by Madeline Fay
“Saint! Put me down, you stupid Wizard!” I smack his ass and may have given it a good squeeze.
He places me on the sink and cages me in with his muscled arms on either side of me. Biting that slightly puffy bottom lip, he looks at me under long black lashes, and I’m a fool. He’s giving me that innocent look that is completely the opposite of what he's really thinking.
“That’s Warlock to you, sweetheart. Why did you run Luna, and don’t hide from me.” He lowers his head into my neck and starts sucking on my sensitive skin that has moans of pleasure releasing from my mouth.
He mummers a chant along my neck, and the shower starts behind him with steam rising. The heat coats our bodies, and I don’t try to stop him as he grabs the hem of my tank top, dragging it up until he reaches my rib cage.
“Tell me, Luna.” I throw my head back to give him better access as his tongue runs between my breasts, skimming up to my neck until he gets to my lips. He doesn’t kiss me, just breathes against my lips, waiting for my answer.
“I didn’t want to come between you two, so much heartbreak because I lov—,” I have to stop to gather myself, he continues to stroke my sides as he gazes into my eyes. “I loved you both, and I didn’t know how to control those feelings. I’m sorry! God, I’ve held that in for five years of guilt.” I hold my breath as he slowly pulls away but stops and yanks me against his strong body.
“You deserve a spanking for staying away for so long from us. We thought to give you space but never imagined you packing up in the middle of the night and leaving. Luna…” He pauses and kisses me hard, stealing my breath before pulling back with storming eyes of anger and passion. “We both loved you from a young age, we talked about having you to ourselves but thought it would be best to ease you in because we didn’t want to scare you away. Titus dated you first so the public wouldn’t judge you, but we talked late at night of having you to hold between us. I’ve shared everything with my twin before even being born, that hasn’t changed. We both want you. And what do you mean loved? You don’t love us anymore?” he leans back with hurt flashing on his face.
I wrap my legs around him and bury my face in his chest so he can’t see me crying. I soak his shirt with heaving sobs, feeling his hand slide up and down my naked back.
“I— I didn’t,” I gasp for breath as I look up into his blurry face, “I didn’t know! I thought you both hated me! You just stood there with a blank expression as you looked at Titus, who found us kissing! You both said nothing! I thought the worst, that’s another reason I ran.”
I’m pounding on his pecs with my fists, and I’m likely to bruise because those bad boys are solid rock. Gathering me close, he pins my arms behind my back and carries me to the shower with my legs wrapped around his trim waist. He steps in with all clothes on, placing us under the shower spray. My tears wash away down the drain, and he chants a spell, then suddenly we are both butt ass naked. That comes in handy.
He makes a sound in the back of his throat as he glances down my body. I’ve changed in the last five years, filled out more. I use to be a skinny teen with big breasts and butt, but my waist never really matched until I start to gain some curves. Must have been all the food from college study nights. He traces a calloused hand down my curves, mapping me out, and I look down to see how much he’s enjoying my body. I think we’ve both changed in the time we have been separated because I don’t remember that many muscles. Both brothers have always been fit but not like this… these are men. Broad shoulders the side of a quarterback, bulging arms meant to wrap around me as I trail my fingers over veins that stand out and drive me crazy. What is it about veins? So sexy. I glance down at the small space between us, trimmed waist with a perfect V and a display of abs that makes me drool. I want to explore those ridges with my tongue and head lower to the cock that is currently sticking straight up past his belly button. Goodness, I don’t even think he’s going to fit as I take in the nine inches thicker than my wrist. Swallowing thickly, he slams me against his body until there isn’t any space between us. He grips my ass and squeezes until it’s almost painful, but it turns me on more until I’m dripping from my center. Grinding against my pussy lips with his long cock has stars dancing behind my eyelids.
“I want those pretty brown eyes on me, watch as I destroy this body, and put it back together only to start all over again.”
