29. Olivia

Olivia

A nsel’s fingers deliciously stretch my pussy as his tongue teases my clit. Wave after wave of intense pleasure hits me. My moans vibrate around the room.

The scents coming from far, dark corners of the room have some hallucinogenic effect on me. Otherwise, I don’t know why I’m enjoying myself in a place that reminds me so much of the Celestial Heaven. Thinking of it brings images of Dukes and Carlos abusing me in the cruelest ways possible during meetings, flashing behind my eyes.

I’ve lived in the past for a very long time, always wondering how things would have been if I’d made different choices. Until now, I never realized how tiring it is. Just for tonight, I want to be a different Olivia. I want to be the Olivia that I deserve to be, the one who isn’t crippled by her past.

I want to enjoy being fucked without thinking about what was done to me.

Tyson can’t keep his eyes off of me.

Good. I want him to see he is not the only one in my life now. I want him to understand that if I choose to give him another chance, he will only be an afterthought and not the reason for my entire existence.

“Ansel,” I moan loudly when the tip of his tongue finds the most sensitive part of my clit.

“Control yourselves!” one of the old farts, as Ansel called them, shouts. “Or else there will be consequences to pay!”

No one tells me what to do anymore!

Butterflies erupt from my palms. They fly to the Elders, wrapping around their hands and feet, immobilizing them, and around their mouths, preventing them from making any sound.

This meeting is about me and what I need. This is about me taking back my power and sexuality. It’s about showing men they can’t always do what they want. It’s about putting women’s needs first as well.

Where did that come from?

Since when have men ever cared about what women want?

Maybe, just maybe, some do.

Tyson, Rueben, and Jasper look at me like I’m the core of the galaxy, while Mose and Ansel make me burn like a meteorite for them.

I never liked being at the center of attention, yet I’ve always been the party’s main attraction. I don’t mind this party, though. Drugs must be in the air because only they can relax me enough to forget all my inhibitions.

I push my tits even more into Mose’s hands. His fingers on my nipples feel divine.

It’s not only the scents of the Blood Lodge that torment and seduce me, but the ones of my men as well. I recognize not only Tyson by his cologne but the others, too. The other men present don’t interest me, only my men. I want all the Lords to look at me while I am being claimed, while I claim my men in return.

Women’s lust-filled gazes linger upon us, watching with jealousy as Ansel proceeds to eat me out. Blinding rage hits me. My darkness rises inside me, wanting to harm, to kill those who want to take what’s mine away from me.

If any of my men, of my…mates, dares to look anywhere else except upon me, I am capable of hurting them. Badly.

I’ve never felt such jealousy in my life.

Is this how Tyson felt when he saw the video of Jason’s friends abusing me? No wonder he was so angry. I feel the same right now. The idea of any of them touching another woman is enough to make me want to commit murder.

Ansel growls against my clit, sending vibrations all over my pussy. His fingers fuck me so good. I never thought sex could feel so amazing. Mose pinches my nipples. The two of them are enough to quench, to satiate the hunger I currently feel. I’ve never been more starved in my entire life, not for food, but for my mates.

Ansel sucks my clit so skillfully, ripping moan after moan from my throat. I never thought that one day I would love to be with a man. Ansel is much more than that. He is part of my soul. And right now, his fingers are driving me crazy.

“Harder!” I demand. “Like that,” I moan when Ansel no longer holds back, his fingers fucking me almost as thoroughly as his cock.

I want the others to do the same. I want my men on me and in me, to bond them to me forever so no one will ever separate me from them again. Tyson and Rueben included.

My darkness wants to claim them.

God help me, so do I.

Fuck.

I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t recognize myself. How can I want to be with Rueben and Tyson when they hurt me so badly? I still fear Rueben and have yet to overcome my resentment for Tyson. However, my darkness demands I accept them.

My darkness needs all of them. Maybe I do, too. Not that I will ever accept it.

Mose.

Ansel.

Jasper.

Tyson.

Rueben.

Mine!

Could it be the effects of the incense burned inside the Blood Lodge? Even if it is so, I can’t bring myself to care. They are all mine, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.

Ansel’s fingers find a spot inside me that makes me cry out in pleasure.

Men and women watch as Ansel, still on his knees, keeps worshiping me. It makes me feel loved and cherished.

My legs fall open to give Ansel more access to me. His mouth makes love to my pussy, and I can’t get enough of it. “I accept your vow,” I say to Ansel as my entire body trembles. He lifts his head just as I cum. “Mine!” I moan as our gazes lock. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. His fingers keep fucking me. “You are mine,” I say against his lips, and I mean it with all my heart.

The bonds tying me to Mose, Ansel, and Tyson hum. Something is about to happen tonight. Something that will define the rest of my existence.

Ansel laughs softly with happiness. “I love you, Honey.”

