13. Chapter 13

Ihuffed as my back hit the warm, pliable sand. My wrists were pinned above my head in Cyn's hold and he was between my legs, grinding his erection against my groin.

The shadows around his wounds had stopped spreading, their edges retreating. Eli's incisions were already closed, and Cyn seemed to have regained his full strength—though the mad spark in his eyes had returned, too. As he grinned at me, crimson staining his teeth and flecking his lips, I knew it wasn't just him looking at me. It wasn't just him in control.

It was both my brother and his Demon undressing me with their ravenous stare.

"More," Cyn growled. "I want more of you, Hellspark. All of you. I want to ravage you, drink the ambrosia of suffering in your blood. Everyone will see how I bend your body to my will, how I make you scream and come for me."

A whirlwind of heat swirled from my belly into my chest.

I knew all along that total strangers were watching us through the wards, but it had taken until now for that realization to sink in. I never expected being watched to feel this arousing.

"Everyone will see your spread pussy, wet for your brothers," Cynthian said, licking over my throat, the stud in his tongue a touch of metal against my skin. "Everyone will hear you cry out and beg for more while we fuck you."

He bit down again, the icy sting of his fangs anchoring at the crook of my neck. I moaned, the tight strings of my nerves thrumming with peccant arousal. Cyn drank for a brief moment, each draw of blood a feverish shudder along my bones. Growling, he released my arms and unbuttoned my tunic. I helped him slip it off. My trousers, too. When I was naked, his mouth continued where it had left off.

He bit me again and again.

The side of my breast.

Above my hip.

The inside of my thigh.

Cyn drew a trail of zealous wounds along my quaking body, marking me with his teeth. Electricity crackled through me, my skin pebbling. Fear and lust became indistinguishable.

The same sanguine color.

The same copper scent.

The same breathy sounds.

The same toxic desire consuming me.

Cyn's tongue flicked over my pulsing clit, his piercing hitting the sensitive nerves just right, and I cried out.

No one had ever kissed me there, licked me there.

I reached for his head, fisting his hair, using it as a leash to pull his mouth tighter against me. His laughter vibrated against my pussy as he slid two fingers inside. I clenched around him, a moan spilling from my lips. I was still sore from earlier, and his rough intrusion sparked a dull ache driving me to the edge.

Cyn tutted as I raised my hips, balancing on the cusp of my climax.

"No, Hellspark. Not yet. You are only allowed to come after you've sucked off Eli like a dutiful sister would. Isn't that right, brother?"

Elias chuckled, and my head snapped to him. He had already undressed, clothing tossed onto the same pile as mine. He laid down on his side, his groin—and his enormous, erect cock—in front of my face.

"There is one hole of yours we haven't claimed yet, Myna," he crooned, twisting strands of my hair around one hand. "Every part of you is ours to fuck and please, ours to break and torment. And if you come undone against Cyn's mouth before I have spilled my cum down your pretty throat, I might just have to slit it."

"Oh fuck, Eli. I like that idea. Our little sister choking on your cock and her own blood," Cyn cackled, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me. His other hand reached between his legs, palming his dick through the leather, kneading.

My heart lurched as Elias tugged my head closer. The velveteen, engorged tip of his cock brushed against my pursed lips, coating them in drops of sticky liquid. His glowing, demonic eyes narrowed as if their jubilant expression was accompanied by an invisible smile.

"Open wide, little one," Eli ordered.

Terror paralyzed me.

Another thing I had never done. Another fantasy coming true, its imagined sweetness twisted by my vicious brothers' brutal appetites.

"If you will not obey …" Elias murmured. "I shall make you."

He reached for my nose and pinched it shut. Instant panic fired along my nerves, adrenaline flaring.

"Let us see how long you can hold your breath."

He started to count, his dick against my lips and a wolfish smirk curling his.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Eleven.

Fifteen.

My heart thundered as the seconds passed and the burning in my lungs grew.

