Page 100 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
The others close in, hands and mouths everywhere. Sable moves to the front, pushing his cock between her lips, and she sucks him down without hesitation, her eyes rolling back as he fucks her mouth.
Talon slides his cock between her thighs, rubbing against my own as I pound into her. He grins at me over her back, his eyes wild, and I bare my teeth in response.
Grim takes the other side, fucking her ass with no patience, just a hunger so deep it’s almost pain.
Bran and Onyx work her together, kissing her shoulders, stroking her hair, whispering in her ears. Rune traces runes on her skin with his tongue, the marks glowing blue and white as he paints them.
We move as one, a perfect machine, a single beast with eight hearts and one soul.
Raisa takes it all, her body stretched and filled and used, but she loves it. She lives for it. Every time she comes, it’s louder, wilder, her voice ragged and full of need.
Talon grabs Sable by the back of the neck and hauls him in, bending him over the arm of the throne right next to where I’m splitting Raisa in half.
Sable doesn’t protest. He just moans, arching his back and shoving his ass up, begging for it without a word. Talon spits in his hand, slicks his cock, then shoves in with one hard, brutal thrust that makes Sable’s whole body jerk.
He chokes Raisa for a second, then recovers, pumping his hips with renewed fury.
It’s filthy and perfect, just how I want it.
Onyx grabs Raisa by the hair and pulls her up so she can see Sable’s face—a mess of pleasure and pain, his mouth stretched wide, his eyes rolled up in the back of his head. Talon’s fucking him rough, each thrust strong enough to make the throne shudder.
“Look at them,” I growl in her ear. “You like seeing him ruined for us?”
She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks from how far Sable’s cock is jammed down her throat. She’s sobbing and moaning at the same time, and it’s so honest I want to eat her alive.
Grim pulls out of Raisa’s ass, then pushes in side-by-side with me, stretching her wide around both of us. Rune slips into her ass, not giving her a chance to miss the stinging fullness.
She comes apart like nothing I’ve ever seen, choking and howling around Sable’s cock, her whole body convulsing. Her nails tear into Sable’s thighs as she rides the high, raking him so deep she draws blood. He growls, his hips jerking, and spills down her throat.
Talon follows him over, his hand tangled in Sable’s hair as he fucks him raw, his orgasm so fierce he nearly lifts our brother off the floor. He shudders, then collapses against the back of the throne, catching his breath.
Grim and I finish together, his cock pulsing with mine as we spill inside her, the heat of it so bright I see stars. I roar, the sound half-bird, half-man, and bite her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
She cries out, and I feel her come again, her body clenching around us both.
“Fuck,” Rune curses, yanking her head back to sink his teeth into her throat as he comes apart in her ass, tipped over the edge by the way she clenches and convulses.
Bran and Onyx finish last, Bran stroking her clit as he comes on her back, Onyx painting her face with his own release.
We collapse together, a tangle of bodies and sweat, Raisa limp and sated on the throne. I pull her onto my lap, kissing her hair, her cheek, her lips.
“Mine,” I say, and the others laugh, the sound filling the room.
“Ours,” they correct, their voices overlapping in a chorus of devotion.
She grins, eyes half-lidded, and nods. “Always.”
The sun climbs higher, lighting the throne room with gold and fire.
Outside, the world is new and raw, waiting for us to make it ours. Inside, the future tastes like blood, and sex, and hope.
And I’m starving for more.
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Little Monsters
Raisa
