“Damn it all!” he screamed.
As his lack of power became more and more apparent, a violent torrent of emotions controlled his body. He grabbed the windowsill and lunged forward, shattering the ledge. The curtains hanging over the bed were his next targets. He roared like a wild beast, a boar maybe. At the end of the day, he knew he was losing, and he never lost. He kicked the heel of his boots against the wooden wardrobe, shattering the carved animal faces. There wasn’t a point of that room that went unturned and destroyed, for he was intent on showing his might to no one but himself.
Of course, soon, the energy dwindled from his belly, and his spine drooped forward like an old flower stem. Breathless, he wheezed and clung to the broken drywall. “I can’t stand myself,” he muttered.
He fell to the floor and wept, but no tears fell. Defunct, alone, and absolutely pathetic, he crawled underneath the bed and found the comfort of the darkness. Power was not worth the effort if he had to keep playing the same games throughout time. Truthfully, in that moment, he felt ready to give up.
No one would come to his aid. No one would dare defend his right to power. Even the guards, as loyal as they were, would leave him if he were to fall from his throne. Then, there was his loyal army. They were on their way to planning a coup. No, he hadn’t been the leader he thought he’d be. Worst of all was the fact that a worthless little trollop—a girl who was she told was special throughout her life—had outsmarted him. It went against everything he thought to be true.
But as he shed the last of his frustrated tears, he turned his head and saw the silver brush that was used as a weapon. Fingers wrapping around the icy handle, he held it into the air and recoiled when he saw the reflection of a blackbird, hideously posed triumphantly without its head. He must have broken it during his childish acts.
Oddly, the sight gave him a newfound curiosity. He crawled back into the light and took another glance at the stuffed bird. His pupils dilated as a wave of truth hit him. “Virgil…”
How had he not seen it coming? Struck by the sudden revelation’s heaviness, he nearly collapsed and felt his heart pumped painfully. He ran through the tower hallways, jumping down the staircase to the basement, finally reaching Virgil’s place of residence, where the old swine was known to preach and work in silence. Pounding on the door, he did not wait long before kicking it in with the round of his shoulder.
The room was empty, but on his work desk was a single card. It was the Hanged Man.
Chapter Nine
“Virgil, I’m tired,” Rae moaned as she held onto Killian’s back.
Killian laughed and reached up her thigh to get a better grip. His hand just barely brushed her pussy, sending the right amount of edging pleasure. “You’re tired? I’ve carried you for three miles. And what do I get in return?”
“Anything you ask for and more.”
Admittedly, none of them had expected to work this hard. It had been at least twelve hours since they escaped the towers, and the rising tide of the water was starting to really get on their nerves. Still, the one thing that kept them going was the hope that they’d get to hold their children soon. Reunited, life could resume as normal.
Except, Killian wondered how they would escape the eye of her captors. Ruby was a soldier, and that meant they would be preyed upon sooner or later. The group would have to choose between fighting and running until they found someplace remote enough to hide away. It wasn’t a good position to be in.
“We’re almost there. Just another few hundred feet before we dip under,” Virgil said, stopping to quench his thirst with his pouch of water.
Killian stopped and eyed the dark water. The sea had been inching higher for some time now, and he worried that he might be forced into its depths. As if water had a mind of its own. As if it could take him away like a child lost in the swath of the womb. It horrified him to no end, and knowing Rae’s life was an echo of that sentiment, he felt deeply against the idea of it existing at all in nature. “How far do we have to swim?”
“A mile or so. If you want to rest here, you should,” Virgil said.
The men eyed each other. The ache and sting had done all it needed it to do. They were beat, and the thought of rest with their woman was like heaven. The night would only last so long. Yes, it was time to fuck her senseless before falling into a deep sleep.
Rae lowered herself from Killian’s shoulder and rubbed her ass against his crotch. He huffed in her lingering scent, instantly turning him erect and hard. Fucking warm. Fucking jolting. Why did the bitch have to be so god damn electrifying?
