Chapter Five

My lungs burned as I forced myself to keep moving. The manor’s corridors blurred together in a twisting darkness as I ran. I had no idea where I was; my only focus was moving forwards. Away from them.

Shouldn’t I just call out ‘pumpkin’ if I don’t feel safe?

But that was the point of Halloween. I didn’t want to feel safe, not really. I was having too much fun.

Another howl echoed through the halls, closely followed by three sets of frantic footsteps, and my adrenaline spiked. I had to keep moving. The moment I slowed down, they would catch me, and our game would be over. They thought they were playing with me? My role may have been the prey, but I was just as much a player here.

I swerved around a corner, and to my delight, found the grand staircase leading down to the foyer. Grinning, I continued past the stairs into the opposite wing of the manor. I knew they would expect me to run for the exit, so this could buy me some time.

Ducking through an open doorway, I hid behind the open door and peeked through the gap in the doorframe to check I wasn’t followed. Satisfied, I took a moment to catch my breath. The room was completely dark, so I should be safe for a moment. My sides ached. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d run anywhere, let alone from three Halloween actors. As my breaths came out in heavy bursts, I covered my mouth with a hand in an effort to muffle the sound.

“Gagging yourself, Witch Hazel?”

a low voice whispered from behind me, then warmth surrounded me. “There are better ways to do that, you know.”

No way. How did he…?

Nox’s hand gripped mine, pulling it from my mouth and spinning me to face him. Before I could scream, his painted lips closed over mine, kissing me hard. He pulled me closer with his free hand on the small of my back, pressing me against the hard lines of his body, and I gasped against his mouth. Despite the warmth of his skin, he tasted cold. It was how I imagined a storm cloud would taste, a shadowy mix of smoke and rain.

Pulling away enough for me to breathe, he muttered, “I wasn’t going to let one of them be the first to kiss you.”

His eerie painted smile widened in a devilish grin. It was the only part of him I could just about see in the darkness. Chuckling, he licked my lower lip and gave me one more chaste kiss before releasing me and stepping back. “Shouldn’t you be running?”

I flicked my eyes to the doorway. It was still silent in the corridor, so I had a chance. Without looking back, I dashed outside and ran deeper into the unexplored wing of the manor. I still didn’t understand how Nox found me so quickly. So quietly. I knew he was fast, but I should’ve seen him that close to me, or at least heard him. Then again, so much of tonight didn’t make sense.

The webs. The chains. Glowing eyes and a thousand spiders. Were these really Halloween tricks? No, not the point right now. I needed to keep moving.

Footsteps pounded in the distance, and terror twisted in the pit of my stomach. Yet somehow, it only made me look forward to them tracking me down. Perhaps it was due to my encounter with Nox. I knew why they sought me, and I wanted it. However, I was determined not to make it easy for them.

Crap. Dead end.

I frantically started trying doorknobs, searching for anything unlocked, and grinned when I got lucky. The door swung open, and I risked a glance back down the corridor. Two figures stormed towards me, and I dived into the room, praying it led somewhere I could lose them, or at least hide for a moment.

Unlike the other rooms, this one didn’t have any of the electric fake-lanterns dimly illuminating the space. Instead, the festival’s lights outside glowed through the two large windows, much like in Levi’s room upstairs. It seemed like it was still being restored by historians. Boxes were piled in one corner of the room next to a four-poster bed bare of sheets.

Hearing my pursuers rapidly approaching, I dived under the bed, tucking myself into my cloak with the hood up over my face to hopefully fool them into assuming I was a pile of blankets in the dark. It was desperate of me, but I couldn’t see anywhere else to go.

They entered the room, and I ducked my head, holding my breath and listening to their footsteps. Callan’s were frantic, barely slowing for a single moment as he darted around the room, growling in frustration. By comparison, Levi was light on his feet. I had to concentrate to keep track of him by sound alone. He barely more than a few taps of bare feet as he approached the bed before moving to the boxes.

“Did she go out the fucking window or something?”

Callan huffed.

My heart pounded like a war drum. I was amazed they couldn’t feel it through the floorboards the way it shook me.

“Somehow I doubt that.”

