The twins were well-endowed, with cocks that rivaled the monster Alexander pushed inside of me, and the more they fucked me, the more it felt like I was being stretched. The combination of having two of them inside of me at once, pounding away at the same rhythm, was pushing my limit. I had felt the pleasure of the combination the night before, but their identical sizes was a different feeling than having one that stretched me and one that went deep. It felt like the two cocks collided together when they slammed themselves to the hilt and it was almost orgasmic each time it happened. I wasn’t going to struggle with an orgasm like I did with Alexander because it was building faster than I could have ever imagined. Shane and Braden were incredible. They had a lust in them that was undeniable. I had seen that in the others, but the combination of two men taking what they hadn’t had in so long was exhilarating. The orgasmic thrusts seemed to get faster and more powerful each time they descended into me and it was only a matter of seconds—possibly only a matter of thrusts—until I erupted with another orgasm. They could sense it as well and I saw a grin on Braden’s face as he watched me ascend to the height of pleasure.
“We’re about to make her cum.” Braden’s breaths came out in pants, but the grin remained in place.
“If you cum now, you won’t stop until we’re done.” Shane squeezed my hip as they both started to fuck me faster.
“Oh god!” My mouth opened wide and a scream echoed from within me.
There was no coming back from the peak they had forced me to ascend. I was tumbling down the other side with nothing but my furor coming to greet me with the turmoil of mounting pleasure. The scream could have woken the dead, or possibly even shattered the curse if there was a way to do it. Our bodies became a united, melded flurry of trepidation. My orgasm rumbled through me like thunder and struck me like lightning. The crashing cocks obliterated my senses. I couldn’t smell anything but lust—I couldn’t see anything but joy—I couldn’t hear anything but their hurried breaths matching mine. My orgasm was detonated and I was their physical representation of bliss. It wasn’t my first, but it certainly wasn’t going to be my last.
They were already forcing another one to build when it started to subside. Their cocks were throbbing inside of me, turning into swollen muscles of agony when the orgasm passed and I endured the build to the next one. My body wanted it more than life itself, yet I could tell it was pushing me to a limit I had never found. The second one their glorious cocks forced out of me caused me to nearly faint from the overwhelming feeling of sinful indulgence. I didn’t deserve another one—I had more than my fair share—but they didn’t care. They continued to pound my body as their need echoed throughout the room.
“I’m gonna cum...” Braden could barely force the words out of his mouth on top of the sounds of his pleasure.
“Me too!” Shane was in a similar state and the expression on his face matched his twin.
My pleasure never waned. It stayed at the point of joy as I felt my body succumbing to one orgasm after another. I lost count—I didn’t even have the ability to count. I felt Braden drive his cock inside of me and he paused. Shane did the same. The twins suddenly started to cum at the same time, two men filling me with their seed at once. Their release was seismic, shifting my body as I felt an eruption of their pleasure followed by a continuous stream of cum. Feeling both of them throb and pulsate at the same time kept me from being able to calm the orgasm that was raging war with my exhausted body. My pussy spasmed as every muscle in my body twisted against the one next to it. I could feel the muscles in my pussy milking Braden dry while my anus clenched Shane so hard he wouldn’t have been able to move if he tried. When my body finally relaxed, I felt like I was floating on a cloud with nothing to support me. I was vaguely aware of my body being picked up from the wolf pelt and carefully placed on the bed. Arms wrapped around me and held me tight as the afterglow consumed me. There was no option for me but sleep. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but I was too exhausted to even consider chewing or swallowing—I just needed sleep.
I FELT LIKE I SLEPT for an eternity before I opened my eyes, but when they were finally open, I realized that I wasn’t actually awake. I was dreaming again. I was in the castle, running from a terror I didn’t understand. When I reached a wall that signaled the end of my journey, I turned to face the beast that was chasing me. Instead of a beast, I saw emerald eyes that pierced my soul. They were so magnificent they looked like they were carved and placed in the skull of the woman that approach
ed me. Before I could look away, the man in the golden armor appeared again. He held out his indigo sword and the woman cowered. In my mind, I knew it was the witch. The man in the golden sword advanced on her, but she started to laugh. She pointed at his hand and the sword he was holding turned to stone. It dropped to the floor and sank into the foundation. He looked at me with a look of terror on his face before the witch plunged her hand into his chest and ripped out his heart. It beat in her hand while blood streamed down her arm. She turned back to me and smiled—a visage so terrifying it caused me to wake up screaming.
“Anabelle, are you okay?” I heard Alexander’s voice.
“No...” I pushed the tangle of arms off of me. “We have to find a way to get you out of this place.”
Chapter 15: Alexander
Death isn’t complicated. It is life that makes it so damned unthinkable.
Anabelle returned to the library after eating her meal in what seemed like record time. My rose was still withering away with petals that resembled dried twigs instead of the beautiful flourish it once had. I had come to terms with the fate that was in front of me. It might have been Anabelle’s father that took my life, but he wasn’t the one that put me in eternal torment. Anabelle was more than worth the countdown to my final hours. I didn’t really believe she would find a way to save me in the dusty books, but I saw the determination on her face. If I would have tried to pull her away from it, she would have never been able to rest her eyes once mine were closed for the last time. There was a part of me that wanted to believe she would find the answer to saving my life, but I couldn’t shake the thoughts of impending doom that signaled the end. When several hours passed, I fixed a cup of water and walked towards the library. I found Anabelle furiously flipping pages when I walked inside.
“The fire went out.” I saw her breath rising from her lips. “You’re going to freeze.”
“It is okay, I’m fine.” She shook her head and flipped another page.
“Here, at least wear this while I get the fire going again.” I stripped off my cloak and wrapped it around her after I put the cup of water on the table.
“Thank you.” She looked over at me and smiled. “I wish I had something to report—I don’t know if the answer is here.”
“It wouldn’t make sense for the witch to leave the answer here for us to find—if there is even one to begin with. You need to take a break.” I started to massage her shoulders.
“Your hands are amazing.” She leaned against me as I kneaded the knots along her neck.
“I really appreciate what you’re doing. I just wish there was more hope in these walls than the despair we are faced with.” A sigh rushed across my lips.
“If it’s here, I will find it.” She reached forward and flipped the page in front of her. “Your cloak is really warm. You might have to make me one of these.”
“It has served me well.” I leaned down and kissed her. “It was the first thing I made when I got to the castle and learned to hunt.”
“Wait...” She spun around in her chair. “You’ve had this same cloak since you arrived?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged.
“That’s impossible, it would have—oh my god.” Her eyes lit up. “I get it! I know what we have to do!”
“What?” I took a step back.
“Get everyone together—now!” She stood up and ran her fingers across the edge of the cloak. “Hurry!”