He bends his head while placing a hand in the middle of my back as he moves my body against his cock until it’s covered in my juices, and I cry out as he bites down on my nipple before sucking it in. My back arches involuntarily as pleasure lashes at me in whips of heat. He laps at me like I’m his favorite dessert, that tongue flickers, and those stormy eyes watch me as I watch with heavy panting as he sucks on me. I feel myself building, bliss overtaking me just from him lapping at me and grinding along my lower lip.
“Is she ready for us?” Titus whispers in my ear from behind, catching me by surprise.
I’ve wanted them from the very beginning, I’m done waiting. Grabbing him by the back of his nape, I drag Titus closer until I’m panting on those sinful lips. With a desperate moan, I kiss him hard on his firm lips, with everything I have as Saint continues to feast on me from the front.
“Damn brother, I don’t think she’s nearly as ready for what we have in mind for her.”
Saint’s slow smile around my nipple makes my legs quiver because that tilt on his puffy lips can only mean I’ll be screaming in ecstasy very soon. Without warning, Titus grabs my hair and angles my head back until a sharp pain shoots through my scalp. It’s almost embarrassing how I whimper, exposing my need and how much this turns me on.
“What do you want from us, Luna?”
That whisper is held against the shell of my ear before he tilts my neck more to the side and trails sensual kisses down the slope of my nape as Saint reaches forward to hold my chin between his thumb and forefinger to give Titus better access.
“I want it all. Give me everything, I’ve been lost long enough. Make me feel whole again.”
They both suck in a sharp breath at my pleading before two sets of sharp teeth clamp to my skin from my breasts and neck. I’m suddenly being pushed forward to the waist by the hand spread along my back, and Saint straightens up with molten eyes that speak a language only I can understand. He tells me I’m his as he is completely mine, a vow of being here and now.
“Arms behind your back, you move, and we stop only to start all over again. Nod if you understand.”
Nodding quickly, I can feel the rush, hot and wet dripping down my spread legs as I open my mouth wide, staring up at Saint while exposing myself. I trust him to take care of me in every way, I trust them both to protect me. Titus glides a calloused masculine hand down my spine in a soothing manner, basically telling me I’m doing the right thing. Saint lines his cock on the edge of my lips patiently waiting, and I don’t disappoint. I flick my tongue over the big mushroom head, licking up pre-cum, and drown in his groan of pleasure.
“Good girl, open that lush mouth wider. Fucking beautiful.”
Titus’ lips sear a hot trail on the back of my nape, and I just about scream when he plunges deep in one swift hip movement. It’s a fucking tight fit, but he brings his hips back gently before slamming back in until my eyes roll back into my head from being fucked so good my toes curl. Saint wastes no time, he fills my mouth with his hard cock that brings tears to my eyes as I suck him down. They move in sync, each time Titus pushes back in, Saints cock slides deeper into the back of my throat. I love the sound of pleasure releasing from their mouths, and the power of seeing Saint come close to being undone as his head throws back, and the cords of his muscles strain tight. I’m about to come, and I can’t stop moaning, especially when Titus tightens his fingers in my hair and guides my movements over his brother’s cock. Suddenly they cease all movement, and the only sound around us is our panting and the shower steaming water. Saliva drips down my chin, and Saint brings a hand around my neck with a ligh
t squeeze, pulling me to straighten up without a word. I love every second.
“Are you ready for more? Do you think you can handle us both Luna, my witch?”
“Gods, yes, more… please just give me more. I never needed anything more in my life. Make me yours until I can’t breathe without a single thought of the both of you running through my mind.”
Saint kisses me as if his life depends on it, plunging his tongue in to duel with my own while running his hands along my curves. Coming up for air, he winks before spinning me around to face Titus. His lopsided smile is pure devilish, sexual pleasure that shoots right to my core.
“Hands on my shoulders, and darlin’ you might want to hold on tight, dig your nails into me.”
