18. Chapter 18

"Iwould never want to empower this damned Demon inside me with some fucked up ritua—"

I took Cyn's chilly hand, the gesture silencing him.

"We have no choice," I pleaded.

His shoulders sagged. He directed a glance at Elias, who was failing to still the tremors creeping along his arms.

"Fine. Fuck it. We'll play along," Cyn conceded. "What do we have to do?"

"You have never indulged your Demons through a proper ritual?" Acceptance shook his head in disappointment. "I shouldn't be surprised. That explains why you are such pitiful specimens. Master Malachar was right. You are nothing but an ungrateful, flippant child, Cynthian. So easily riled up. And the other one? Ugh, far too stiff and serious. No wonder you are his least favorite creations."

Cyn growled, the muscles in his jaw twitching. "Are you going to tell us what to do or not, pisshead?"

"Never mind," Acceptance huffed. "My breath is wasted on you."

With a flick of his wrist, the violet candles along the sacrificial circle's edge lit up with ebon flames.

"You know your Demons. You know what they crave, what fuels them. Fulfill their hunger within the ritual circle, and the runes will do the rest, temporarily amplifying the effects," Acceptance drawled.

I looked between Eli and Cyn, planting my feet as I ignored the flutter in my chest. "You need fresh mortal flesh and blood," I said. "You need me."

"But I already drank from you earlier, and what if I can't control myself?" Cyn asked, a flicker of fear crossing his face. "What if I can't stop?"

"You will stop. I have no doubt."

I turned to Elias, whose already pale complexion was taking on a blue hue. My eyes met those on his chest, their light dimmer. His Demon was suffering, too.

"And Elias," I said, putting as much determination in my voice as I could muster. "I want you to taste my flesh."

He frowned deeply. "I won't ask this of you. I can't."

"You don't have to. I'm offering. I insist, and I won't allow you to refuse me this time. There is no other way."

My neck cording with tension, I slid the bow and quiver off my back and laid them outside of the circle. I took off my boots and my tunic, tossing them next to my weapons. Last, I discarded my trousers.

"I am your willing sacrifice, my brothers. Take what you need from my body and soul. You already own every part of me. I have always been yours, and I will be yours until my dying day. No, even beyond."

Holding my breath, I stepped into the circle. Heat seeped into the soles of my feet, my toes curling, and sizzling power swept over my skin, raising every tiny hair, sensitizing every nerve. I extended my arms toward them, my pulse stumbling over its own rhythm.

For the sake of Cyn and Eli, I was playing up my confidence, but I was terrified of the ritual.

My lack of magic meant I had never explored demonology, but I wasn't certain I would have wanted to, anyway. I'd heard horrible tales of shattering souls and agonizing death. Of madness. And now, I couldn't stop imagining the million different ways this could go badly.

But if I was to die, I couldn't fathom a better reason than to die for the men I loved.

If this ritual was a trap, if everything went wrong, it would have been worth it. My brothers would have endured the same—and worse—for me. They already had when they decided to get me out of this Creators forsaken murder dungeon, accepting the deadly consequences.

Cyn smirked at me before pulling Eli backwards into his arms, putting his chin on Eli's shoulder.

"Come on, Myna wants it," he said, his hand rubbing along Eli's groin. "She wants it, and we want it. Damn, you have no idea how fucking hot it was to drink from her, to give in to the urge. Imagine how it'll blow your mind to eat a piece of her. This shit's all going to the Hells, so we might as well give it our best shot and enjoy the ride, our cocks buried in our little sister's holes."

A grin split my lips. Luckily, Cyn was warming up to the idea faster than I anticipated. That would make it easier to persuade Eli, too.

"Please, don't mind me," Acceptance cut in, slouching on his throne as he glanced at his nails. "You have nothing to fear from me for now. I keep my promises, and I can assure you that unlike my master's patrons, I'm not the least bit interested in your disgustingly mortal carousing."

I ignored him, as did my brothers. Their attention was on me, eyes dragging down over my body, a battlefield of desire, already bruised by their hands and teeth. Cyn stumbled as he tugged a reluctant Eli to the middle of the circle. As soon as they had crossed the glowing boundary, their stances changed, the magic contained within the lines affecting them.

