Moth raising, or collecting, wasn’t something I’d heard of before. It was interesting, though. It was different and different was beginning to be a very good thing.
“I like it,” I told him.
“If you like the dead one, you’ll love the living ones.”
I nodded and started walking again, stopping in front of a mirror identical to the one in his bedroom.
I reached out and traced the silvery frame.
“I like this too.”
On the counter was my sewing kit, a few stuffed animals, and lots of shiny metal tools.
When I had seen enough, I went to the girl who had yet to move or make a sound.
“You killed her?” I asked Ethan, pushing strands of her wet bob off her forehead, fingering the knot in the corner.
“She’s not dead, baby girl. She’ll wake up soon, or when we start fixing her.”
I turned my head sharply in his direction. “We?”
“Yes, we.”
My brows slanted together as I looked between the two of them. They had never mentioned as such until just then.
“Ethan, Declan. You fix things too?”
“Not exactly,” Declan replied. “How about we get started first? What do you need to start?”
Reaching out to touch the girl’s face, she began to slightly stir. Her eye makeup was black and smudged; the tips of her nostrils were slightly bloody from the drugs she’d done a bit ago, reminding me she needed to be cleansed and then cut open.
I moved so that I was standing near her face. “What will make her insides clean?” I asked them.
Ethan held up a finger and went over to the wall; he flipped off the regular light switch and turned on the single bare bulb hanging above us.
Then he went over to a cupboard beneath the sink.
As we waited, Declan stepped up behind me, his hands slipping around my waist.
Ethan returned with a metal contraption and a white and green container that said Drain-O. The pictures on the front advertised that it cleaned and unclogged pipes.
He set it down beside the girl’s motionless arm and forced her mouth open with his fingers, wedging the device in it to prevent closing.
The girl’s brown eyes flew open; none of us batted a lash.
Her pupils were far too large.
I realized she was still high.
“Don’t be scared, okay? We’re going to fix you.” I ran a hand over her bob again as a show of reassurance.
She jolted, unable to go anywhere due to the thick leather restraints holding her down.
“Are we trying this?” Ethan asked, picking the container up now.
“Yeah.” I barely whispered as Declan’s lips skimmed over my neck.
Ethan grinned and unscrewed the lid on the container. “Here we go.”
The girl started to scream before the first drop landed.
Ethan was undeterred, pouring the solution straight into her and open mouth. Some splattered on her face due to her struggling.
At first nothing happened.
And then, before our eyes, the flesh inside and around her mouth began to bubble, blister, and peel away.
She was gagging and choking, tossing her had back and forth.
From what I could see it was working.
Ethan emptied the container and then walked back to the counter, returning with a metal scalpel.
He handed it to Declan, before going over to where the stuffed animals were.
“You want to know if we fix things?” he asked. “We don’t, but whenever you want to. Whenever you get that urge, just tell us and we’ll help you. We’ll do whatever you want to do. And do you want to know why?”
I audibly swallowed, nodding up and down.
Instead of responding, he walked us around so that we were by the woman’s side, and forced me to wrap my hand around the scalpel, covering it with his.
“Close your eyes,” he softly commanded in my ear. “Open your mind.”
I did as he said, relaxing back into his solid embrace.
“We’re going to cut her open now, together. Keep your eyes closed, I’m going to tell you what’s happening.”
He controlled my hand; I felt the slight pop of our first stab.
“The blade just went in close to her ribs. Blood is welling up. Do you feel it?”
“Yes,” I replied beneath woman’s screams.
I did feel it, the blood, on our fingertips.
He drew our hands sharply across what had to be her gut. She made a sound like a strangled cat, followed by retching.
“She’s vomiting up bile from her stomach, its tinged red,” Ethan’s voice came from the other side of the table.
“We just disemboweled her.” Declan explained, kissing my neck, and then my cheek, my temple.
“There’s more blood,” I breathed.
We rotated the knife and yanked it up. The splitting of her skin sounded like tearing of a wet piece of paper.
“Everything is spilling out. This is beautiful, sweetheart,” he rasped.
I felt his cock harden behind me, triggering the slickness to come between my legs.
“Open those pretty blues,” Ethan gently commanded.
I blinked, lids fluttering, lungs inhaling the smell of organs, body fat, and metallic blood.
The girl’s eyes were glassy, fixed on the bare bulb above us.
Her entire torso was wide open, insides glossy and dying.
I looked over at Ethan, seeing he was wearing large latex gloves. Beside him were a large industrial sized trashcan and a metal trolley.
On top of it was my sewing kit and large amounts of white fluff.
We worked together.
All of the girl’s insides were pulled free and discarded in the trash.
Next, we stuffed her torso, her mouth, and after Ethan removed the eyes, those too.
Halfway through, Declan clicked on a large fan to circulate the smell beginning to saturate the room.
We were all a bloody mess, from hands to elbows.
“Do you see this?” Ethan asked when we were finally finished.
