heady concoction of lust and love.
Mama spouts a bunch of marriage shit that I give zero fucks about as I scoot forward on my throne, and Sola licks me—my cock and balls, up my abs, each ridge she laps and groans as she consumes my sacrifice. When she reaches my chest that weeps for her, she traces her name slowly. Air sputters out of my lips, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I grab the base of my cock to keep from coming.
“Good girl,” Rot praises, stepping behind Sola and slowly unbuttoning her wedding dress as Coffin grips her hair and guides her across my chest, forcing her to lick every last drop. Her heavy pants warm my throbbing flesh as she trembles between my parted legs.
Helping her from the floor, her husbands, my brothers, peel Sola’s dress down her form until she’s bare to me. Inhaling deeply, the scent of her sweet arousal draws abroken groan from my soul as I grab her waist and make her straddle me.
It’s a tight fit, but we make it work as Sola’s cunt settles over my awaiting cock. Reaching beneath her, she glides the pierced tip to her entrance and sinks, ever so slowly, to the hilt. When she looks up, those eyes glisten with unshed tears as they tether to mine. She threads her fingers behind my neck and presses her breasts against my bloodied chest.
“I love you,” I croak, knowing she may not understand the broken fragments of my words.
A single tear trickles down the corner of her nose. “I love you, too.” Her bottom lip wobbles, and she smiles. “You spoke to me.”
I did.
And she understood.
She is everything.
The sun.
The moon.
The Earth.
The reason I breathe.
Mama hands our rings to us before we consummate this union. Sola slides each black tungsten band up our ring fingers, claiming us for life.
Swallowing thickly, Rot looks away and swipes the back of his hand across his face as Coffin stares at his ring in awe.
I don’t bother with mine.
It sits heavy around my finger, but I don’t care.
All I care about is the woman on my lap.
Threading her fingers around my neck once more,her tits smash against my pecs, her lips on mine, Sola owns me. Her pussy squeezes my girth, and it’s everything. Kissing her. Fucking her. Taking her. Owning every inch of her beautiful flesh.
Sliding up behind our woman, Rot drips the lube down her ass and across her stuffed pussy. Pressing his chest against her back, he slots himself next to my cock.
“Fuck,” he grits as he breaches her cunt alongside mine.
“Oh,” Sola moans as I tilt her hips just enough to give him plenty of space to fit in with me. Her walls quiver as they stretch to accommodate our cocks, and she takes it perfectly.
“That’s it.” Rot rubs her shoulders once he bottoms out, giving her a chance to adjust to the intrusion.
Fuck, if it isn’t incredible having him in there with me, feeling her as I do, together.