Cyn regained his safe footing, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders as he whistled. "Oh, not bad. This doesn't feel all too shabby. Hey, Eli. You feeling this?"

Elias gave a curt nod as he pushed out his chest, standing tall, letting out a long sigh as if he'd forgotten to breathe since we arrived in Acceptance's room. He raised a hand, watching the tremors fade until his fingers were steady once more. All his eyes widened, their orange gazes flaring.

"Well, then," Cyn said, pausing as he twisted his left lip piercing, his white-hot stare making me dewy between the legs. "On your knees, sister. Prove your devotion and worship us."

The sibilation of my budding lust and the runes' power vibrating along my skin, I sank to my knees. I grasped their erections through their clothes, one hand on each of them, when Elias spoke up.

"Actually, brother …" He grabbed Cyn by the hair and yanked him into a kiss. They moaned as their tongues coiled, Eli setting a hand on Cyn's ass, kneading. Breathless, they gazed into each other's eyes, and Elias' low voice sounded again.

"Join her. Get on your fucking knees, Cyn, and take my cock out."

Cynthian bit his lip, a shiver running through him. "Fuck, I love when—"

A snap sounded as Eli's palm hit Cyn's cheek. "Did I order you to talk back? No. I ordered you to kneel. Little one, show him what it means to obey."

"Yes, brother," I responded far too eagerly.

The strings of teeth and bones at Eli's belt rattled as I pulled aside the front flap of his kilt, untying the lacing beneath to reveal a long slit in the cloth. I freed his impressive cock, weighing it on my palm before I closed my fingers around it. My head bowed, and I trailed my tongue along the tip, tasting the salty tang of his arousal while I stroked him as he instructed me during our first time.

"See, brother," Elias said, a devilish smirk curling his lips. "That's how you serve your betters. Now don't make me repeat myself." With a dark growl, he shoved Cyn down.

"Damn, you're sexy," Cyn mumbled as he palmed Eli's balls. He suckled and massaged them gently, his other hand set on our brother's hip.

He licked up to the head of Eli's cock, swirling around it. Our tongues met and then our lips, locking in a deep, sensual kiss. When we parted, Cyn glanced up at Elias, mouth opening wide. Inch by slow inch, he took all of him into his throat, holding provocative eye contact with our brother.

"Creators …" Eli groaned, his thirteen eyes half-closing in pleasure as Cyn gagged. "Sister, grab his head and keep him there. I want to hear him choke on my cock like a good boy."

"Yes, Elias," I responded, heat flickering in my belly. Just like Cyn, I was thoroughly enjoying this more dominant and demanding side of him.

"What a good girl you are," Eli praised, running a single finger along the shell of my ear, and a jolt of pleasure ran up my back.

I wrapped strands of Cyn's hair around my fist and pushed him forward until his mouth pressed against Elias' pelvis. Spit trickled from his lips, running down his chin, his eyes watering as I watched his bulging throat constrict. He was the strongest, the most aggressive of us three, and seeing him on his knees, humiliated by Eli and me, had my pussy dripping.

"Let him go," Elias finally commanded, and I did.

Cyn surged back, panting, cheeks reddened. He rubbed along his throat, swallowing hard. "Shit, you almost killed me," he spat, yet he was grinning.

"If you continue to disobey, I won't leave it at almost next time," Eli said before he looked at me. "Your turn, little one. Open your greedy mouth for me."

He grabbed my hair, and I let his length slide along my tongue, tasting Cyn's spit and the first drops of Eli's seed. This time I knew what to expect, but it didn't make satisfying him any easier.

I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, bracing my hands on his thighs. But within seconds, I was in the same position Cyn had been in: Elias deep in my throat, his balls against my lips, and the sounds of my pathetic gagging making his dick throb.

Cyn embraced me from behind, his fingers drawing circles around my hard nipples. "You look so good with our brother's cock in your mouth, Hellspark," he murmured. "And those cute little noises you make when you can't breathe …"

He pinched my nipples, twisting hard, and I surrendered a gargled yelp, the pain like an electric connection between my breasts and my cunt.

Elias slipped from my lips, letting me breathe. "You are temptation brought to life in the shape of a perfect woman, Myna," he murmured, fingers drawing along my aching jaw. He gathered my hair at the base of my skull and brushed it forward over my shoulder, curtaining my chest. "I could not resist you any more than flesh may resist decay. No more than the tides may resist the moon."