She turned her cheek, parting her lips like a blooming flower. He grinned and reveled in knowing he had unraveled her, and it would be he who would unravel her again and again. He coiled his fingers around her jaw and sank his thumb into her mouth, onto her soft bed of tongue and flexing slippery muscle. Though they had been near each other all day, they hadn’t had time to focus their excitement. She was truly the most beautiful creature on the earth, and that made him want to ruin her all the more.
“Time alone,” Virgil said. “Yes, I suppose I should give you three some time.”
Lucas grinned and leaned back against the rocky wall. Rae’s eyes met his as she sucked the rest of Killian’s knuckle dry. “I think you better do that, chief,” Lucas said. “We all have some catching up to do.”
Killian lowered his eyelids, pressing his forehead against hers. She gulped and cupped the back of his head, threading her fingers into his healthy hair. Another inhale filled his body with her goodness. They bonded for a brief moment. His lips were close to hers when he reopened his eyes and asked, “What have they done to you, Precious? Tell us about their evils. Feel it again so we can understand.”
A tear slowly rolled down her cheek, and Killian felt the pain swell in his own throat as he bore witness to her sadness. Still, her faint smile to shone through the darkness. “You didn’t hear? I’m an icon now.”
“Your face is everywhere,” Killian said. Slowly, he tasted her pouting lips, but he bit down to make it sting. “Fuck an icon. You’re ours.”
“I never asked for any of this. Nobody tells me anything. I’m all alone up there,” she said.
Killian rolled his heels back, tossing her backward into his arms. She let out a rushed cry that caught short. He tightened his grip around her, sluggishly tearing the front of her cloak open until her luscious tits were visible again. His heart pounded until the lust inside him built, flowing straight into his cock.
“You are their leader, their queen and martyr for the cause. Not Rae. Not Severin,” he said. “The people… they adore you. Perhaps, this is our fault.”
As Killian lifted her back onto her feet, Lucas came around to her front, pinning her to the alpha. He tore what was left of the cloak, revealing the perfectly angled cuts that led toward her lips. He dropped to the floor and kissed up her thigh, breathing in the heavy air between her legs. “Yes. Our fault. We were so blind. We thought we could keep you forever.”
“You can keep me for as long as time allows. Only you have me in this life,” Rae said.
Finally, Vash came forward and took her head in his hands. He brushed her hair lightly and nuzzled her cheek, dotingly. “Promise us,” he said. “Promise you’ll never leave our sight again.”
Rae’s eyes flashed open. She spread her legs and said, “It wasn’t me who left. It was you. You were gone for months before I exited that house. Do you have any idea how that made us feel?”
“Pretty pet,” he said. “You know as well as I do that we weren’t going anywhere by staying put and playing house.”
“So, maybe this was how it had to be. It still doesn’t hurt any less. Does it?” she asked.
Killian watched as Vash lowered his lips, knowing full well what Vash’s response would be. He tore the rest of her cloak and glided his hand up until it met the rough and sweet mound between her legs, the place that held all of the wonders of the world and so much more.
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p; “Mmm,” Killian moaned, cock growing against her back. It was her time to feel it, to take every last fucking inch of their pulverizing cocks.
Rae’s mouth dropped open. Her tongue slithered out, connecting sheepishly with Vash’s own. She breathed him all in and gasped with delight as the rest of the men took her under their control. Once more, she felt electrified and free.
“You’re so wet,” Vash grunted, fingers spreading her lips apart for Lucas to catch the glazed slick that had been piling up inside her like an oil reservoir.
“I have missed you all so much,” she wept.
Killian tightened his grip around her throat, grinning as her airways momentarily caught short. She loved how this felt, how her eyesight would turn purple with beautiful designs. He released, and her ribcage instantly expanded with oxygen. Another rush of energy came through her, and pleasure took her back into the mindset she ought to be in at all times.