I desperately want to say those three words back to him, but I can’t because I wouldn’t be telling the truth. Not entirely. Ansel is very dear to me.

Maybe one day, when my wounds don’t hurt so much, I will allow myself to fall in love again.

“Mine,” I repeat, hoping Ansel will understand. For years, I claimed I no longer believed in hope, yet tonight, I need to believe in it. I need to believe hope is real, and there’s still some left for me.

Ansel presses his lips to mine before saying, “Yours.”

We kiss for several moments. Then, he switches places with Mose.

A demon, on his knees, before me, a former pornai without hopes or dreams. Power ripples through me. For years, I was reduced to nothing. Look at me now.

I am strong!

I am beautiful!

Red eyes bore into mine. “Mate,” he clips.

I am loved!

Out of all my mates, Mose would be the easiest to love. He is content with what I give him and never asks for more. I need him to lose control, to stutter my name in front of everyone.

Tyson, Rueben, and Jasper stare at me with their mouths slightly open. They are not the only ones. Many Lords have the same incredulous looks on their faces, while women glare enviously.

I am shocked by my actions as well, but damn if it doesn’t feel so good.

“Lay on your back,” I order Mose.

Until Ansel and Jasper, I never enjoyed being fucked. Mose was the first one I felt confident enough to initiate sex with and to love every second of it. Not quite true. When Tyson got me pregnant, I was the one who pushed him to make me his, but it wasn’t how I imagined it. Regardless, I always wanted my first time to be with him, and I never once regretted what happened between us. I gave Tyson many of my firsts. Tonight, I will give him my last.

Mose gets back on the dais and lays next to me. My mates’ eyes are on me as I straddle Mose’s thighs.

“Do you love me?” I ask.

My men reply at the same time, their strong “Yes!” reverberating throughout the room, through my soul and heart as well.

I shouldn’t have asked that because I believe them, even Rueben.

How quickly things have changed. Weeks ago, my mates hated me. Maybe not Jasper and Mose, but Tyson, Rueben, and Ansel didn’t care if I lived or died. But then Ansel wanted to know more about what happened to me while I was in Carlos’ hands. He contacted a hacker who found videos of me that I didn’t know existed. We watched them together. He cried for me and with me. He begged for my forgiveness. I did because I never hated him to begin with.

I open Mose’s fly. His dick springs free. The corners of my mouth twitch. “Comando. I like it,” I say as my hand lazily strokes him. His hands grab my hips, and he yanks me to his cock. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask. Mose nods. “I need to hear you.” Mose’s throat bobs. I don’t think he wants to talk in front of so many people. He needs to get out of his comfort zone. “If you don’t reply, I will let Jasper fuck me while you watch.”

Mose glares at me as he growls, “Y-yes.”

Men are such simple creatures. They are easy to manipulate if you find their weak spots.

I lean over and give Mose a peck on the lips. “That wasn’t that hard.” I lift my hips, position his cock at my entrance and lower myself. The air rushes out of my lungs. His piercings feel amazing. “How is it that you feel so good?” I wonder. His gaze softens, and he lets go of my waist. Our fingers interlace as my ass starts bouncing up and down his length. I have been on top before, but it never felt like this. So…right.

More images of the past flash before my eyes. This time, it hits me hard. A small whimper leaves me as my body tenses and my pussy contracts around Mose’s dick to the point of pain. This was supposed to be the moment when I took control of my life, but I can’t have that because of Carlos and Jason. I force myself to keep moving, not wanting to give them more power over me. They already took so much, I refuse to let them ruin this.

Mose notices that something is wrong. “O-Olly?”

Feeling that I need him, Ansel moves closer to me. “Look how strong you are, Honey,” he murmurs and kisses my shoulder, comforting me. Jasper, Tyson, and Rueben break out from their trance and rush to me. The memories that keep tormenting me fade away as my men surround me, their presence shielding me from my past.

My body is mine once more. I let go of Mose’s hands, place my palms on his chest, and rock back and forth. His grunts are louder than my moans. The piercings on the tip of his dick hit so many right places inside me, making me move faster, fucking him hard. His hands grab my hips. He keeps them there while letting me do all the work, just like I want. Maybe Tyson is not the only one who understands me. I never bothered to pay much attention to Jasper and Mose as I was too busy drowning in my own misery. I’ve been depressed for many years. It’s the only thing I know. Yet today was the first time I felt something that resembled happiness. When we were around the campfire, the guys painting my nails, talking about mundane things, drinking, and smoking gave me a glimpse into what life could be like. For once, it didn’t look that terrifying.

How hard will it be to learn to live again? Is it even possible for me?

Fucking Mose feels fantastic. His cock is fucking perfect. My pussy grips him hard as my hips keep moving. Mose lays on the dais as I use him, as I fuck him for my own pleasure. I’ve never done this before. It feels so empowering.

