I was lying in the midst of the fire of three sculpted bodies and arranged on all fours, with Crosby holding me with the tip of his spear ready to engage. Just because the other two were down for the count didn’t mean that I couldn’t let my fingers do the walking while they were lying right there in front of me.
Crosby was a wild man and once he got started there was no turning back. I loved the way that he bit my earlobe while leaning over my back. He trailed his tongue down my spine, setting off tiny little explosions, with a fire burning inside of me. It was a collective effort and he broke the tension with his loud scream of defiance. He didn’t last very long but I wasn’t expecting him to after several minutes in the hot recesses of my mouth.
“This is only the beginning and you have become a guilty pleasure,” He remarked on his way to the finish line, with that one long vein down the back of his cock throbbing for release.
My upper body collapsed and I became a limp rag doll for his sexual amusement. He had turned the sound up and his moans got louder with each subsequent push of his hips. He was really drilling and holding onto my birthing hips with both hands, getting ready to give me the high heat.
“I want it all and I’m not going to accept anything less,” I encouraged and, with what energy I had left, I was dedicated to pushing back against him to get every single inch.
“I don’t think that’s a problem,” He conceded and turned things up a notch by getting on his feet.
My body went crazy suddenly and without warning, getting my second wind, when he did a reach around to play with my clit. It was like he had placed an electric wire to my privates and turned it all the way up to the highest setting. I had been asking for it and I wasn’t disappointed with the results. They had stolen my innocence but it wasn’t like I was fighting them to hold onto it.
Crosby buried himself deep, giving me the full extent of his lust for me, thick and powerful, with this warmth, was the only way to describe what I was feeling. My mind was warped, corrupted by their heaving bodies, in the throes
of ecstasy.
I collapsed flat on my stomach with them producing some tattoo needles, one for each of them. I wasn’t sure what they were doing until those needles came to life. They began drawing on my back with a slight tingling sensation on my skin. I don’t know why but I didn’t try to stop them from branding me with their mark.
“The symbols we are adorning your body with are supposed to protect you from outside forces. They are superstitious nonsense but part of the ritual. Nobody will see them unless you are willing to show them. They will be only skin deep underneath your clothing,” Callan explained and I felt perfectly at ease, even though they were embellishing my body.
“I’ve never wanted to get tattooed but it’s very soothing and hard to put into words. It makes sense in some twisted way for the three of you to be doing this to me. The kind of pleasure we just gave one another was a once in a lifetime experience. I don’t know what you expect to do for an encore but I want to be there for it,” I prattled on trying to keep my mind occupied and not over think how those three tattoo needles were working on me.
The buzzing was causing me to close my eyes but there weren’t visions of sugarplums running around in my head. It was the call of the wild and I waited impatiently while they were turning my body into a work of art. It was going to be a conversation starter and I was going to have to question them on each of their designs, to see what each one represented.
My body wasn't satisfied and was finding every reason to attack them for a second time. They had ignited an unexpected side effect. Their growls were comforting and I didn’t feel like they were going to hurt me.
“This will also let people know you belong to us and any untoward action toward you will be met with extreme prejudice. There is just one thing left to do.” Crosby let that statement hang in the air like a Damocles sword over my head.
They had played their parts extremely well and I was their willing victim. I had a smile on my lips and my blood red nails were scratching lightly at what was left of the sheets. Nobody could save me when the damage had already been done. My heart was beating wildly when they finally finished.
Three tongues converged up my spine to make me squirm in response. They nipped lightly at my neck pulling at the skin with their teeth. My eyes were closed and I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face, until suddenly my whole body reacted to what it considered a threat.
I tried to move but I was paralyzed with what I thought was fear. It finally dawned on me how this was going to end. Their razor sharp teeth were buried on each side of my neck and the back of it. I couldn’t say anything with the words frozen in shock at this reversal of fortune. It was painful but there was something exhilarating about the intimate bond we were sharing.
“You are our shining star but that’s not all that you are. You are the salvation of this community and the start of a new era of prosperity,” Callan whispered and I felt connected to them in a way that I never suspected.
A smell like burnt toast touched my nostrils and I thought it was a side effect of the ritual, until I recognized the smoke coming from underneath the door. The sound of wood crackling confirmed my suspicion that the place was on fire with plenty of ammunition to feed the beast of the flames.
We were trapped in an inferno with no way out besides the way that we had come in. There were no windows in the room and it was completely cut off from the rest of the building. The euphoric moment was broken, with an overpowering panic welling up inside of me.
Chapter Fifteen
My skin was numb from the sensation of the needles and I was a little lightheaded from the bloodletting. It was the only way I could describe how I felt, energized and drained at the same time. My world had changed quite dramatically in the arms of these three men who had showed me the kind of tenderness and loving attention most women only dreamed of.
I wanted a chance to survey the landscape of their artwork and to admire the creative process of their genius. I really didn’t take them for the artistic types but I had barely scratched skin deep. There was a lot more to learn about them and I was willing to take the time, one on one, to delve deeper into an intimate relationship with each of them.
I turned expecting them to jump to my rescue but they shied away from the flames, shielding their faces with their hands. Expressions of horror and fright were stenciled on their faces. They backed away and I watched, concerned, as they changed into wolf form. It was instinctive, the fire had brought forth some underlying phobia of the flames.
The whimpers were a little surprising as I’d had no idea their Achilles’ heel was fire. The only person that was going to rescue me was the inner strength deep within. This was the first time I had encountered such a natural phenomenon. I was still flying high on the wings of pleasure. It made me feel like I was floating while standing firmly on the floor.
The smoke had progressed, filling the room, obscuring my vision and making the wolves cower away from the flames, under the bed. The flicker of the flames started to burn through and there was no time to waste. The present was in jeopardy and the relationship we had kindled was still in the infancy stage despite having their voices in my head for years.
They’d become my rock, so I wasn’t lonely growing up, knowing they were there to comfort me during the troubled times. It was nice to be needed now and I was determined to show them that I wasn’t some dainty little flower they had to protect every second of every day. There was no way I was going to leave them behind to become victims of the flames trying to burn us alive.
I had to think quickly or the room was going to become our living coffin. The very idea of burning alive sent a cold chill of apprehension down my spine. I shivered in place and broke from the shock, to stand with my eyes narrowed, daring the flames to get closer.
I took stock of the room to see if there was anything I could use to make a mad dash for it. It was doubtful this was an accident since they had warned me others would come to try to kill me. I had to wonder what faction was working against us, it seemed they were willing to go to extreme lengths to make sure I never saw the light of day again.