His growl makes me shudder in desire, and I obey him without a thought. Once satisfied I followed his instructions, he grips my hips and hauls me up until we are chest to chest. Saint hooks his hands under my thighs, spreading me wide open. Titus groans as he sees my pussy dripping wet, inches away from his waiting cock.
“Brother, you have to tell me, how wet is she? Is that pussy soaked for us both?”
Saint grumbles out behind me with pent up lust, his voice so deepened that my legs start to shake from the effect. The blunt head of his cock rubs along my ass cheek, thick and long, and I whimper because it’s going to feel so good.
“She’s fucking drenched, going to coat both of our dicks as we slide in and out of her.”
Titus rasps just as he plunges into me without warning, his thick girth expanding my insides with a slight pain before turning into pleasure as he slowly withdraws from my pussy. Saint places his chin on my shoulder, and we all watch as his brother’s cock slides in and out of me. I lean my upper back against Saint’s muscular chest so I have balance to move my hips with his brother, who is currently picking up his pace until only the slapping of our bodies echo in the bathroom.
“Luna, has anyone ever touched this ass, claimed it until you can’t sit down for a week straight?”
Saint says all while Titus takes over, wrapping those big hands around my thighs to hold me open as I feel behind me fingers spreading my cheeks apart. I pant and lean a little forward in excitement.
“No baby, no one has ever touched me there, but I’m more than ready.”
Both growl, knowing my ass is untouched and I suck in a startled breath as he starts pushing in from behind. Jesus mother of the moon, it’s a fucking tight fit. A slow burn, but it goes away fast because Titus is still pumping into my pussy with slow movements of his hips. I bite my lip when I feel him deeper than deep, completely inside me. I’ve never felt this full, and the pulsing of their cocks can alone make me orgasm on the spot. As a unit, Titus pushing into my cunt and when he retreats, Saint pushing into my ass, they move me like a seesaw, back and forth. I can hardly breathe, feels so fucking good I practically see stars as my eyes roll into my head.
“Fuck yeah, this cunt is ours, to fuck and worship anytime we want. You hear that, brother? How wet she is? Music to my fucking ears.”
I normally would be embarrassed, but I don’t seem to care at the moment of how my juices are making more noise than a waterfall. I feel the clutch in my lower abdomen, and I know I’m so close, but something is different. More wet and I have a feeling as if I need to pee but not really. What the hell are they doing to me? I’m not a screamer, but when Saint spanks my ass cheek really hard, driving me into his brother more and wrapping a hand around my throat, I start screaming as if I’m dying from being fucked so good. I just might be because I start coming like never before. My body shaking in jerky movements, and they still don’t stop, causing a second orgasm to release from me. Everything fades into the background, dots dance in my vision, and I might just pass out.
“Shit, did she just squirt? I can feel her dripping all over my cock from back here.”
“Yes, she still is. So fucking beautiful.” Titius whispers in awe as he stares into my eyes with the passion of burning flames licking over every surface as he glances at me.
Saint picks up his pace, pounding into my ass as Titus matches his speed of fucking me dirty and raw. I feel them both grow bigger and slamming into me at the same time that I shriek as I come once again from the feeling of them pulsing deep within me. I can feel them coating my walls with twitching cocks as they groan loudly, and it never seems to end. Some time later, I lift my head off of Titus’s shoulder, realizing I passed out for a second in that third orgasm. He places the most gentle kiss upon my swollen lips. It says ‘your mine and I’m never letting you go again’. Saint bites the back of my neck and I yelp, his chuckle rumbles against my back as they help me lower my feet the porcelain tub flooring. I’m too used and tired to move, but damn if it wasn’t the best feeling as every shift reminds me of what we’ve done.
After the light and dark part of my soul washes my body, and their own in slow bubbly movements for my benefit, we step out into my room dripping wet.I flick my eyes back and forth between them, can’t decide which glorious body to devour with my gaze as water drips down their skin. I must be amusing and horny flushed because deep, vibrating chuckles surround me before Saint and Titus both place soft kisses on either side of my cheeks.
