Chapter 14

Kiara

I've lost track of how many times they made me come. I stopped counting after five. It was a continuous loop of pleasure and torture, all wrapped into one. Mátyás and Elek enjoyed pushing my body past its limits until they satisfied the beasts I unleashed within them.

A low whimper leaves me as Mátyás pulls out the butt plug. At the same time, Elek takes off the nipple clamps and removes my gag. Cum from both Mátyás and I coats the insides of my thighs and trickles out of my pussy onto the stone floor. He didn't use a condom, but it isn't like I could protest with the gag in my mouth.

Every muscle in my body and jaw feels sore and stretched to the max, but the pleasure I received from the savage way they fucked me makes my insides tremble with a need for more. I've never experienced anything like it in my life. Sure, I've had other lovers through the years. Witches are sexual creatures in nature, but none of them played my body with the expertise these two possess.

My limbs are limp and useless while Elek uncuffs my wrists. He gently rubs at the sore muscles behind my shoulders, a sharp contrast to the way he assaulted my mouth. They ache from having my arms outstretched for so long above my head.

Mátyás kneels and uncuffs my ankles, rubbing at the tender skin. Once I'm free, Mátyás has me cradled in his arms and carries me out of the room.

I assume they're taking me back the way we came, but the castle's interior is a blur the more he walks. I try to focus, but everything is numb. It's as if I'm having an out-of-body experience. My limbs are dead weight. They have done what they promised to do and used me.

Somewhere along the way, I must close my eyes because one minute, I'm staring at the dark ink of his chest, and the next, we're inside my bathroom.

The lights on the ceiling are almost as bright as the sun. I squint to block some of it out, but it does little to help. I'd prefer it to be pitch-black, but I'm not sure that would be possible in here.

Without a word, Elek turns on the water and waits for it to reach a decent temperature while Mátyás remains standing next to him, with me tucked securely in his arms. The two of them work together like they are one. It's a wonder I haven't caught on to that fact before, but I was too caught up in my emotions about my kidnapping to pay attention to much else.

"Hand her to me," Elek says as he steps inside the large space. Once I'm in his arms, he sets me down on my feet and rests my back to his front. The cold metal of his nipple piercings graze my upper back, making me shiver and my nipples harden. A slight sting hits the bottoms of my cut feet, but it barely registers compared to the state of the rest of my body.

Mátyás joins us, stepping in front of me. His eyes drop down to my hard nipples, and his lips curve into a deviant grin. They're still sore and achy from the clamps, but the tender way he's rubbing his finger over them soothes the pain. It also has my sore body thrumming back to life.

A moan escapes me as I drop my head back against Elek's chest.

Thanks to the rain system showerheads and the body sprays that line the sides of the tile walls, water hits us from all angles. It's as if we're standing under a waterfall.

My hair sticks to the side of my face, but my arms feel like anchors. I couldn't lift them if I tried.

"There's our good girl." Elek pushes a stray strand away from my face and kisses my lips. He takes some shampoo out of the dispenser on the wall and rubs it through my hair. His long, dexterous fingers massage the suds into my scalp with a firm but gentle touch.

"Let us clean up the mess we made." Mátyás rubs the soap over my breasts, down my stomach, until he's kneeling and at eye level with my pussy. "Fuck," he hisses as he uses his fingers to clean his cum from my inner thighs and pussy. "You're so swollen and ripe to eat."

"No more tonight, társam. Or you will break her. And I get her cunt next," Elek warns, but there's no hint of tension in his voice.

"Fine," Mátyás grumbles but stops torturing me. "But know this, we aren't done with you, kis boszorkány."

"We never will be." Elek laughs as he tilts my head farther back, rinsing off the shampoo suds.

I don't have enough energy left to fight them on this. I'll wait until I'm rested. Although, I'm finding it harder and harder to resist. Something about them feels like home.

So fucking perfect. Mátyás leans down and licks the water off the side of my neck.

And so fucking ours, Elek agrees as his hands continue to work their magic on my scalp.

I almost swear that I hear their voices in my head, but that's impossible. That's an ability I've never had before. Then again, nothing has gone as planned tonight. If only my aunt Natália had been more forthcoming about my past, I would be more prepared for what to expect instead of being in the dark.

Elek finishes washing the conditioner out of my hair as slowly and sensually as he did the shampoo. Then, they take turns holding onto me and washing themselves up.

Mátyás turns off the water while Elek wraps me in a towel and carries me out of the shower straight to the bed. He removes my towel and lays me down in the center before he and Mátyás take up the space on either side of me. I'm in the middle of a Nephilim sandwich, and I've never felt more safe.

"Sleep now, társam." Elek kisses the top of my head and wraps an arm around my waist.

"We will be right here." Mátyás scoots closer and places his hand around my waist on top of Elek's. He's spooning me from behind, his dick buried between my ass, and I tense. "Relax, I promise to behave. For now." He kisses the side of my neck and tugs on the sensitive area with blunt teeth but never breaks the skin, and I'm hit with a wave of disappointment that he didn't.

Where the hell did that thought come from?My breath hitches as a tightening spreads across my chest. A sudden realization hits. Tonight, they awakened something inside me that I didn't know existed until now. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. They pushed my body beyond its limits, but they never hurt me in the way I expected. Everything they did heightened my arousal.

My sore pussy clenches as thoughts of what I want to do to them flood my head. I want to strap them down to that cross and be the one in control of their pleasure.

The way they took care of me in the shower afterward was unexpected. They were a complete contrast to the savages from earlier. I still don't trust them, but I can feel my defenses crumble the longer I'm in their presence.

"You are going to be trouble." He chuckles as if aware of the direction of my thoughts. His hand around my waist tightens as he orders, "Go to sleep."

My instinct is to argue, but I don't have the mental capacity to spar with him right now. After I catch up on my rest, I'll have a clear head and figure out what to do next. I close my eyes, and I succumb to the exhaustion coursing through me, snuggled between two of the most vicious killers.