“Oh, fuck,” I keep moaning as I find the perfect angle. The piercings roll back and forth against my inner muscles. The pleasure is overwhelming.

“Look at how good you are taking that cock,” Ansel keeps praising me.

I love it when Ansel talks dirty. When he takes control, too. Tonight, he is letting me have all of it.

I fuck Mose even harder, wanting all of him inside me. A volcano of pleasure rises inside me. It builds and builds and builds until it explodes.

The orgasm takes me by surprise. I moan loudly while my pussy grips Mose’s cock hard, milking him.

“Ooo-llivv-vvia!” he stutters my name as his cum floods my pussy.

I feel like collapsing onto his chest, but I am not done with my mates. There’s still Jasper, Reuben, and Tyson to be claimed. It has to be tonight.

I place my palm against Mose’s cheek. “You are mine,” I claim him as well in front of everyone.

A smile spreads on Mose’s face. Taking in a deep breath, he says, “I ll-loo-ve yy-ou.”

With Mose, the temptation to tell him how much he means to me is even bigger. “I want you to always stutter my name when we fuck. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever heard.”

My attention turns to Jasper. For some reason, I don’t like seeing him on his knees. Maybe because he has been sweet with me from the beginning. His arms are my comforter whenever I need a place to hide from the world. Maybe I should run to him instead of Tyson.

“Little Love.” His tone is soft and gentle, as always. It’s almost like he is afraid to scare me if he talks differently to me.

I get up from Mose and look at the Lords closer to the dais. Tyson jumps to his feet and tries to stand in front of me, but my expression tells him I’ve got this. “I need a chair.”

Several men rush to get one for me. Maybe they like my claim more than I thought. The Elders don’t look that happy, and they will be pissed when I get back to my senses, but I can’t find it in myself to care right now. Besides, they look cute with black and white butterflies silencing and shackling them to the chairs. Their eyes let me know they are more than ready to have heads roll all over the dais. I turn my back to them. If they are just like Duke Patriarchs, they can kiss my ass. An armchair is placed on the dais.

“Thank you,” I say to the Lord who got it for me, before looking at Jasper. “Please sit.”Jasper takes less than a second to do as I asked. After I healed him, his knee stopped bothering him, and he has been more active since then. I walk up to Jasper. “Get your big cock out for me.” He quickly unzips his pants and pushes them down his thighs. He is so big and… hard . Fucking him will be, no doubt, extraordinary. I sit on Jasper’s lap, facing him. The others come to stand around us. I think they aren’t too happy that Ansel left me in only my bra. I might have many inhibitions, but nudity is not one of them. Jasper’s palms come to rest on my back. “We’ve fucked plenty of times. I want this to be different,” I murmur.

Our faces are so close that our lips are almost touching.

“I’ll do anything to make you happy,” he says before his lips claim mine.

My arms circle his neck as our kiss deepens. Our first kiss confused me. All I could think about was that all he wanted from for me was to fuck me. The idea of him liking me was alien. This kiss is full of passion. His hands slide along my back until they reach my ass, and he grabs a handful of it. Finding love after being a pornai is not impossible, but first, I need to forgive myself for what went wrong six years ago. That’s the hardest thing to do. One day, many years from now, I will remember this moment and think, ‘This is when I started letting go of the past and started thinking of the future.’

Jasper’s mouth makes its way to my neck.

I rub my pussy up and down his length. The thought of his cock forcing my body to accept it turns me on so badly. “I need you inside me.”

Jasper’s hands go beneath my ass, and he makes sure I’m ready for him before guiding his cock inside me.

“Oh,” I breathe as my pussy protests at his invasion before giving in, and he slowly slides in until he is balls deep inside me.

Ansel gently smacks my ass. “Good girl for taking that big cock up your tight, sweet pussy.”

I press my forehead to Jasper’s. “Show me why I should bond with you.”

Jasper replies almost immediately. “Because I love you.”

His palms grab my ass, and he starts fucking me, thrusting inside me from beneath. He is not rough or gentle; he is terrific.

This position has his cock owning me. I lose any ability to think. I don’t recall ever being fucked so well before. I try to moan Jasper’s name, but I probably sound like a cat in heat. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and moan against his skin as he keeps fucking me. His rhythm intensifies, and my fingernails sink deep into his muscles as I cum. Jasper keeps fucking me, his movements stronger, frantic, prolonging my orgasm. I want all my mates inside me at the same time. In my ass, in my pussy, in my mouth, I want them to fuck me, to fill me with cum, to make me theirs, and to love me as I always dreamed of being loved.

“Jasper,” I scream as he makes me cum again, so hard juices run down from my pussy onto the chair and the floor.

“Did you just make her squirt?” Ansel chuckles.

