Page 83 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
Bran and Shade pound into me, their rhythm matched, each thrust sending shockwaves through my core.
Sable and Rune trade off in my mouth, sometimes both at once, sometimes just one, their hands in my hair, guiding me.
Talon and Grim move in, Talon gripping my chin, Grim stroking my cheek.
When Sable comes, he does it with a shout, pulling out at the last second to paint my lips and chin. Rune follows, filling my mouth with hot, sticky seed.
I swallow, licking my lips, not wanting to waste a drop.
Talon pushes me forward, bending me over Shade’s lap. He lines up behind Bran, then forces his way in beside him. I scream, the fullness of both of them in my ass at once almost unbearable, but I don’t want them to stop.
Shade grins up at me, biting his own lip. “You’re perfect,” he says, his voice rough.
Bran kisses the back of my neck, still buried deep inside me. “You can take it,” he whispers.
I do. I take all of it. And I want more.
Grim kneels in front of me, his cock pressed against my lips. “Open,” he commands, and I do, letting him use my mouth, fucking my throat until tears stream down my face.
Onyx moves to my side, his cock massive and hard, the head leaking pre-cum. He strokes it, slow and steady, watching the way my body shakes and quivers as the others fill me. When he finally joins, he replaces Bran, easing into my ass with a gentleness that almost breaks me. He’s so big I can barely breathe, but he holds me up, supporting my weight with one arm as he thrusts in beside Rune, slow and deep.
Shade is relentless, fucking my pussy with brutal precision, while Onyx and Talon claim my ass and Grim my mouth. The others stroke themselves or each other, sometimes joining in, sometimes just watching. There’s no jealousy, no competition. Only hunger, only worship, only love.
“You’re ours,” Sable whispers in my ear.
“We belong to you,” Rune echoes, his fingers tangled in my hair.
Grim pulls out, then slaps his cock against my tongue, coating my mouth with his cum. I swallow it eagerly, wanting to please him, wanting to please them all.
Shade comes next, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with warmth. He doesn’t slow, though, just keeps fucking, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from me.
Onyx holds out the longest, his jaw set, eyes half-closed as he thrusts. When he finally comes, it’s with a roar, and I feel the heat of him explode inside me, so deep I think I might faint.
They all collapse around me, bodies spent but still hungry for touch.
We lie together on the moss, a tangle of limbs and sweat and love. Hands wander, mouths find new places to taste. I feel their devotion in every caress, every kiss, every whispered promise.
“I love you,” Bran says, nuzzling my cheek.
“I would die for you,” Talon murmurs, his hand stroking my thigh.
“You’re my goddess,” Rune says, tracing a glowing rune over my heart.
“You’re the only one who matters,” Grim growls, but there’s a tenderness in it I’ve never heard before.
“I live for you alone,” Shade whispers, his lips pressed to my temple.
“We’re yours,” Sable says, grinning as he wipes cum from my lips.
Onyx doesn’t speak, but he kisses my hand, and the gesture says more than words ever could.
They hold me as I tremble, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through my body. I feel full—of love, of power, of the certainty that I’m no longer just a girl hiding in the forest.
I’m the heart of this flock. Their queen, their mate, their reason for fighting. They don’t belong to the curse. They belong to me.
I close my eyes, drunk on love and power and the sweet, filthy taste of my men. But the power isn’t finished with me yet. Or perhaps it’s me who isn’t finished with it.
It starts as a pulse—soft, then urgent, then roaring. It runs up my legs, through my spine, and into my skull. I shiver, clenching tight to Bran’s arm, but it only gets stronger, brighter, until I can taste ozone in the back of my throat. My skin prickles, every hair standing on end. My nails dig into flesh, and Bran moans, curling tighter around me.
