84. Scythe

Chapter 84

Scythe

T he swarm moves around its cursed circle, no longer at the periphery of all things but front and centre. Their screaming, their foul words, the constant, brutal sound…

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Nausea roils in my stomach. My feet feel like they slip from beneath me. This is worse than Chinese water torture.

I am drowning on land.

And the only thing keeping me here, keeping me upright and forcing my ears to listen to this conversation, to remain in this world, had been my regina, her mouth around my cock, looking up at me with those Goddess-given eyes that make me come undone every time I find myself giving in and looking at them.

Aurelia pushes Ghoul in his chest, her intent clear— You stay here —before she turns back to us, those sharp fangs disappearing back into her gums. She comes to me first, which would make me weep if I had the tears for it. Her prowling steps ground me in this momentary blip in time that I've allowed myself to be with her and my brothers.

She drops down onto her knees before me, her hand skimming the line of my abdomen. I hiss in pain, in pleasure, as her hand scrapes downwards and her mouth finds my hard cock, her hands cupping my aching balls. Those ocean blues blink up at me and I fall into her, letting her mouth coax me into focusing, letting her tongue sweep over the head of me. I'm vaguely aware of Lyle and Savage taking up our previous positions as shadows overtake Ghoul once again, leaving him a haze of void and red laser beams.

My regina's hand is on Lyle, and her moan as Savage enters her again vibrates all the way to my full, aching balls. She sucks hard, her head bobbing, her eyes fixed on me as if she is telling me to stay.

That is all I want.

Yet the swarm fills my vision, overtaking everything.

I need to see her come.

Savage thrusts into her with unrelenting speed. He's hungry from the run and frustrated from the interruption, telling his little birdy that he won't tolerate her sass, even though we all know he will.

Lyle watches his angel's hand pump his huge cock, the veins bulging, ready to release his beast and come.

"Aurelia," I whisper, "this cock is yours."

Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure, taking those pools of blue away from me. Savage bites on her neck, toying with her clitoris, the wet sound of her pussy telling her mates how much she loves us all being together. How much she needs us.

A fissure carves its way into my heart.

The three of us tell her how perfect she is, how well she takes us, how deliciously she sucks us.

Our devotion to her makes her come with a scream, her hard and jolting sucking drawing the most intense pleasure from the base of me. My balls tighten and I explode into her pretty mouth, for the first time in my life, moaning my release. She swallows me down gratefully, with relish, and that pure sensation I only feel when I'm with her pools within me, clean and bright. It makes my shark violently whip his tail and gnash his jaws with glee.

Lyle shudders, and quick as a whip, she leaves my cock for his, swallowing his cock with a happy noise as he comes, clutching her face and groaning into the sky.

I stare at my pierced cock, gripping it with fascination. The source of so much of my pain in the past. I'd claimed it for myself by piercing it, the same way I'd claimed the rest of my skin for myself by tattooing every inch of it.

They had been mine ; I was my own master and neither woman, man, nor beast could claim it. But now I miss Aurelia's mouth on it. I miss her hands claiming my skin, her lips claiming mine, her soft body pressed up against my hard one like she wants to get under my skin?—

A scream sounds in my ears, guttural and deep.

The phantoms march and spit, sneer and shout. They will never release me. Every time I fall back into this world, they will always be here to remind me I am not of this world. That I am a foreign thing.

This is an enemy I cannot defeat.

I fall to my knees, clutching my head in both hands. "No," slips out of me in a whisper.