Page 36 of The Sacrifice

I must own her...

DRAGO

I will never truly consider her a slave. But the ruse is necessary for now. With earlier events, this time of testing is vital to understanding if she is aligned with the Hag, with the god-eater who cursed us. Above all, I will keep her close. Possess her. Protect her. To do all this, I must own her, and she must fear and respect us, and most of all, me.

Once she surrenders to this punishment, my brothers will prepare her for me. After I fuck her, I will take responsibility for her care and healing. For the next hour, we take Tessie to the realms of pain and pleasure extremes. I love watching my partner fucking her tight, little asshole, so that tiny ring of puckered skin turns white the more Mayce thrusts in the plug. I love hearing her little whimpers and mewls and gasping breaths and protesting moans whenever we deny her climax. I lick the sweat from her clenching body and taste the wetness from her hot, drippy pussy.

I stimulate her front, flogging her pretty tits, her stomach, and her thighs until she’s covered in pink stripes. And once she’s screaming for release, I grin and plunge the crop handle into her needy pussy. She throws her head back, screeches, and clenches around the handle with all her strength, rocking her body, desperate for friction, which I give. She must be fully relaxed for the end of her punishment.

Between Mayce and I fucking her with the instruments and Kyan soothing her swollen and throbbing breasts, suckling her rosy nipples, she comes again and again, crying out her back-to-back orgasms. I log the amount, calling upon them to pause once she climaxes for the thirtieth time. Ten for each of us.

“It’s time,” I tell Mayce soberly, and my partner nods and kisses the side of Tessie’s neck.

“What time, Master Drago?” our curious girl wonders.

No sooner does she speak the words than the chamber door beyond the hall echoes from Merikh's entrance. It thunders closed, reverberating like ominous drumbeats. Damned vampire and his dark theatrics. But he must be the one to do this, to complete the full circle of her punishment. To show her we are united. If she runs from one of us, she runs from all.

Merikh arrives within the interior chamber, tools in hand, dressed in a white collared shirt, black vest, and slate gray tie. All business, his eyes immediately center on Tessie. They narrow, and while I cannot ascertain his emotion from his ever-stony expression, he betrays himself with the telltale jerk in his breeches. He studies her for two moments too long, his eyes roaming across the ink patterns scrawled over her exquisite pale skin. Skin no less lovely for all its decorative scars and tattoos. Tessie tilts her head to the side, curious as ever, and smiles at the vampire. Unmoved, giving nothing away, Merikh seals his lips into a bone-hard seam and sets about preparing his tools.

Guilt throbs inside my chest when I consider how he would not require any instruments with his full power, but I fucked Tessie first. Bound to me. And such a bond dictates the power transference applies to one god at a time and no more. While this is a form of torture in and of itself for my brother, sadist that he is, he will never deny himself the opportunity to create pain. Or carve his mark into flesh.

Mayce and Kyan soothe the girl’s trembling body with a tender kiss upon each side of her neck, then transfer her to the siege d’amour chair. They secure her arms in the shackles above her head and place her ankles in stirrups, locking the ankle plates into place. She blushes as I turn the crank to spread her legs, so wide, it would be considered vulgar. But the burning stretch of her legs will detract from the pain to come from her marking. And the plump flesh of her inner thigh is one of few unmarked locations—reserved for Kyan’s mark since we’ve all chosen various locations. Even her lovely little ass hangs over the edge of the padded chair, giving me an erotic view of the plug still embedded in her forbidden hole.

Of course, she recognizes what Merikh is about to do. Nor does she protest. Instead, she takes deep breaths, steadying herself, and I commend her. With her lack of sensation in the past, I have to wonder how much pain she will receive today. The color drains from her face as Merikh undoes the buttons on his sleeves and rolls them up to his elbows, revealing the curving ink lines tattooed over his lean sinew. Next, he removes his vest and the buttons and collar of his shirt, parting the shirt midway down his chest. More ink curls and spirals the flesh. One reason he hasn’t cared for Tessie since Merikh doesn’t like to be upstaged, but once he learned of her past, of her inability to feel, he’s beyond eager to give the girl her first true marking. For the vampire, the act may as well be a drug to him, something we gods only get when we steal Kronos’ leftovers during his rare visits.

Footsteps silent, the vampire king advances toward Tessie. She clenches once in tensioned fear. The muscles are developed in her calves, subtle but there regardless. During her time with us, I will build up her strength and her undernourished body, which makes me long to sink my dragon teeth into her supercilious sire.

Before Merikh begins, Kyan places a leather strip within Tessie’s mouth to protect her teeth, presses a cold cloth to her heated brow, then touches his lips to hers in a breeze-light touch. I warn him with a low growl to tread carefully and acknowledge the surprise in his eyes. After all, it’s not the first time we have brought lovers here for punishment. But it is the first time this odd possessiveness rears up within me—born of fire and fury and a deep-seated need to protect her.

