Page 189 of Property of Necro
For hours, we fuck our wife.
Taking turns sharing her pussy, stretching it wide, filling it with cum. Coffin claims her ass over and over again. We fuck her on the throne and the dais, with her back on the hardwood, legs hitched over our shoulders. Then, like the first day she arrived, when we claimed her forever, we drape Sola over the altar and Rot lights the candles.
Only she doesn’t wear a blindfold. She isn’t quiet, doesn’t endure, and isn’t still.
She writhes as we take her, as the skulls of our enemies watch on.
Rot forces her to suck his cock. Plunging deep into her throat, where she can’t breathe, but it doesn’t stop herfrom squirting. Pulling my cock from her cunt, I drop to my knees and drink her offering as I rub her pierced clit roughly with my thumb.
Rot’s dick slides from her mouth with an audiblepop, and Sola’s back arches as our wife’s beautiful screams fill the hall.
“Fuck,” Coffin grunts beside me, watching me feast on her cunt, the best I can. “She tastes good, huh?”
Grabbing his calf, I squeeze it and wave for him to join me. Falling to his knees, we take turns lapping our wife as Rot wrecks her throat.
Hours later, once we’re sated, barely able to walk, I carry my sleepy Soul to Rot’s bedroom, where we climb into bed together, and Sola drifts in dream, suckling Coffin’s half-hard cock.
“We really need a bigger bed.” Rot chuckles as we struggle to lay together without someone ending up with a dick prodding their ass. I scoot to the bottom and stretch out along their feet.
Coffin chuckles, combing his fingers through Sola’s mess of red curls. He smiles warmly at her, content.
We need to fix up the basement,I sign, hating that we don’t share a space where all of us can live harmoniously together. Close by. Sure. A short trip down the stairs isn’t far, but it’s not the same as waking up in the next room.
“If Sola’s fine givin’ up her casket, we could turn her bedroom into ours.” Rot gestures between him and Coffin.
“Ours?” Coffin scoffs. “I’m not sharing a bedroom with you, asshole.”
“Yes. You will. We’re husbands now.” Rot flashes Coffin his ring finger, and Coffin’s nostrils flare like he wants toargue, but then he looks down at our sweet Sola, and the fight dies on his tongue.
Rot continues, “Necro can’t share. He might kill one of us if he has another fucked-up nightmare. The next best option is redoing Sola’s room, which isn’t much anyway. It’s basically a blank slate.”
“You wanna share a bed with me?” Coffin asks.
“I wanna share a bed with you and our woman.”
“Gay.”
Rot flicks Coffin’s ear. “Asshole.”
“The next thing you know, you’ll be eating our cum. Wait. You already do that,” Coffin torments.
Rot snorts and rolls his eyes, not the least bit offended. “Fuck off.”
Coffin smirks. “I suppose sharin’ a bed with you won’t be too horrible.”
“You sleep in here more than in your room anyway.”
“When Sola’s here.”
“And when she’s not.”
Coffin slaps Rot’s chest, right over the fresh S. The sound echoes through the room. “Fuck off.”
Absorbing the blow, Rot grits his teeth. “What? Admit it, asshole. You like me. We’re best friends.”
“We’re brothers.”
Rolling onto his side, Rot reaches into his nightstand for a tissue and drops back onto his back to blot his weeping wound. “And husbands.”