I could practically hear Levi’s eyes roll. “But she couldn’t have gone far.”

I slowly released my breath as I heard them exit the room, then peeked out from under my hood. Okay, no feet visible from the bed; that was a good sign. Still, I figured I should probably wait another minute before moving.

As I waited, curled up and listening for any hints as to where they were now, a flash of movement caught my eye near the bedpost. Was that… a spider?

Oh, no.

Hands grabbed me from behind, pulling me out from under the bed. A flash of shining white told me it was Levi, and I struggled harder before he could bind me with his webs. We rolled on the floor until he straddled me, gripping my wrists in one hand and pinning them above my head.

Another set of knees hit the floorboards beside my head, then Callan leaned down to lick up my neck, inhaling deeply. “No more running, lamb.”

Callan kissed me fiercely, plunging his tongue into my mouth and swallowing my moans. As he took over holding my wrists still, Levi untied the knot on my cloak and trailed kisses down to the low hemline of my dress. A rip reached my ears as Levi tore the dress down to my navel, but I couldn’t complain once he lifted one of my breasts free from my bra and took the nipple into his mouth. I moaned into Callan again, the sensations turning my fear into pleasure as Levi licked, sucked, and nibbled until I was a writhing mess. And then he gave the other breast the same attention while rolling and twisting the first between his talented fingers.

“You smell so fucking good. I could bury myself in your scent, lamb.”

Callan leaned back and brought one of my hands to feel the hardness at his crotch. “See what you do to me?”

I couldn’t resist squeezing his girth through the trousers. Fuck, he was so thick. “Can I taste you?”

Footsteps alerted me to a third person emerging from the shadows near the window. Nox’s grin spread across his face as he watched me writhing beneath Levi’s touches. “What a wonderful idea, Witch Hazel. Get on your knees. Show me how you pleasure them.”

Levi stood, allowing me to get to my knees, and stroked his hands through my hair before quickly binding my hands behind my back in webs. He smirked down at me, admiring his work. “It’s more fun this way, don’t you think?”

My cloak was left on the floor, and I immediately felt more exposed without it, and not just because my slutty little Sanderson dress was riding up. Both Levi and Callan let their trousers fall to the floor, and suddenly, I had two very hard cocks in front of my face.

Nox chuckled as he settled in behind me and stage-whispered in my ear, “Well? What are you waiting for?”

Needing no further encouragement, I leaned forward and gave each of them an exploratory lick up the shaft, just to see what I was working with. Callan was just as thick as I thought he’d be. His cock was veiny with a bulbous tip I just had to take into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, satisfied to drag a low moan from the red-eyed man before switching to Levi. He was thinner, but long, with a curve I knew would feel incredible inside me.

I switched between them, licking and sucking, desperately wishing I could use my hands to touch them. There was a rhythm to it, and I steadily took them deeper as I gained my confidence. I loved making men moan. There was nothing sexier to me, and I was glad they were vocal men.

“Come on. You can do better than that, can’t you?”

Nox taunted, his voice right in my ear as his hands stroked over my bare thighs.

Hands moved to my hair, and the next time I moved to take Callan into my mouth, he pulled me down until I gagged, forcing me to take him to the hilt. He held me there for a few seconds before pulling back and allowing Levi to do the same. Soon, I had alternating cocks fucking my throat, and drool dripped down my chin.

Nox’s fingers teased up my thighs, then he tugged my panties aside and dipped into my soaked cunt. The noises were obscene as he fucked them in and out of me, letting me ride his hand and rub my aching clit against his palm.

“Mm, fuck, I’m gonna come,”

Levi warned, thrusting his hips against my face with little care to how much I could breathe.

“Same here. Give me her mouth.”

Callan pulled me off Levi, dragging me back onto him as my vision started to blur at the sides.

I needed air. My head was getting dizzy, but I wanted to make them come. I wanted to taste it and swallow them down. And I wanted Nox to see me do it.

“Don’t you dare spit it out, Witch Hazel,”

Nox warned. “You hold them both in your mouth, then swallow like a good girl.”