“Do you know why we did this now?” Declan followed up when I didn’t respond.
I looked at the body we’d fixed together, how we made this sad girl whole again.
We fed my sickness while nurturing it at the same time.
We.
The three of us.
“Baby girl, we’re sick and fucked up just like you. That’s what makes us so perfect for one another.”
Declan turned me around, cupping my face with bloodied hands.
“You and I are the same on the inside.”I stared up at him, glancing briefly at Ethan. “Him too.”
“You’re…like me?” I asked.
“Just like you. We wanted you to know that. We can handle you’re sickness, Lea. Let that sink in. We’re not going anywhere and neither are you,” Ethan replied.
I suddenly felt an odd urge to…weep? Smile?
I wasn’t sure, I didn’t care.
I was feeling and I wanted to feel more.
Wrapping my hands around Declan’s neck, I pulled his mouth down to mine.
He didn’t miss a beat, dropping his hands to my ass. I was lifted up, legs wrapping around his waist.
Across the room, he dropped me down on the bed just like the one in their bedroom.
“Do you know what you want?” he asked, stripping out of his clothes.
I didn’t know what I wanted exactly, but my body did. And my brain only knew how to convey it with my learned vocabulary.
Without assistance, I began to remove my own clothes.
Ethan was beside us in my next blink, pulling my jeans the rest of the way when they got stuck.
He then removed his own clothes.
Declan stepped up to him and grabbed hold of his face, smearing crimson on his cheeks.
They began to kiss, their solid, muscled bodies coming together.
My lips parted as I watc
hed them.
When Ethan grabbed Declan’s cock, I scooted up the bed until I was leaning against the headboard.
I stared at these two, naked, beautiful men, spread my legs, and started touching myself.
“Ah, fuck,” Ethan breathed when he saw what I was doing.
Declan followed his stare, moving his fist up and down on Ethan’s cock, keeping his eyes on me.
“You like this, Helena?”
I nodded my head, slipping a bloodied finger inside myself.
“Tell him what you like,” Ethan demanded, gripping Declan’s shoulder.
“I like his hands on your cock.”
“Do you want Ethan’s cock?” Declan asked, moving his hand faster.
I added another fingers, feeling a trickle of wetness slide down between my ass cheeks.
“I want both,” I breathed. “I want both of your cocks inside me.”
They looked at one another.
And then Declan was on the bed.
He grabbed hold of my legs and dragged me towards him.
He settled between my legs
“You want this?” he asked, rubbing the head of himself up and down my wet slit.
“I want you,” I answered, reaching up to grab a handful of his silky hair.
“You’ve got me, sweet heart.” With that, he lined himself up, and thrust inside me, tearing through my thin membrane of meaningless innocence.
Something between a moan and a scream fell from my mouth.
He filled me entirely, stretching something that had never been. The pressure was intense, I wasn’t sure I could handle him.
I tried to push against his stomach and ease him out a little.
“Nuh, uhn.” He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. “You wanted my dick. Now you’re going to take every hard inch of it.”
He started moving, thrusting his hips in and out of me.
“You feel goddamn incredible. Your pussy is so fucking tight, so wet.”
I curled my fingers into fists, crying out every time his cock plunged deep inside of me.
It hurt, it was nothing short of amazing.
Being under him was one of the best things I’d ever felt, the pain was pleasurable.
He let my wrists go and I immediately grabbed hold his face, bringing his mouth back to mine, clawing at his back when he started thrusting into me harder.
Without warning, Declan pulled out of me.
I hadn’t seen Ethan return to us until then.
“Come here,” Declan rasped, resting on his knees.
He pulled me up so I was in the same position. The bed dipped behind me as Ethan climbed closer, moving my hair to the side.
I was eased into nothing.
Ethan kissed down my back, grabbed my ass cheek s and spread them wide open, burying his face between them a second later.
I lurched forward, being held in place by Declan’s hands on my thighs as he dropped down and began to tongue fuck my pussy.
A hand fell to Declan’s shoulder’s as they ravaged me with their mouths.
Ethan’s tongue flicked in and out of my ass while Declan’s went deeper and deeper in my pussy, lapping up our juices and the only proof of what I’d given him.
My eyes rolled back as their tongues worked faster.
I could feel myself building, and just when I thought they’d let me come, Declan stopped.
He rose up and grabbed a fistful of my hair, crashing his mouth down on mine.
Ethan kissed up my back, grabbing for a tiny blue bottle beside us.
“This is lube,” he told me as liquid squirted down the crevice between my cheeks. He swirled it in and out of my puckered hole.
I concentrated on who was touching me there, telling myself this wasn’t Mother’s basement. This would be different.
Declan pulled away and lined his cock back up with my entrance as Ethan positioned his at my ass.
I glanced back into his warm copper eyes and felt…safe.
“I’ll go in slow,” he told me, placing a lingering kiss on my lips.
When he began to push inside me, Declan started playing with my clit, easing himself inside me at the same time.