It takes all my reserve not to act once Merikh touches the needle to the fleshy side of her breast and Tessie screeches through the leather, biting down hard. She clenches all the muscles in her body, but the vampire grins, savoring her pain and continuing, unhindered. One stipulation of mine was the marks remain small enough to prevent any extreme pain and to avoid detection. Merikh carves his mark first into her flesh: an upside-down triangle, though he adds his personal touch of a blood droplet in the center. Nods his approval at the mark gracing the porcelain skin on the side of her breast. I chuckle darkly to myself because his fingers flex at his side. A tit man himself, however small Tessie’s may be, Merikh resists the urge to touch her. Her tear-stricken gaze follows him, but her spine arching and nipples pebbling are the most evidence of her longing.

Part of me wishes to roast the bloodsucker for his willfulness in denying her, but we learned long ago to deal with Merikh’s sadism. No amount of persuasion, support, pressure, or even battle will change him. She is already learning a dynamic to coexist with the vampire king—a beautiful one at that.

I lock my jaw, feeling a muscle bounce when he moves to the soft flesh of her mound. Tessie’s eyes hurl open wide when Merikh smirks and drags the needle through the skin. She seizes, raking her nails so hard into her palms, she leaves crescent moon marks. But once Merikh has finished, he’s left a flawless triangle of flames writ into the skin of her mound. Ancient alchemic symbols, not uncommon for markings but significant for us all the same. I grin to myself from Mayce’s mark just beneath Tessie’s right bottom since my partner is an ass man. Kyan’s mark is last, and he presses his brow to the girl’s, kissing her cheeks, her watery eyes, and even her breasts until Merikh is finally finished.

The first thing she does is spit out the leather strip, and her pale eyes lock with the vampire’s, burn against his. The last thing Merikh expects is for her to express her gratitude.

"Thank you, my Lord Merikh."

My cocks prod through the layer of scales covering them because he parts his lips, incensed from her soft “thank you”. Nothing tortures him more than the idea of someone loving his pain. And those huge, glistening eyes, her tremulous whimper, and those soft folds wetted with her own fluids confess she doesn’t simply love the assault. She cherishes it. Sure, Merikh’s had minor fucks, who get off on the pain, but those were skin-deep. Meant to be used and discarded as so much in the Waste is left to rot.

Like her markings and scars, Tessie sinks beneath the skin. She’s already entrenched herself in my blood. It’s only a matter of time before she rocks me down to my soul matter.

Seeing this wisp of a gray girl beat the most hardened and tortured of all of us at his own game stirs a deep craving to simmer within me. Like the damned demon I am, all I want to do is fuck her with both my cocks until I damn near ruin her and split her apart. But her eyes don’t leave Merikh’s yet. They dare to linger, turning to icy iridescence to pierce him. And for the first time in centuries, the vampire’s eyes stray, faltering from her unashamed vulnerability. Fuck! The bones in my face fracture, rearrange themselves for my muzzle while my skin bows to the layers of armored scales. Half-dragon form awakened, emboldened, .

She will ride me soon, Drago, conveys my dragon, and I smirk at the image since he does not mean his cock for once. But she will ride both of mine now.

26

I am the slave of monsters.

QUINTESSA

Bloody, burning gods!—Drago takes his place between my thighs, places his massive, clawed feet upon the steel fixtures, and grasps the handles on each side of my head. My eyes rocket wide open as he directs his muzzle downward, those emerald eyes sharp and piercing beyond the windows of my soul. The intensity of his smoldering gaze is clear as are the hot breaths puffing from his nostrils. And how hard and hung his two cocks are. He’s in the perfect position to deliver the most brutal, punishing pressure, to pound my cunt to destruction.

Awed, I part my lips and study the ridges upon his cocks, my mind reeling from questions. Will he thrust both in at once? Or will he fill me so agonizingly slow one at a time? The strap of leather returns to my open mouth. A groaning, heated ache fills my body, and I’m wishing I could rock or grind, something to gain some control over that craving. But it’s clear Drago is sovereign here. He is the master, and I am his...pet. The most I’m able to do is jerk my hips. That’s the moment he chuckles darkly, licks a rough and wet, back-and-forth trail over my breasts. The entire room holds its breath. Even the chains dangling don’t dare to clink in the wake of the Dragon King’s power. With Mayce and Kyan on each side of me, and Merikh himself standing behind me to vie with the Dragon King’s shadow, Drago slams his hips. And spears me deep to the hilt—of one ridged cock. My screeching moan isn’t loud enough to smother his deep, guttural groan. Part of me is relieved he only plunged one cock into me.

Until he slides out, rumbling a laugh at my wetness glistening all over those scales. When he grips the base of both his enormous shafts, I realize he was just preparing me.

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