I sat on Nox’s teasing fingers, patiently waiting as Levi and Callan took turns coating my tongue and filling my mouth. He continued to work his fingers inside me, making me whimper, then he turned my head with his free hand to see the sticky state of my mouth.

“Beautiful. Now swallow and say ‘Thank you.’”

Gulping it down, I showed them my tongue again, proof I’d taken it all. “Thank you.”

“Such a good girl,”

he praised before removing his fingers and quickly tearing the webs holding my wrists in place. “Take a seat on the bed, boys. I want you to watch our little witch break.”

They moved as a cohesive unit, taking their seats for a show as Nox scooped me up and placed me on the bed like I weighed nothing. A rip saw the remains of my panties fall to the floor, and Nox quickly removed his clothing at the foot of the bed. He crawled up my body, pushing my skirt up and running his hard length over my slit as he kissed me.

I bucked my hips, desperately seeking friction from his cock, but he continued to tease me with the tip. It circled my clit, making me whimper into his mouth.

“Please, Nox, I need it.”

He grinned down at me, fully embodying the harlequin. “You’d give yourself to us so easily?”

“Yes!”

I insisted, too needy and frustrated to try running again.

I knew what I wanted, and I was tired of the games. I didn’t even worry about a condom, even though I was usually insistent. Something about these men had me abandoning reason, and it was addictive.

“Please, take me however you want, all of you. Make me yours, please!”

His hand gripped my jaw almost painfully as he kissed me, all teeth and tongue, before growling low in my ear. “I was hoping you would say exactly that.”

In one swift movement, he pushed into me, stretching my walls and forcing me to accommodate his girth until he was buried inside of me. My arousal lewdly squelched around him. Fuck, I was so wet for these men. I’d never felt anything close to the need I had for them.

Nox moved in short, shallow thrusts, quickly picking up pace before pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. I cried out. The hand on my jaw kept me in place, staring up at him as he continued to switch things up based on my reactions. He grinned at my whimpers when he attacked with rapid thrusts that barely gave me a moment to breathe. But he practically preened when the longer, harder thrusts made me scream.

I buried a hand in his hair, pulling at the short strands as he chuckled in my ear.

“You think you can hurt me, Witch Hazel?”

He lifted my leg up and over his shoulder, folding me against the bed and pinning me with his body as he fucked me deeper.

His hand moved to squeeze the sides of my throat, cutting off my oxygen and making my head feel light. My orgasm built like a cresting wave, surging up on the edge of breaking.

“Are you going to come already? You’re so fucking needy. So desperate for monsters to fuck you and make you theirs. Do you like that? Belonging to beasts? You can’t run anymore, little witch. You’re ours.”

His words went straight to my cunt, and when he released my throat, I came without anyone touching my clit. I’d never experience a vaginal-only orgasm before, but it seemed to last forever as Nox continued to fuck into me.

It was all too much. When his fingers began to swirl over my clit, tears streamed down my cheeks, and I sobbed from the intense pleasure.

“I’m going to come inside you now.”

He chuckled, licking up my tears like the sweetest nectar. “You belong to me, Witch Hazel. You know it, and your pretty little cunt knows it.”

His hips stuttered, and I could almost feel his cum burning me from the inside. His fingers threw me into another orgasm before I’d come down from the first, and I screamed.

Anyone who overheard me would probably think someone was dying in this room. And in a way, I was. I’d never be the same after tonight. These monsters had me in their clutches, and I was far too tired to be chased again just yet. But there was always later.

I blinked slowly; my eyelids too heavy to stay open as I slowly came down from my extended orgasm high. Bodies moved around me, and soon I was curled up to Callan, with Nox at my back and Levi lying above us, stroking my hair in a way that made me want to purr.

Their bodies were so warm around mine. So comfortable. For some reason, I felt safe surrounded by my monsters. Someone dragged my cloak over my body, an extra layer of protection from the outside.

“Sleep, Witch Hazel. It’s okay. We’ll be right beside you.”

Smiling contentedly, I succumbed to Nox’s words, closing my tired eyes and snuggling into the heat of Callan’s chest. But just before sleep fully dragged me under, I heard him mutter, “We couldn’t leave here if we tried.”