At twenty, Cyn sucked my clit between his teeth, and my toes curled. He fucked me at a steady pace, his fingers twisting as he spread my cunt. His erotic torture kept me right at the edge, slowing when he felt I was about to come, intensifying when my arousal dipped.

At forty, Cyn bit down on the throbbing bundle of nerves crowning my slit—not enough to wound me, but enough to hurt. I yelped, and Eli's dick pushed into my open mouth.

He showed me no mercy.

My eyes watered as he hit the back of my throat, his textured shaft sliding along my writhing tongue. I tried to shove him away, but my strength didn't suffice to move him.

I was helpless. Unable to resist them.

"Your mouth feels like oblivion," Elias groaned, holding my head still while he facefucked me with barbarous thrusts. "The Creators made you to be defiled by us. They shaped your body to receive us, to please us, to envelop us with the heat of your tender flesh."

I couldn't stop gagging, spit overflowing from my lips, dripping onto the sand. He pulled out for a few seconds, allowing me to breathe. His length shone with my saliva as he stroked himself, the veins bulging.

"You are perfection, Myna," he said and forced himself between my lips again, my jaw aching from the stretch. "I can't wait to see the desperation in your eyes when Cyn makes you come while my dick is in your tight throat."

I moaned as Cyn's fingers curled, hitting that sweet, forward spot inside of me with every quickening thrust. His tongue worked my clit relentlessly, and I shattered in crystalline euphoria. The blaze of my long-awaited orgasm seared my nerves, my mind going blank as I struggled for air.

My head was spinning and my vision a blur as Elias exploded in my mouth, a flood of salty liquid spilling over my tongue.

"Swallow it all," he groaned as he throbbed between my lips, the slide of his cum thick in my sore throat. "I don't want to see a single drop wasted."

He was still hard as he retreated and Cyn rose to his feet, leaving me a squirming, breathless mess on the ground. I sat up, but they looked at each other and tsked.

"Stay the fuck down, little sister, right at our feet where you belong. We're not done with you," Cyn said, grinning as he set his boot against my chest and pushed me into the sand again. "Long from done."

"But h-how," I stammered. "How are you still hard, Eli? I felt you finish."

Elias crouched, unlacing Cyn's boots before taking them off and throwing them aside. A few of his demonic eyes moved to me, the others focused on the removal of Cynthian's trousers.

"Our Demons afford us certain other advantages outside of combat as well, Myna," Eli said, smug satisfaction in his tone, one I'd never heard before. Perhaps right then, it wasn't only him speaking, but his Demon, too. "Increased sexual stamina is one of them."

Cyn's cock sprung free, and Eli licked along the length of his thighs, his groin, tongue drawing invisible patterns up his stomach and chest to his mouth. They kissed deeply, hips pressed together, dicks leaking a wet trail onto each other's skin as they stroked one another. I couldn't tear my eyes from them.

"I want you now," Cyn growled, his thumb gliding over the head of Elias' dick. Eli shuddered, his eyes closing. "I want to fuck you while you take her, brother. I want to impale you on my cock while you make our sister scream."

Eli's mouth twitched into a small smile. "Then you shall have me. And I shall have her cunt."

They spoke of me as if I wasn't present, as if I had no say, no choice in any of this. As if my body was nothing but meat to be divided between them.

How degrading.

Embarrassment pricked my cheeks, but I couldn't deny the effect their humiliation had on me. Need pooled low in my stomach and my drenched pussy ached for them.

Elias parted from Cyn and kneeled between my thighs. He cupped my face and kissed me, licking along my lips.

"You did well taking me in your mouth, little one," he whispered. "I can't wait to feel your sweet cunt squeeze me."

I smiled as he praised me, lifting my hips and spreading my legs wider to invite him in. "Please … fuck me, brother," I moaned. "I need to be filled."

"Ever impatient, huh?" Elias chuckled. "But this once, I will satisfy your greedy disposition."

He grabbed my hips, his other hand guiding his length to my entrance. Cyn had prepared me well, my first orgasm relaxing me, but Eli was still massive. I breathed through the pain as he pressed into me.

