Page 92 of Filthy Little Witch
I licked Marta’s nipples while Atlas worked one, then two fingers inside her, using his other thumb to rub over her clit and coax her legs farther apart. She rocked her hips into him, desperate for more, and I bit her tender flesh to tug, making her squirm and moan. Her soft skin yielded to the depraved way I handled it, and I moved to the other side, gently kissing the triangle scar over her heart before giving her left nipple the same attention.
“Think you can handle three fingers, baby?” Atlas cooed.
I grinned when she whimpered and moaned an audible, “Yes.”
Unable to stand the separation, I trailed down her body until my fingers joined my brother at her cunt, where I dipped my index finger inside her. Together, we worked her tight hole open, massaging her pleasure centers, reveling in the way we felt it inside us, too.
I could have spent eons fucking her, sliding my fingers against Atlas’s while she writhed and sobbed under us. But I wanted what she wanted. I wanted something more depraved, more delectably wanton, than anything I’d ever experienced. Now that she’d dangled it in front of us, I couldn’t wait to sink into it, to let it consume me.
“Are you ready for us, little witch?” Atlas asked, kissing the inside of her knee.
“Yes, please. Yes, more.” She rolled to face Atlas as he moved to her side, and I pushed up behind her, lifting her leg so it balanced over his hip.
“Relax,” I told her as she shivered. I ran a hand along her rib cage and down to her hip, and she preened into the touch, tilting her head back to kiss me. I devoured her mouth, coaxing it open so I could lick her tongue. Atlas palmed his cock and stroked before brushing the head along her entrance, gently slipping in with a few timid thrusts.
“Oh,” Marta cried, arching into me. I squeezed her breasts, her hips, her thighs, anywhere I could get my hands to ground her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Atlas said. He leaned in and kissed her neck, lapping up the column of her throat to her jaw and mouth. The heady scent of pinewood and cherry assaulted me, and the combination of them sent me into a frenzy. I needed and I yearned and I fucking couldn’t stand it. How would I ever live like this? How could we expect to keep this from the rest of the coven, the rest of the warriors?
“Get in here, brother. You need to feel her. I have to feel you,” Atlas pleaded, and I rushed to comply. I grabbed my cock and lined myself up, the velvet heat of him sending a pulse up my spine and down the back of my legs. She was soaking wet, but that didn’t make it any easier to shove my way inside. Atlas was steel, and she was soft silk, and I could only hang my head on her shoulder and gasp.
It took a couple of thrusts to get myself halfway in, but Marta clamped down on us, one hand coming to Atlas’s shoulder, the other reaching behind me to grip at my neck.
“It’s so much,” she said, and fuck, I knew. I felt it like a sledgehammer between my legs, both the tight squeeze of Atlas and me inside her and the pure delirium of my cock rubbing up against his. Our balls brushed together, and that nearly undid me. I gripped her hip for leverage to slightly pull out, only to surge back in deeper. Harder. All the way.
Once I was fully seated, Marta moaned and arched into it, pulling in deep inhales and letting out shuddering exhales.
“Fuck, it’s good,” Atlas murmured, kissing her neck. I rocked against them, finding a rhythm with Atlas’s thrusts so that we were fucking her together, fucking each other, and my grip on reality started to break. Fire licked through my abdomen, tingling down to my feet and up the back of my spine. I lavished attention on her shoulder, her neck, that soft spot behind her ear, and then my lips found my brother’s. I consumed them, too. We licked each other and her and melted into this magnificent, overwhelming bliss.
It went on and on, me fucking them, them fucking me. Hands and fingers spread everywhere. Atlas’s grip on my hair, my delicate attention to Marta’s clit, her grasp on my wrist and the other hand around his neck. I caught the green glint in Atlas’s eyes and the sweat trickling down his neck. I wanted to lick it away. The flush on Marta’s skin reeled me in, rosy and pink and altogether beautiful. We were beautiful like this.
We were magic.
We worked each other into a frenzy, pleasure circling between us like a soundtrack on repeat.
“You like your warriors inside you?” Atlas said when he started to reach his peak. “You like the way we take you at the same time? You want to drain us both, huh? Such a greedy little thing.”
Marta laughed and fucked us harder. “Not as greedy as you. To want both your brother and me? Such gluttony.”
That sent me over the edge. Yes, I did want her and my brother. Yes, we wanted too much and not enough. And I shouldn’t. This snarling, vile thing inside me reared its head, and I restrained myself from letting it go, letting it have free rein. It was easier to keep it contained when I was with them, but even then, it was a dangerous, reckless beast.
I fucked them harder, focusing on how Marta’s cunt tightened around us, her internal muscles quivering with impending release. And when it hit, it ricocheted into both Atlas and me, setting us off. Heat scalded my nerves. Energy bloomed in my gut, something powerful and strangely unique.
“I love you,” she cooed. “I love you both. So fucking much, it hurts.”
“Fuck, I love you, too,” Atlas replied.
I should have said it back, but a blinding light exploded out of us, shaking the furniture in the room and rattling the windows in the frame. Lightning lit up the sky, rolling thunder echoing the booming in my chest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Atlas roared, and I rocked my hips harder, milking the last bit of cum out of both of us. I wanted them to have it all. My brother coated my cock, each hot spray like a balm to my agitated, blistering soul.
We lay connected for a while afterward while I kissed every inch of Marta’s skin and whispered things like, “Such a sweet girl,” and “So perfect for us, perfect for me.” She trailed her hands over Atlas’s chest and twisted them in my hair, hugging both of us closer. We softened inside of her until we eventually slipped out, and when it was over, truly over, I petted them both until their breathing evened out, both of my beloveds succumbing to deep sleep.
I knew what I had to do, but the knowing did not make it any easier. Marta wouldn’t forgive me for this. Atlas wouldn’t rest until he tracked me down. But deep in my heart, it was the right thing to do.
I’d infected them. I was filthy, dirty, rotten to the soul. I was the one who’d been tainted, and if I stayed with them, I’d drag them down with me. Better to find a place to decay in solitary peace.
After I climbed out of bed and gathered a few necessities, I wrote a quick note telling them not to follow me. I placed it on the bedside table and stood at the doorway to memorize one last image of them, one last thing to carry with me. Their hands twisted together. Their legs intertwined under the covers. Their rising chests as they breathed in tandem.