With the men, she was truly worshipped. It wasn’t from a distance, orchestrated by a team of government agents. It was real and holy, and so fucking true.
“Do not cry,” Killian said. “Only beg.”
She closed her eyes and forced his hands back around her neck, actually enjoying the choking sensation when it came from someone she loved. She didn’t expect it, but somehow, she felt nostalgic of the rough way of their hands, the expected punishment she so sorely deserved. At that moment, she wanted them to take her.
“She’s practically feral,” Vash said.
“A wild animal, waiting to be hunted,” Lucas added with a brittle kiss against her flower-petal lips.
The three men stared at her with forced disgust and mischievousness. Their hungered stances offered her no more condolences. Although they knew the score, they had to punish her, but, this time, she was open to every second of it.
“No, she’s worse,” Killian muttered. “She’s another privileged whore.”
Lucas cackled with amusement. His hand met Vash’s in the center. He forced his middle finger inside, spitting against the whole of her until more slick fell. He smudged the thick and salty lubricant around his palm and massaged it against her clit. As the pain turned to pleasure, Rae tilted her head back and let out a tight whimper of satisfaction.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Make me your whore again,” she muttered.
“A prim and proper princess. Tight little cunt for the taking,” Lucas hissed.
Rae gasped as Vash squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips to come together like an airless fish. “They even cut your hair like a troubled teenage girl.” Vash pushed her hair back and checked the inside of her mouth before smacking her lightly.
“I’ve been so bad up there,” she said, tears falling from her ducts. “They made me renounce you. On the days where they left me alone, I tried remembering your faces, but I could not.”
Again, Vash smacked her cheek, searing hot, and Killian forced her head back by tugging on her hair. “I’m afraid the nostalgia you feel for us is no more than a mirage of a memory,” he said.
“We are more wicked than you could ever recall,” Vash said.
Lucas rocked his wrist back and forth until Rae could feel her clit grow and tremble without release. Every time she came close to losing it, he would stop his movements. Her breath would soon issue, carrying her back to the tepid waters of the cavernous tunnel.
However, as she edged toward the inevitable cliff of derelict release, she could feel her body grow rigid and demanding. Every nerve in her body was bouncing, and the alphas grew more tireless with their movements. Her heat was something rare to the world. If they didn’t make her come, she would be useless to them.
“Fucking whore. We’ll loosen you up,” Lucas said.
Lucky for them, she reserved more love for them than anyone else in the world. She resisted, but they easily spread her like a rosy jam. Vash used his fist to form a diamond to open her up more as Lucas started back on her clit. Killian tore his pants down, revealing his hard and thick shaft, balls firmly rooted at the stock. She never forgot that they were monsters, and even though she knew the next parts would hurt her, she had been obsessively waiting for the orgasm that only they could give her.
All it took was the final push inside her throat, Killian’s heavy and bulbous head pushing against her swollen uvula and tonsils. All of the training they’d given to her years ago had been preserved inside her memories. She did not gag when she felt his release of salty precum. Even when he dug deeper, straining her esophagus, she did not pull her head back. Like a good girl, she kept that throat open and loose, and the saliva soon came rushing across his thick shaft.
“Oh yeah,” Killian moaned before releasing. “She is quite the perfect little slut for her daddies.”
Rae gasped. “I’m coming!”
She lost control. Legs falling like wilted flower stems, her hands quickly latched against Killian’s arms for support. Deep hitting emotions sank her until her nerves pushed her back up again. Her heart palpitated before her chest rose.
Killian propped her up by her neck, prying her mouth open, waiting for her to let out an exhausted moan. He was on the opposite end of those cries as he thrust easily into her throat. Soon, he began pumping, and he listened for her gurgled cries of orgasm. He slid out with cute bubbles of saliva. His balls tightened as soon as she lapped up the entirety of soppy excess back onto her tongue.
“Please,” she gasped, losing the last of her dignity. “I can’t keep coming.”