It was sick, but I had begun to crave the agony my brothers brought me. I savored it, was addicted to it.

Each spark of anguish I suffered at their hands ignited galaxies of dormant pleasure within my blood. Each twinge of torment painted my starved soul in the vibrant hues of euphoria.

They made me suffer because they loved me. Their savagery was sepulchral proof of their affection.

"Eli," I whined as he rutted inside me, his ridges grinding against my inner walls.

"I didn't get her to moan my name," Cyn mocked with a raised brow as he stepped to Eli's side.

"Perhaps, brother, that's because her mouth was filled with my cock." Elias smirked, grabbing Cyn's dick and bringing it to his lips. "And I hope you won't expect me to talk now, either."

His tongue teased over the tip before he opened wide, taking all of Cyn into his throat.

"Shit," Cyn groaned, palming the back of Eli's head. The bands of muscles in his forearms tightened and flexed, his shoulders rolling. "You're so damn good at this. I'd sell my fucking soul just to get you to suck me off."

But Elias hadn't forgotten about me, either. He fucked me with measured thrusts, the hand on my midriff slipping to my clit. Reticent pleasure built in my core, slow and luscious, like small sips of an exquisite vintage, every drop worth savoring, every drop worth the wait.

His head moved back and forth, wet, profane noises streaming from his mouth as he sucked and licked, his free hand massaging Cyn's heavy balls.

He teased us both with expert precision.

Cyn pulled from Eli's mouth, glimmering threads of saliva breaking. He moved behind Elias, who bent forward to kiss me once more, Cyn's salty arousal fresh on his tongue.

"I'm gonna make it hurt, you know?" Cyn growled as he grabbed Eli's waist.

"I hope you will," Eli chuckled.

My body shook with the snap of Cyn's hips as he sheathed himself inside Eli's ass. Now it was Cyn determining the pace. With each of his frantic thrusts, Eli pushed into me with the same brutality, twitching inside my cunt. Every time he yanked Eli back, I was left empty, just to be filled once more.

The slapping sounds of skin on skin weaved into a depraved symphony of lust, our moans echoing through the empty desert. Cyn picked up the dagger earlier used to open his wounds and pressed it to Eli's throat.

"Come for me. Come for me right now, brother, or I swear I will spill your blood all over Myna and fucking end you both," he grit out.

Eli's hips stuttered and he found his release. His cock throbbed as he spurted into me, the sensation pushing me to the peak, too. This orgasm lasted longer, though it was no less intense. I fluttered around Eli, milking him until he was spent, and I felt him leaking from my cunt. Cyn came last, ramming the dagger into the sand. His teeth dug into Eli's shoulder, and his shivers shook us both like an earthquake.

"By the damned Creators, you two are amazing," Cyn panted, snickering. He slunk past Elias and dropped onto the sand next to me. Our brother followed his example and laid by my other side, gulping down big gasps of air.

They took my hands as we stared up into the canopy, streaks of sun blinding us. In the serene afterglow of our intimacy, it felt as if I would float away if they didn't hold on to me.

"Very well done," Malachar's voice echoed from around us, bursting our bubble of bliss. "My guests adored your perverted little show. Who doesn't love a bit of debauchery?"

"Just leave us be," Cyn said. "Fuck off and let us do what we gotta do."

"I've come to extend you the courtesy of a warning, boy." Malachar tutted. "While my patrons were amused by watching you partake in the pleasures of your sister's flesh, do not lose sight of your goal. After all, I wouldn't want the grand finale to be cut short and the bets to be refunded."

"If you want a grand finale, you prick, why don't you lend us a hand, huh?" Cyn spat.

"You desire a hint?" Malachar asked. "Is that it?"

Cyn growled. "Fuck, sure. Whatever."

"Fine then," Malachar said, giving a thin snicker. "I shall leave you with this: During the battle in the crucible of one's soul, salvation flies upon wings of night."