“Oh, she is definitely squirting all over my dick,” Jasper grunts as he pushes himself so deep inside me that I’m sure his balls enter my pussy. “Do you believe me now?” he asks me as he stops moving.

I should say yes, but I want him to keep fucking me, so I say, “You need to put in more effort.”

Jasper kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry.”

I jerk my head back to look at his face. “What for?” I ask.

His hands go to my waist, and he stands. My legs lock around his waist. “For the pounding I’m about to give you.”

He doesn’t even give me time to get what he’s saying before fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. My entire body shivers and I am crying against his shoulder from the intense pleasure. I feel like I keep having orgasm after orgasm. The back of my thighs keeps hitting his hips.

“Damn! Who turned on the washing machine?” someone asks. Chuckles erupt around the room.

Another says, “That’s how you fuck a woman! Go, Jasper! Bruise that cervix and show everyone how it’s done!”

Jasper goes even more feral. If I can walk tomorrow, it will be a miracle.

“I don’t want to send my wife to the ER,” another Lord mutters.

Rueben snorts. “How to say you have a small dick without actually saying it.”

The comments should bother me, but in reality, they turn me on even more. Another orgasm hits me. “Mine!” my darkness and I claim Jasper at the same time.

A permanent bond forms between Jasper and me. Jasper thrusts a few more times before he empties his balls deep inside me while cursing out loudly. Wanting to see his expression, I look up at him. His chest heaves as his gaze bores into mine. “How?” he wants to know.

I don’t know how I do it either. How I keep creating these bonds with my mates is a mystery to me, too. “You convinced me,” I give him the reply he deserves.

For several seconds, he says nothing. When I start doubting the entire thing, Jasper laughs happily. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

Jasper kisses me gently while helping me stand. My legs tremble, and I grab Jasper’s hand, afraid that I will fall. I shouldn’t have put on the stilettos.

Mose and Ansel close in around me, and I lean into them. Cum runs down my legs.

Rueben and Tyson stand next to the chair. They are also mine, but I don’t want to fuck them. Not until they prove they are truly sorry for what they did to me at the farm.

Tyson drops to his knees. I ignore him as I tell Rueben, “I don’t believe you are capable of putting behind the past and loving me.”

Hurt spreads across Rueben’s face. Am I evil for rejoicing in his suffering? “I am,” Rueben tries to convince me. Obviously, he does a lousy job. I tap my bottom lip with my index finger. “Ask anything, and I’ll do it,” Rueben rushes to say.

I feel the corners of my mouth going up, a smirk forming on my face. “Anything?” I want to be sure. Rueben nods energetically. I spread my legs. Cum falls on the floor. “I want you to lick everything clean.”

The blood drains from Rueben’s face. “What?”

The Lords don’t take long to react. “Are you going to allow a woman to tell you what to do?”

“He sure will. Look at his nails. They are fucking green.”

“The others have painted theirs as well. Pussies.”

“Women have no right humiliating Lords the way this bitch does.”

All my men snarl, “Don’t you fucking talk like that about our woman!” at their friends. Silence falls across the Blood Lodge.

I straighten my shoulders and look across the room. The butterflies release the Elders—who look too shocked to say anything—and come to rest on my shoulders. “I might be a bitch and a woman, but I’m also a hellstar. The one who controls the narrative tonight.” I turn my attention back to Rueben. “Didn’t you claim I had a diseased cunt, full of STDs? This is your chance to prove that you no longer think so. Show me that you truly love me.”

Rueben looks like he’s about to be sick. Too bad because I don’t give a shit about his health right now. “But Jasper and Mose came inside you.”

“There’s no fucking way Rueben will do as his bitch—”

My darkness rises in anger. Part of my butterflies rush to silence the Lords who can’t keep their mouths shut. “I suggest you all keep quiet until I claim all my men.” My focus goes back to Rueben. “I don’t mind sharing their essence with you. Sharing is caring. Besides, they are your blood-brothers.” When Rueben falls silent, I take the opportunity to say, “This is the only chance I’ll give you to prove you are serious. It doesn’t mean that we will bond or fuck. It means that I’ll…tolerate you around me.”

Rueben stares at the drops of cum on the floor. More cum drips from my pussy. Thinking that he won’t allow anyone to humiliate him in front of all the Lords, I start to turn toward Tyson but freeze on the spot when Rueben inhales deeply, gets on all fours, and licks the floor. He gags, licks, repeats. Cum keeps dripping from my pussy. Rueben makes sure he cleans every drop before looking up at me. A drop lands on his forehead right in that instance. “You missed some,” I say as a few drops fall in his eyes. He hisses in pain. “You should wash your face. You look like a dumb bitch.” I use his words on him and turn on my heels to face Tyson, who is still on his knees. Before I can say anything, he leans forward and kisses my feet. The gesture touches me, but I’m still spiteful, so I say, “You are just an afterthought now.”