“I love you,” Both of them whisper as one against my skin, caressing me before stepping out of my room butt ass naked. I assume they are leaving me so I can gather my thoughts, but hell if I’ll let them walk around in their birthday suits. Might give Granny a heart attack from seeing big cocks swaying in the breeze after she gets a good eye full. I bet she would even pull out the magnifying glass. With a quick flick of my wrist, I hold back a giggle as my bedroom door slams shut and shouting on the other side reaches my ears. Did I just magically dress them in too-tight clothes to hug those muscled bodies? Why yes, I did, so sue me, but the neon-colored clothes were a must if they think I wouldn’t be mad at them for walking around gloriously naked.
I grab my suitcase and magically lift my clothes into the dresser but leave out my white flowing summer dress. I’m going to need it for later, it’s All Hallows Eve after all— the night all things go bump in the night— and the most important ritual for witches happens tonight. It’s a night to worship our Gods, to show them our thanks, and sacrifice a piece of ourselves to them by droplets of blood. I’ve done it each year, even if it was by myself, but being back in the coven will be magical and meaningful again. The dance will be held within the woods behind the house, a burning fire and harvest of apples, pumpkins, and spices to bring the magic to the surface. Everything living has magic just beneath the surface, and the dance of our ancestors will help bring the flowing power of the earth-essence to our coven. Body movements tell a tale of sacrifice and courage—I can hardly wait.
I slept for a very long time to catch up on some much-needed sleep, the sun is just now lowering into the tree lines. Once presentable, and feeling almost naked in my dress because it’s soft cotton with spaghetti straps and reaches my ankles flowing around with each step, I head downstairs. Reaching the kitchen, I notice Granny sitting in her favorite sage green velvet chair at the head of the table next to her soon-to-be husband—and the guys’ grandpa—Gerald. The twins are leaning against the chop block counter with their arms bulging from folding those bad boys over impressive chests. I see they changed into dark jeans with black boots and matching black t-shirts. It’s a good thing I can tell them apart, but I always found it funny when they would dress the same sometimes to mess people up. Slow, loud clapping pulls my gaze away from them to see Granny smacking her hands together with a devilish smile thrown my way. Oh crapoilie, she must have heard us upstairs… how embarrassing, and she’s making it worse with that smartass applause.
“Oh, to be young again, well done granddaughter. Bravo.” That little shit cackles as she stands up with Gerald and starts to head outside for the ritual with the rest of the coven. The moon needs to be perfect for us to gain a peaceful feeling of its essence to flow through our bodies and to spread the magic from
our toes to fingers.
Chapter Three
By the time I make it outside with my arms looped through Titus and Saints’ crooked elbows, trailing across the pathway into the woods, the moon has begun to rise over the treetops. A bright light peeks up ahead and into an open field with a fire climbing from the pit, almost like it’s trying to reach the stars. I notice most of the coven is here, some completely naked and others choosing to dress just like me in loose clothing, less constricted.I hold in my dreamy sigh as my twins decide to start stripping down to their tight boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination, and I see out of the corner of my eye Granny wiggling her eyebrows at me. Horn dog.
“Looking stunning, baby girl. I love how that fire behind you really makes your dress transparent. Can’t wait to see more later.” Saint teases me, whispering hotly into my ear.
“My little Moon Goddess is always stunning. I did forget one thing though. How many spankings do you think she needs for each day she was gone for? Five years is a long time. Going to have to start bending you over later tonight to get started, I foresee your ass red for awhile Luna.” Titus says with a slight smile while rubbing his hands together, looking like he’s ready now. My body flushes, ready to demand those hands on my bare ass until pain and pleasure mix into a drug that leaves me begging for more.
I step closer to Saint and tug Titus until both of them surround me in warm and manly hotness. Looking into those eyes that see into my soul and always have, I tell them both what I’ve been holding in for a long time, and I think they have a right to know. One night to remember, with our moon at its peak and a dance on All Hallows Eve, it’s time.