The men merely laughed at the assumption. If anyone could come multiple times in a row, it was their Precious. If she kept up her vehement protests, they would keep trying until they broke her.
“Keep quiet, bitch,” Killian muttered as he placed his clammy palm around her mouth.
Her body coiled and writhed against their prying and toying hands. Every inch of her was analyzed and consumed. Her mouth was juiced until sore and hitched open like an old door. All her private areas were teased to the finality of unsteady vibration. She let the rest of her troubles go with quick and deep breaths, but the fervent and naturally intoxicated pleasures soon followed.
Her orgasms took her by surprise. The warmth between her legs was brought outward along her curvy ass cheeks and soft, bright, and youthful skin. She managed to let out a purr before a sharp cry of fulfillment rang inside the cave. Her legs spread wide, and the alphas quickly feasted on the slick that followed, gorging on her as if she were an overflowing honeypot.
A tired smile came across her face. Despite the drool, she felt sexy, competent, proper, and cute like a schoolgirl. She extended her tongue and waited for her next lesson. Killian felt the edge of the slippery muscle with his thumb and prodded his cock against her soft belly.
She was perfectly motherly. Her hips and ass, thick and valuable, were ripe for the taking. Rae knew they wanted to breed her senseless. The heat that drowned her body in gratification allowed her to lie docile as Killian mashed his shaft against her clit, trickling beads of spreading lubricant onto the edge of her lips.
A wall of sticky fluids formed at the base of her opening, and the men took no time to explore her depths, Killian being the first of the group to mount her as the beast behind her back. He brought her legs back and closed them together. Her pussy was now a trickling stream he could dip his beak into, and she waited as patiently as ever.
As soon as he tasted her, he groaned and shook. In a brutish way, he paused to smile and run his fingers down her lips, admiring the beauty she continually exuded. “Need to come across those walls, sweetie-pie. You don’t mind, do you?”
His tongue lapped and lathered, twisting around her elegant lips. He kissed his mouth over her clit and brought his tongue down in broad strokes without slowing one time. Again, she felt the rising tension flow through her.
“Since when do you ask for what you know you’ll end up taking?” she asked.
A sly grin formed across Killian’s bearded, gruff mouth. Hunched above her with madness in his ey
es, he appeared wicked and pure all at once. “My sugary slut… I’ve missed you.”
“Come inside of me,” she whispered against his ear.
He jerked his hips back. Muscles bulging, his ass was a display of his strength and power, and the struggles his legs made before the initial dive were animalistic and raw. As soon as he gained his footing, he thrust and drove his uncut cock forward, her lips stretching around the far-reaching shaft. She was finally his, and the other two alphas stood back, eagerly watching while they jerked and twisted their palms around their massive cocks.
“Take her!” Vash growled, much louder now.
Lucas hunched near a small recess within the rocky walls. Leaning, he eased his wrist back and let out a relaxed groan. “Does she feel like salvation?”
Rae felt the swell of Killian’s cock fill her to the brim. She’d thought the pregnancy might have stretched her out, but two years without sex had brought her back to a near-youthful state. As he cut his hips back against the humid air, she felt the pain of him pushing against her thin walls.
She knew they’d break her again—the alphas needed to break. But this time, there would be no illusion surrounding it. She knew she was theirs. For better or for worse, they sacrificed everything together. Every pump that Killian gave her was a reflection of their vow, and it was the very reason the public regarded her in such high terms. The impishness echoed throughout all of humanity, and she wondered if the public could now feel the freedom that came after their torment. Not yet, maybe. Someday, they would understand.
“Punish me,” she whispered, eyes shutting.
Killian held her arms back and chattered his teeth with delight. “Alphas, join me inside her. She feels as soft as a lamb.”
Rae smiled and allowed her legs to fall across his shoulders. Lucas quickly ducked to the side of Killian, kissing the tops of her feet while massaging his thumb against her tightened backside. Every hole had to be explored. With every twist of his finger, she loosened, and he slipped in deeper and deeper.
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