They were stretching me even more, holding me close in the cocoon of their muscled bodies.
I shut my eyes as Ethan pushed in slowly, then withdrew, adding more lube before repeating the process.
When he finally settled in my ass, his thick cock twitched, eliciting a moan from me. Declan slid all the way back inside me then, and I came.
Without either of them moving, my pussy clenched around one cock while my ass gripped another.
They cursed, holding me up between them as I trembled.
When they finally began to move, I was certain I couldn’t handle anymore.
I grit my teeth, breathing through every thrust, my body adjusting as quickly as it could.
Gradually, I began to grab at Ethan’s hips, pull at Declan’s back.
I kissed one and then the other as they sped up.
The word “Harder,” slipped out as my body started to demand more.
There wasn’t time to retract my request before they obliged.
“Shit, baby girl,” Ethan drawled, grabbing hold of my breasts. “Do you feel us?” he questioned.
“Yes,” I moaned, arching my back as he sped up.
“This is our pussy, our ass. We’re the only ones allowed to fuck you like this,” Declan spat.
“Yours,” I whimpered, grabbing his forearms as he tightened his grip on my hips.
I don’t know how long they stayed inside me.
One cock pounded into my pussy while another cock pounded in and out of my ass. The sweat dripping from our bodies washed away the blood, making a mess of it as we grabbed at one another.
It was euphoric.
I was so full of them, my pussy was slick and tender, my ass sore but greedily taking more.
When they came, they went harder, moved faster in a see-sawing motion until I thought I would rip in half. The sounds that came from my mouth were indistinguishable.
Ethan came first, stilling behind me with a curse, cock jerking and spurting come in my ass.
He pulled out slowly, after suckling on the side of my neck.
Declan instantly had me on back, legs lifted over his forearms as he bottomed out inside me.
I came so hard that time I blacked out, a soundless scream leaving my mouth.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Declan
If something is going too smooth, always expect the universe to fuck that shit up.
Two weeks ago we made Helena ours.
After that we fell into a simple routine.
She went to the bakery every Tuesday and Thursday. Watched me and Ethan when we handled our work at Dahlia, and occasionally we fixed things.
She and Katie clicked so well they were always together when me or Ethan were busy during the day; Max was her new favorite thing.
She could, in fact cook.
She cleaned.
She had developed an eagerness to learn all she could about us and the Dahlia.
She was perfection.
Shit was good.
We had our center.
The empty corpse of a girl was starting to live.
She smiled, albeit very rarely, but it was progress.
I had yet to hear her laugh, yell, or cry, unless you count her crying out when she came, or yelling mine and Ethan’s names.
She fucked me solo.
Fucked Ethan solo.
Watched when I fucked Ethan.
She let us both fuck her, taking our dicks like a seasoned pro.
So naturally, birth control was a goddamn must.
We were all fucking and coming every day, multiple times a day because she had a pussy stronger than any narcotic that existed. That and she was a little nymph, asking for cock like it was a glass of water.
Furthermore on the birth control note, Helena was far from ready to b
e a mother. I didn’t even want to envision what she would do if our child was ‘broken.’
Kids were out of the question until we could be sure she had her sickness under control.
A puppy would be the first step.
As it was, she was flourishing beautifully at a perfect pace.
And Heath hadn’t made a single effort to contact her.
Every time she tried to reach him he ignored her, to the point I was ready to shove his fucking balls down his throat.
She may not have been his real daughter, but that’s all she knew him as was her father.
Their situation was still a mystery to me and my and Ethan’s families, who adored our girl almost as much as I did.
At the doctors on a slow Monday, that’s when things came to light, things that had me and Ethan deciding once and for all to find out what the hell had happened in Helena’s past.
We were sitting in the exam room, Doctor. Nester, an older man that funded his own kinks through Dahlia, had just finished examining her.
“Okay, Helena. We’ve got a few different birth control options. There’s the pill, the nuvaring, a shot that you—.”
“Shot,” she abruptly interjected. “No pills.”
I glanced at Ethan where he sat in a chair beside the exam table. I’d honestly expected her to choose the pill.
It was her choice either way, but her reaction is what gave me concern.
“Alright then,” Doctor Nester scribbled on her chart, playing the role of professional.
“Can I speak with one or both of you a moment?” he asked, rising from his stool.
“I’ll stay with her,” Ethan said.
“Okay, you can go ahead and get dressed now Helena.”
We stepped out into the hall and walked a bit away from the door after he shut it behind us.
“Is it bad?” I asked, nodding to the chart he’d written on non-stop for nearly the whole appointment.
“It’s pitiful. I don’t know when the last time was she was vaccinated. She has a few fractures that never healed right. Her pinky has been broken at least twice, in the same place.
“Her teeth our straight and clean, but she’s missing two in the back of her mouth, and they’re adult teeth. They didn’t fall out naturally, something yanked them out. I’m not a dentist so you should make that appointment as well. She was abused by someone.”
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