8. Chapter 8

Cyn and Eli burning with desire for me and for each other, was everything I'd wanted, everything I'd fantasized.

This was everything I'd dreamed of.

But I hadn't imagined our first time together to be a savage feast, my body bread and offal and wine for them to devour. To swallow every crumb of my pleasure and drink every drop of my torment.

Yet even as my heart thrummed with fear, I couldn't stop craving their tyrannical touches and perverted words.

So long as they wanted me, they could take a blade to my skin and cut me open. So long as they needed me, they could snap my bones and spill my blood.

Eli shifted, reaching for my hand, guiding it to his groin. It slipped beneath the loose cloth of his undergarments and my eyes went wide.

I'd seen art and enjoyed erotic stories, but no cock was ever drawn or described like this.

Eli's demonic pact had not only changed the physique of his upper body. Ridges and bumps ran along the shaft of the hot behemoth twitching against my fingers. He groaned as I started to stroke from the root to the tip, hesitantly copying a simple technique I'd read about. His cheeks flushed, and a shudder rippled along his body as silky pre-cum wet my digits. But it was more than a few drops, it was almost as if his dick was lubricating itself the more his arousal climbed.

"Harder," Eli murmured, voice clipped.

"Yes, brother," I breathed, tightening my grip.

Eli lowered his head to cover my mouth with a hungry kiss. He tasted of iron, sucking on my tongue, nibbling on my lips. As he pulled away, he was smiling, all thirteen eyes glowing bright.

Elias slowly played with my clit while Cyn pulled my legs apart, one hand reaching between them. My exposed pussy pulsed as his rough digits dragged down along my slick slit. He pushed two fingers into me at once, all the way to his knuckles, and I yelped, my cunt seizing around him.

"What a filthy whore you are for your big brothers," Cyn said, throwing his head back in frenzied laughter as he twisted inside me. "I can see the terror in your eyes. I can scent the honeyed fear on your glistening skin. But you can't stop yourself from dripping all over my hand, Hellspark. You can't help squeezing my fingers, your body begging me to abuse it."

I writhed, shame and lust whirling into an inebriating trance, leaving me a wreck. Unable to speak. Unable to think. Only needing. Yearning. All animal instincts and heated blood.

"I think she's ready for us, brother," Elias said, and stopped touching Cyn. He took my hand from his cock to remove his undergarments, and I gulped. He had felt big, but his size was even more impressive in full view, dark, swirling marks winding along his ridged dick, up to the enlarged head.

Cyn cackled madly, pulling out. I mewled at the emptiness, the feeling of absence he left in my cunt. His digits were shining with my wetness, and he licked them clean, eyes hooding.

"Fuck, everything about you is delicious, Hellspark," he snarled, and if I could have blushed a deeper shade of pink, I would have.

Cyn tugged off his underwear, and I inhaled sharply as I admired him. His Demon had changed his dick, too, and his size was in no way inferior to Elias. Pearl-like textures adorned the veiny, girthy shaft, and the head was tapered, drops of lubrication on it shimmering like tiny gems. My eyes lingered on the brand across his right hip, and he paused, following my gaze. He traced his scars, smiling as his mouth formed each silent letter.

C. E. M.

Then he reached for me, fingers drawing along the matching marks I bore.

"I still remember the tears in your eyes when I pressed the red-hot metal against your unmarred skin," Cyn said, his gaze briefly distant with gentle fondness. "I had never seen you look as fucking sweet as that first time I hurt you. By the Creators, that's when I knew I was screwed, addicted to your suffering."

He grabbed me by the pelvis, fingers leaving indentations in my flesh. I winced, and he grinned down at me, digging in harder. As if I weighed less than a feather, Cyn pulled my rear onto his knees, my legs encircling him.

"We held back all those years watching you grow up alongside us. Thought we were protecting you from ourselves, you know? But no more of that shit tonight. Tonight, we'll make you cry again. Get on my lap, little prey. Wrap your arms around my neck, and hold on," he ordered. "I want to look into your eyes while we fuck you for the first time."

Eli pushed his hands under my back, helping me to sit up and follow Cyn's orders. I squirmed, grinding my pussy against Cyn, his rigid, leaking cock pressed against my abdomen, reaching to my belly button.

Trepidation knotted my stomach. Trepidation and excitement.

Would they ever fit inside me? I'd never used more than three fingers on myself, and they were far bigger than that.

Eli's hands slid beneath my ass, lifting me, while Cyn positioned his dick beneath me. They handled me like a doll. As if I didn't possess free will, as if I was their property, their toy to play with. And Creators, it scared me as much as it made my cunt drip.

Eli lowered me until Cyn's cock pressed against my entrance. "Now be a good girl and take our brother in your pretty pussy, little one," he whispered, pulling me down just a bit more, and Cyn's tip parted my sex.

"Fuck," I moaned as he stretched me, my fingers clawing Cyn's back.

This was such a small part of him and he was already nearly breaking me—there was no way I could take all of him.

Sudden panic jolted me from my daze of lust. My legs stiffened, and I meant to pull myself up, get free, but Cyn locked his hands at my back and Elias tutted, holding on to my waist.

"Have you forgotten what we told you, Myna?" Cyn asked, his grin turning nefarious.

"We will make you ours, no matter how much you resist. No matter how much you scream," Elias said. "You have no right to refuse. Your body belongs to the Creators, and by extension, to their loyal servants. To us. You belong to us."

At once, he yanked my hips down.

My legs buckled as Cyn's textured cock plunged inside, forcing my cunt wide. I cried out at the burning sensation, breath halting and pulse stumbling.