Cyn's hands pulled away and something searing hit my back. I mewled, squirming as a mysterious liquid ran over my skin, then hardening. The heady, novel sensation made me shudder, torn between wanting it to stop and wanting more.

A second trail of blazing heat dripped along my spine.

Then another, from my waist over my ass.

One more from my shoulder to my midriff.

As Cyn's arm stretched upward, and Elias took a burning candle from him, my mouth slackened.

Hot wax.

Cyn had been dripping hot wax over my back.

Elias smirked down at me, and my breath caught as he held the candle above me.

"You're most beautiful when you are in pain, Myna," Eli rasped, granting me a sadistic smile as he tugged on my hair to bend my neck and expose my throat. "I wish you could see the way I see you. Your face twisted in anguish and tears brimming in your eyes. You are pure in your wanton worship. I know the Creators must be smiling, seeing you suffer on your knees."

A thin stream of violet flowed from the candle, down along my throat, and I keened. Eli shifted the candle and wax singed first one, then the other of my peaking nipples. I moaned, goosebumps covering my breasts.

"Present her to me, Cyn," Eli ordered.

"Oh, with absolute pleasure, brother," Cyn drawled as he got up. His arms hooked beneath mine and under my knees. He lifted me with my back pressed against his chest, my legs forcefully spread and my sore, wet cunt on display.

I knew they had seen and felt all of me, but I blushed as Elias' eyes flicked between my thighs, dire hunger blazing in them. He pushed three digits into me, and I gasped, their girth making me feel every tiny ache my brothers had caused before. He fucked me with slow strokes while wax drizzled along my groin, right by the side of my lower lips. With every thrust, squelching noises filled the room, and my moans grew louder.

"Let's see what sound she makes if I do this …" Eli said as he tilted the candle again.

Heat stung my clit, and I shrieked as wax encased the throbbing nerves.

"Your misery sounds so sweet," Cyn whispered, licking along my cheek. "It's your own fault we want to hear your cries again and again."

"Please, brothers … Please hurt me more," I begged. I was crazed with desire, every part of me coveting their touch. I would have done absolutely anything they asked of me, no matter how destructive the outcome.

"I can make her scream even louder," Eli crooned, his smile dangerous and sharp as a knife. He pulled his fingers out, setting the candle aside before raising a flat hand. With a smack, he brought it down—right on my clit.

The wax shattered, thunder igniting within me.

My lashes fluttered as my pussy convulsed, another cry tearing from my lungs. Without further stimulation, I chased my pleasure, but there was no relief in my ruined climax. I struggled, desperate to touch myself, but Cyn had an unyielding hold on me.

"Aw, watch how she squirms, Eli," Cyn mocked. "Did we ruin your precious orgasm, little sister?"

"Please," I gasped. "Fuck me. Fill me. I need to feel you!"

"Hold on to me, Myna," Eli said, reaching under my ass. He took me from Cyn's hold, my arms around his neck, my legs encircling his hips. His dick twitched against my pussy, and I writhed, spreading my wetness over his length.

Cyn rounded us, and his hand found Eli's cock, positioning it at my entrance. I shuddered as he slid it inside, pulling me down over the ridged shaft.

"I wanna see how far we can stretch our little slut," Cyn snickered, pressing himself against my back again. "What do you think, Hellspark? Can you take us both in your tight cunt?"

My inner muscles seized at the thought, and Elias hissed.

"I think she almost came just from you asking, Cyn," he brought out.

I shook my head, even though he was right.

"I'm not sure if I can—"

Elias kissed me, teeth grazing my lip, stopping me from speaking, and Cyn's cock pushed against my pussy. With a restrained growl, he forced the tip inside. A burning ache speared through me, and I screamed against Eli's mouth, my nails buried in the nape of his neck.

Impossible. This is impossible.

"Relax, Myna. Make this easy on yourself," Cyn gritted out through clenched teeth. "Because I won't stop, no matter how much it hurts." His hips snapped forward just a tiny bit, the agony making me clench around them, and Elias' head tipped back.

"This is divine, Cyn. I can feel you both at the same time. Your massive cock against mine, her warmth encasing me …" His voice trailed off into a feral moan.

