Page 40 of Unholy Bond
“You are here because you are mine,” I said, voice steady, sharp as obsidian. “You are here because the world above us has failed. The old order is gone. The Void wants more,” I said. “It wants to eat everything. I want it to eat only what belongs to me.”
A thrill ran through the circle, visible as a ripple in the air.
“If you kneel now, you will belong to me forever. If you do not, I will kill you before the candles die.”
The demons exchanged glances, but not for long. They all knelt. Not with mockery, not with play. Real, head-bowed, spine-bared submission. Inside my heart surged in love and desire, and also relief. I didn’t want to lose these men, but rules were rules, after all.
I walked the circle, bare feet leaving prints in the blood. At each demon, I stopped, pressed my thumbnail deep into their foreheads, and then smeared a line of my blood above the brow, mingling with their own.
Aziz first. His skin drank the blood. The sigil above his head flared bright and then vanished.
The sound of the Void filled my ears.
Aziz didn’t break the boundary, but he braced a palm an inch above the line—solid as a wall. “Eyes on me,” he said, quiet and absolute. “Four in. Four out.” I matched him. The Void’s roar thinned to a workable hum.
“I hold the perimeter.” The authority landed like a hand between my shoulder blades, steadying.
“Good,” he said. The circle felt less like a precipice and more like a throne room.
Levi next. I marked him, then bent low to lick the wound I had made. He shuddered, a low growl deep in his chest, but did not move.
Ian last. He closed his eyes when my thumb touched his skin, and when I whispered the words into his ear, the purple flame nearest us went cold for a second, then roared back twice as tall.
The Void began to rise, slow but inexorable. The black veins under the floor thickened, then split, sending up delicate tendrils that quivered in anticipation. The circle vibrated, thewhole chamber locked in a low, subsonic hum that made the bones in my feet itch.
I stepped back to the center and spread my arms again. “Begin,” I said.
Aziz came to me first. He was strong, careful, hands rough but never cruel. He lifted me with a single arm, pressing my body to his, my nipples crushed against the hard planes of his chest. His cocks nudged at my cunt, probing, testing, then sliding in slowly, both at once. The stretch was exquisite, nearly tearing me in half every inch a victory march.
He turned me, the cocks sliding within me, that strange sensation almost enough to send me over the edge. Both of us went to our knees and bent me over, holding my wrists behind my back. The circle of sigils pressed into my knees and shins as he fucked me, first slowly, then fast, each thrust driving me deeper into the ritual’s center. His two thick cocks were almost too much.Almost.
Levi joined a moment later, his green hands tracing the marks Aziz left, his tongue lapping the sweat and blood from my shoulders. He positioned himself somehow in front of Levi, who went back onto his ass. Grasping my hips and sliding his butt in front of Aziz’s stomach, pressed his cock to my ass, and forced the head inside with a grunt. The heavy dick pierced the tight hole, slipping deep into me. The pain was perfect, tailored to the shape of my desire. I let out a sound, half yelp, half laughter, and pushed back, taking them as deep as he’d go, Aziz’s cock knot sealing him in place inside of me, locking me into the carnal bliss.
They fucked me in tandem, brutal and efficient, each thrust coordinated as if they’d trained for it. The world shrank to the circle and the points of pleasure that radiated from my bodylike heat from a blast furnace. I never wanted it to end. My face pressed to the floor, cheek sliding against the still-warm blood. The black veins under the stone drank it all, singing.
Ian circled the trio, watching, stroking his barbed cock. He waited until the timing was just right, then pulled me up onto my hands and slid his cock into my mouth, the soft barbs ripping along my tongue. He grabbed my hair and used my head like a handle, fucking my throat with short, savage jabs. I choked, then adapted to his complete lack of mercy. Saliva formed, slicking his cock as he used me. A giddiness overcame me, as the three of them took me. Spit soaked him, and still he thrust into me faster and harder, the others matching his speed and pace. There was something so inherently submissive about being fucked like that, yet I knew it was reallymethat had the power in that moment. Cocks filling every hole I had, thrusting in and out, but I was the one who was asking for it,demandingit. Every woman should feel what it was like to be filled like that.
The Void watched, and it did more than watch. The tendrils rose higher, coiling around my ankles, my thighs, my arms. They slipped between my breasts, brushed the lips of my cunt as Aziz hammered inside. One curled around Levi’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, then split and probed at the knot, teasing it as it thickened stretching me evenfurther. I moaned against Ian’s dick, saliva dripping from my lips as he continued to fuck my mouth and throat. Another tendril danced along Ian’s shaft, caressing the barbs before diving into my mouth alongside him.
The effect was instant. The sex became a storm, the lines between the four of us blurred to nothing. The pain and the pleasure fused, raw and untamable, each sensation feeding the next.
Aziz came first, his cocks swelling and pulsing, the load so hot it almost burned. He did not pull out, instead slamming deeper, forcing the cum high into my cunt, the pressure sending starry bursts across my vision.
Levi’s knot locked inside my ass, stretching me wider than I thought possible. He howled as he came, his green skin glowing faintly with each pulse. The heated jet of his climax in my ass sent a pleasant warmth up into my torso. I came along with him, a muffled wail erupting from my throat, my body shuddering even as Aziz continued to fuck my pussy with his already spent dicks. Hot blasting pleasure surged over every inch of my body, shuddering deep in my pelvis somewhere and running along my spine, my arms, legs, pulsing in my clit. It sent me into a frenzy, sucking and throating Ian’s cock with wild abandon as the orgasms came in a steady rhythm, one after another.
Ian finished last, face twisted in ecstasy and savage release. He shoved his dick in my mouth to the balls, barbs flaring pressing softly against my tongue and palate. He emptied into my throat, the taste flooding my senses.
The Void did not climax, but it shuddered in sync, the tendrils squeezing and writhing, then plunging deep inside me wherever there was space. I came, again and again, the orgasms stacking on top of each other until my brain shorted out and the world turned to white blinding noise. Cum dripped from every orifice and still I wanted more. I never wanted my men to stop doing this to me. Not ever. If we could have gone on like that forever, I could have died in bliss.
Even in the bliss, Ian paused and wiped ash from my face, his hands gentle. “I see you,” he murmured, “even when the Void is louder than your name.”
Somewhere in the static, I heard the Void laughing.
The ritual was not over. The sigils on the floor began to crack, the black veins rupturing the stone, reconfiguring into new, unfamiliar patterns. The candles toppled, spreading purple fire across the perimeter, but the flames did not burn; they froze the air, coating the inside of my lungs with ice.
The demons collapsed, spent, their bodies twitching with the aftershocks. I stood, or tried to, but the Void gripped me, lifting me up so that I hung suspended in the center of the circle. My skin glowed blue-white, every vein lit from within. My eyes went black, pupil to sclera. My mouth opened, and the Void poured out in a silent shriek.
The tendrils wrapped around my limbs, through my cunt, my ass, my mouth, even threading up my nostrils. I was opened in every sense, filled to overflowing, possessed by nothing and everything at once. The pain was absolute, the pleasure equally so.