"How does she feel, brother?" Eli asked, voice rough.

"She's so fucking tight," Cyn gritted out, shuddering. "And when I hurt her, when I do … this …"

His hips surged, and he pressed in as far as I could take him, his tip bumping against my cervix. Black spots danced in my vision, my head tipping back. My pussy clenched hard, something akin to a moan and a sob falling from my lips.

"Yeah, that's it, Hellspark," he groaned. "Squeeze my cock. Let me feel your pain."

Cyn laid down on his back with me straddling him, not allowing an inch of his length to slip out of me. He cupped my face, bringing it to his, and our mouths collided, viciousness even in our first kiss.

His piercings pressed against my bottom lip as he sucked it between his teeth, biting until I tasted copper. He swallowed my screams while he fucked me, my hands on his chest, quick thrusts rocking my body. The nubs on his shaft rubbed along my entrance, sliding in and out of my hole with tantalizing pops.

Just as a trickle of pleasure eased my discomfort, I felt another touch between my legs—from behind. It was Elias' hand, brushing along my tortured cunt. He gathered my wetness on his fingers, rubbing it over my tight ass.

"You can't—" I brought out, but Cyn grabbed my throat, choking the words from it. Callous sadism was written across his face as he stilled, smirking. He spat into his free hand, reaching for Eli's dick, lubricating it.

"Too long have you gorged yourself on gentle pleasure, denying yourself the delectable bitterness of agony. Your sorrow is a prayer. Your anguish is the catalyst for divinity, little sister," Elias said, spreading my cheeks, pressing his cock against my asshole. "Pain is the most intimate form of worship, and I will make you suffer so wonderfully, your torment would make even the Creators weep with joy."

Mortified, I stared down at Cyn, my body held in place by the grip around my throat while Elias forced himself into my ass.

Fresh agony filled me.

Elias didn't stop, didn't relent, pushing further in even as my body rebelled, my muscles spasming against the intrusion. I grew dizzy, my legs shaking, a sheen of sweat on my skin. My brothers moaned in unison.

"Fuck, I can feel you inside her," Cyn groaned, snickering. "We're gonna break her! We're gonna rip her in two, Eli!"

With one hand, Elias held onto my waist as he pulled out and sheathed himself inside me again. Slower this time, with reverence, the ridges on his cock rolling over my inner walls like tiny caresses. His other hand found my clit, and he started rubbing.

Then they both moved.

The onset of my arousal was as overwhelming as the discomfort had been. Within seconds, I was adrift in ecstasy, losing myself in the sound of slapping flesh and the slick sound of their cocks pounding into me.

Cyn released my throat to tear on my hair, locking eyes with me. "Tell us who owns you," he grunted. "Tell us who you belong to."

"You," I panted. "Cyn and Eli, I belong to you. You own me."

"Promise that no one else can ever have you, Myna," Elias hissed, bottoming out in my ass. "Swear you'd rather die than let another touch you."

"I promise!" My voice came out in a shriek. "No one else will touch me. I'd rather die!"

"Good," Cyn said and smirked. "Because if you dare to even look at someone else, we'll fuck you to death."

His other hand snapped around my neck once more, squeezing. As I reached the peak of my lust, there was nothing left of me but the desire pumping through my veins and the fullness of my holes. I was waxen pleasure shaped like a woman, melting into the heat of my orgasm.

Moments after, a torrent of Cyn's seed poured into my cunt, and Eli flooded my ass with his thick cum.

The concoction of herbs I drank every month to help with my painful cycle would prevent pregnancy, too, but I almost wished it didn't. For a second, I wished I could carry a part of them within me, grow the seed of our bond in my belly.

They stayed inside me as I collapsed forward onto Cyn's heaving chest. Eli's weight pressed lightly atop my back as their arms met to lock me in an embrace between them. Their hearts beat against my body, thundering. Like mine.

For all their cruelty, for all their words of slaughter and depravity, there was gentle possessiveness in their touch. Undeniable care. But I didn't have to read their gestures, didn't have to guess how they felt.

"I love you, Hellspark," Cyn mumbled into the crown of my hair, breathless syllables carrying laughter. "And fuck, you're a good lay. Better than I imagined back when I jerked off in our bathroom in Hedonfel."

My heart soared as I giggled.

"And I love you, too, Myna," Elias whispered, his mouth tickling the nape of my neck. "I'm aflame with adoration for your luscious body and radiant soul, for every inch of your flawless self."

My lips parted with an answer, but Cyn cut me off.

"Damn, Eli," he snickered, playfully slapping Eli's rear. "Pull that poetic pike out of your ass and stop acting like you didn't come all over the tiles thinking of her when we were young, just like I did. I caught you more than once cleaning up with sticky-icky fingers."

Eli's shoulders shifted with a lazy shrug, the slightest hint of amusement in his tone. "I never said I didn't."

"I love you," I said, my eyes brimming with tears; my voice dulled with emotion. "Both of you."

They hugged me tighter, and I smiled. We'd said "I love you" to each other before, many times, as family. But this was different. This was more.

Cynthian and Elias were no longer only my brothers and my best friends—titles already laden with endless affection and importance.

Now, they were my lovers, too.

This might not have been how I envisioned our first time together, but in some messed up way, it was better.

We didn't make gentle love.

No, we fucked. It was an act of sinful destruction and wild creation, unmaking and remaking me against the unbreakable molds of their bodies. Cyn and Elias had shown me that pain and pleasure were crimson cloth woven from the same unyielding thread of ruthless lust.

And if we got out of here—when we got out of here—I would've been happy to indulge their twisted desires for the rest of our days.