Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
And his eyes widen.
“Kat,” Crane says through a gasp. “Your eyes.”
Brom looks down at me and frowns. “They’re gold,” he whispers.
“Gold?” I ask, my heart jumping, feeling unnerved. “Why are my eyes gold? What does that mean?”
“The energy,” Crane says in awe. Then his expression hardens with determination. “We can’t waste it.”
He reaches down and runs his palm down my body, right over the bleeding cut, and then Brom does the same from the opposite direction before he brings his other hand over and starts cupping my breasts, bloody thumbs brushing over my nipples, hardening them into little furls.
I let out a raw gasp, my hips bucking up even though Crane is still pinning me down.
“At least you’re learning to embrace your fear, sweet witch,” Crane murmurs as he gets off me, my legs tingling without his weight. “Now get on your side.”
He grabs my hips and rolls me over so that I’m facing the dark figures at the edge of the forest, more of them now crowding around. I close my eyes to them, feeling the blood roll off my body and onto the grass.
“Brom, get down there and push my seed back into her cunt,” he demands.
Brom grunts and positions himself with his head between my legs and starts sliding his tongue up the sides of my thighs while I hear Crane walk away. I open my eyes and look back to see Crane approach with the small vial of pale-yellow oil, pouring it into his hands and then smearing it over his cock. It gleams menacingly in the dim light, and from the heated look in his grey eyes I know exactly how he plans to claim me.
He drops to his knees beside me, running an oiled palm over my hip, hissing at the pain from his cut, then brings his fingers down over my rear.
“Brom, lift her leg up,” Crane says hoarsely. Brom obeys and grabs my thigh, pushing it up while Brom thrusts his fingers inside my cunt. I let out a choked cry as his fingers slide in deep, my entrance still so wet from both Crane’s seed and my own arousal. Then I feel Crane from behind me positioning the flat head of his cock against my most secret place.
“This will feel different,” Crane whispers, pushing my hair off my shoulders. “It should feel good. Any discomfort will disappear in time, I promise, so long as you submit yourself to me.”
With his other hand I feel him make a fist around his cock, pressing in firmly against the pleated entrance of my rear. “I’ll be the first man to fuck you here,” Crane says, his words shaking with impatience, making me shake in return. “The first man to spill my seed inside your tight little ass. Pretty boy may have taken your virginity, but I’m taking this for myself.”
Crane doesn’t thrust in all at once like I expect him to. Instead, he works himself in, shoving in inch-by-inch, his thick hot crown, slick with oil and arousal, pushing past my entrance, then further in, and I can’t breathe, I can’t think. I start squirming, trying to deal with the intrusion. Because he’s big, he feels too big for my body, and it hurts--it does, and yet I want more of it. It feels too foreign and strange, but also so full. Pain catches in the depth of my core, and I don’t know how to let go of it. I don’t know anything right now, I’m a mess of feelings and sensations with nowhere to go.
“Make her open for me, pretty boy,” Crane says through a ragged gasp as he pushes in further. “Help her relax.”
Brom attacks my cunt with gusto, his tongue assaulting while his lips sooth and, yes, yes, now I feel myself opening up, wanting more, the pain sliding away until Crane’s cock is pushed all the way in. I’m still breathless, like the air has been wringed from my lungs, and yet I want to laugh at how good and strange it feels. These two men are all I feel.
“Are you getting her wet?” Crane manages to say to him, his voice thick, and he makes a fist in my hair, yanking my head back until my eyes water.
Brom makes a noise of agreement against me, the vibrations nearly sending me over the edge, while Crane is swearing quietly from behind me as he continues to thrust inside me.
“God, she’s tight, Brom,” Crane groans through clenched teeth. “You should feel her like this. I can’t even see straight; she’s trying to strangle me.”
Brom moans in response and I try to clamp my thighs over his head.
“Fuck,” Crane says through a harsh inhale. “I won’t last long. Lay down on your back, Brom. Get each other to come while I finish here.”