Little by little, Cynthian continued slipping deeper. When they'd taken both of my holes that first time, I'd thought I was breaking. But it was nothing compared to the incredible fullness sundering me now.

I scarcely dared to breathe when they began to move me up and down on their dicks, Cyn lifting and lowering me by the waist, Eli grabbing my ass. I whined with every thrust, drifting in uncharted territory between infinite torment and limitless exultation. Their mouths collided in a kiss that was more ruthless battle than placid truce, more indomitable hunger than tender adoration. And I was caught between them, their powerful bodies pressing me close.

"You love being abused by your brothers, don't you?" Elias asked. "You love when we hurt you, when we fuck you like animals. When we pound you as if you're nothing but a hole for us to use."

"Tell us how much you love being tortured by our cocks, Hellspark," Cyn said, reaching around me, fingers massaging my clit. "Admit that you've always dreamed of us violating you."

Despite the discomfort, or maybe because of it, I could feel another orgasm building, approaching like a tidal wave.

"Yes, fuck—" I wailed as they sped up, my voice shaking. "I love when you hurt me, torture me. I—ah!"

Cyn pinched my clit, and I was seeing stars. I squeezed them, the most earth-shattering climax of my life ripping through me. I called their names in ecstasy when a different agony seared through my arm like an arrow.

Everything happened so Creators damned fast.

Almost disconnected from my body by the overload of lust and terror, I watched Elias' teeth sink into my upper arm, tearing away a piece of my flesh. Blood flowed from the wound and over his lips. His eyes closed as he chewed, his jaw moving slowly as if he savored every second.

Then he swallowed and came in an instant. His cum filled me as he throbbed deep inside, a wild, choked moan escaping him.

The same moment, the frosty sting of Cyn's fangs hit my neck. He drank from me, every greedy gulp prolonging my orgasm. He lasted a few more thrusts before he, too, emptied his seed into me in harsh spurts.

The runic circle around us blazed, the symbols pulsing in the same hectic rhythm as my breath. My vision grew dim, the world around me spinning. I couldn't tell how much blood I had lost; how much time had passed while I was floating in the liminal abyss of delectation.

"Cyn," I whispered and licked over my lips, trying to concentrate. "Cyn, you need to stop."

His body went rigid. He let out a feral snarl before his mouth abruptly left my throat.

"No fainting, Myna," Elias said, giving my cheek a few light slaps. "Stay with us."

I blinked, willing myself to keep a hold of my consciousness. "I-I'm trying …"

With a wet sound, they pulled out of me, both still hard. Elias laid me on the ground, rolling me onto my belly. The runes of the circle burned against my stomach, sizzling like red-hot iron, but I was too exhausted to resist. My hips were yanked up, and Cyn leaned over me, slamming his dick back into my pussy. I was still reeling from my previous orgasm, every bit of friction, every harsh thrust stoking fire in my veins.

"Give us one more, Hellspark," Cyn whispered, circling my clit again. "Come one more time for us."

Elias took up position behind him, and I felt them connect through the jerk of Cyn's pelvis, both of them moaning. They fell into a hard, merciless rhythm of fucking each other—and me. The soaring tide of my lust rose once more, quickened by the lewd sounds from behind me.

Slapping skin. Heavy breathing. Grunted sighs.

"That's it, brother," Eli growled, pulling on Cyn's hair to get better access to his neck. He set messy, sanguine kisses on his throat, smearing it with my blood. "Take me in your ass while you fuck our sister's sloppy cunt."

He twisted one of Cyn's nipple piercings, and Cyn shivered.

"On the count of three, I want you both to come for me," Elias said. "Do you hear me, my fuckmeat?"

I nodded, the speech center of my brain entirely incapacitated by the tingles flooding every part of me from my head to my toes.

"Yes, brother …" Cyn panted.

"One."

Elias wrapped a hand around Cyn's throat, choking him, and Cyn did the same to me.

"Two."

The last vestiges of my sanity fractured beneath the growing pressure of the fingers around my neck.

"Three."

Cyn came first, his cum sizzling as it dripped out of me onto the runes. I came too, my body seizing, another wave of liquid gushing from my pussy, this time my own. My eyes rolled back in my head as I—