“God, I can’t wait to be inside her.” Braden sank his cock into my throat and then pulled it free.
“See...” My breath came out in a hurried pant and paused my words. “Being a man is much better than being a beast.”
“I believe you now.” Shane nodded and position his glans against my lips.
I continued moving back and forth between the twins as Alexander pounded my asshole and made my body react to every powerful thrust. I felt myself getting closer to another orgasm, one that was continuously teased while he fucked me. It seemed to sit below the surface and beg for a release, yet the stimulation he was giving me wasn’t quite enough to push it over the edge. I kept my attention on Shane and Braden but it was getting more difficult as the teasing continued. After another few minutes of intense pounding, I felt the pressure of my bliss reaching a boiling point. It seemed like I was simmering on the edge of ecstasy.
I felt Alexander start to throb and pulsate in my ass and I could feel his hunger intensifying. He was about to explode and I was so close I could feel yearning for another surge of pleasure. Alexander made my whole body lunge forward with his powerful thrusts and I had to stop focusing on Shane and Braden. I gripped the wolf pelt rug and screamed as the release finally came. It felt like a balloon been pierced and torn as it roared through my body. The clenching of my muscles and the spasms of my body caused Alexander to reach the point of no return as well. His release was accompanied with a loud, booming growl as he started to ejaculate inside me. I fell forward onto the pelt as my emotions and my pleasure collapsed on each other and sent me into a world of euphoria I wasn’t sure I could ever recreate.
“I’ve never felt anything like that, even before I became a beast.” Alexander slumped against my back and his breath was hot on my neck.
“That was incredible.” I turned my head and kissed the side of his brow.
He rested there for a few minutes as we both enjoyed the afterglow, but I still had two men who needed to be satisfied. Alexander pulled himself free and went to the bed while I sank down onto the pelt. There was no way I could lift myself up enough to do anything for the twins, but I could give them the paradise they crave. I pulled one of my legs towards my breast, bending it at the knee and shifting my body until my pussy and anus were exposed. I looked at them and they quickly understood that it was their turn. Braden knelt down and pushed his cock against my pussy as Shane knelt beside him and positioned his against my anus. The two of them started to penetrate me at the same time, keeping the same pace as they pushed deep inside both of my exhausted holes. They were practically on top of each other once they were fully inside of me, but their lust was raging in their eyes like a storm. They started to withdraw and push back into me, each of them working in unison to keep the same pattern. It took nearly a dozen thrusts before I felt the afterglow pass and the excitement started to build again. As exhausted as I was both mentally and physically, the combination of their gorgeous bodies using me for their ultimate need made me buzz with an energetic desire for more.
“Yes!” I felt my breathing getting heavy again as I struggled to draw enough oxygen into my lungs to fuel the elation. “This is what I wanted.”
“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Braden panted with his frenzy getting stronger. “I can’t believe anyone has ever been inside you before.”
“Same here, brother.” Shane nodded. “I watched her get fucked and it feels like I’m the first man she’s ever had inside of her ass.”
The twins were well-endowed, with cocks that rivaled the monster Alexander pushed inside of me, and the more they fucked me, the more it felt like I was being stretched. The combination of having two of them inside of me at once, pounding away at the same rhythm, was pushing my limit. I had felt the pleasure of the combination the night before, but their identical sizes was a different feeling than having one that stretched me and one that went deep. It felt like the two cocks collided together when they slammed themselves to the hilt and it was almost orgasmic each time it happened. I wasn’t going to struggle with an orgasm like I did with Alexander because it was building faster than I could have ever imagined. Shane and Braden were incredible. They had a lust in them that was undeniable. I had seen that in the others, but the combination of two men taking what they hadn’t had in so long was exhilarating. The orgasmic thrusts seemed to get faster and more powerful each time they descended into me and it was only a matter of seconds—possibly only a matter of thrusts—until I erupted with another orgasm. They could sense it as well and I saw a grin on Braden’s face as he watched me ascend to the height of pleasure.
“We’re about to make her cum.” Braden’s breaths came out in pants, but the grin remained in place.
“If you cum now, you won’t stop until we’re done.” Shane squeezed my hip as they both started to fuck me faster.
“Oh god!” My mouth opened wide and a scream echoed from within me.
There was no coming back from the peak they had forced me to ascend. I was tumbling down the other side with nothing but my furor coming to greet me with the turmoil of mounting pleasure. The scream could have woken the dead, or possibly even shattered the curse if there was a way to do it. Our bodies became a united, melded flurry of trepidation. My orgasm rumbled through me like thunder and struck me like lightning. The crashing cocks obliterated my senses. I couldn’t smell anything but lust—I couldn’t see anything but joy—I couldn’t hear anything but their hurried breaths matching mine. My orgasm was detonated and I was their physical representation of bliss. It wasn’t my first, but it certainly wasn’t going to be my last.
They were already forcing another one to build when it started to subside. Their cocks were throbbing inside of me, turning into swollen muscles of agony when the orgasm passed and I endured the build to the next one. My body wanted it more than life itself, yet I could tell it was pushing me to a limit I had never found. The second one their glorious cocks forced out of me caused me to nearly faint from the overwhelming feeling of sinful indulgence. I didn’t deserve another one—I had more than my fair share—but they didn’t care. They continued to pound my body as their need echoed throughout the room.
“I’m gonna cum...” Braden could barely force the words out of his mouth on top of the sounds of his pleasure.
“Me too!” Shane was in a similar state and the expression on his face matched his twin.
My pleasure never waned. It stayed at the point of joy as I felt my body succumbing to one orgasm after another. I lost count—I didn’t even have the ability to count. I felt Braden drive his cock inside of me and he paused. Shane did the same. The twins suddenly started to cum at the same time, two men filling me with their seed at once. Their release was seismic, shifting my body as I felt an eruption of their pleasure followed by a continuous stream of cum. Feeling both of them throb and pulsate at the same time kept me from being able to calm the orgasm that was raging war with my exhausted body. My pussy spasmed as every muscle in my body twisted against the one next to it. I could feel the muscles in my pussy milking Braden dry while my anus clenched Shane so hard he wouldn’t have been able to move if he tried. When my body finally relaxed, I felt like I was floating on a cloud with nothing to support me. I was vaguely aware of my body being picked up from the wolf pelt and carefully placed on the bed. Arms wrapped around me and held me tight as the afterglow consumed me. There was no option for me but sleep. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but I was too exhausted to even consider chewing or swallowing—I just needed sleep.
I FELT LIKE I SLEPT for an eternity before I opened my eyes, but when they were finally open, I realized that I wasn’t actually awake. I was dreaming again. I was in the castle, running from a terror I didn’t understand. When I reached a wall that signaled the end of my journey, I turned to face the beast that was chasing me. Instead of a beast, I saw emerald eyes that pierced my soul. They were so magnificent they looked like they were carved and placed in the skull of the woman that approach
ed me. Before I could look away, the man in the golden armor appeared again. He held out his indigo sword and the woman cowered. In my mind, I knew it was the witch. The man in the golden sword advanced on her, but she started to laugh. She pointed at his hand and the sword he was holding turned to stone. It dropped to the floor and sank into the foundation. He looked at me with a look of terror on his face before the witch plunged her hand into his chest and ripped out his heart. It beat in her hand while blood streamed down her arm. She turned back to me and smiled—a visage so terrifying it caused me to wake up screaming.
“Anabelle, are you okay?” I heard Alexander’s voice.
“No...” I pushed the tangle of arms off of me. “We have to find a way to get you out of this place.”
Chapter 15: Alexander
Death isn’t complicated. It is life that makes it so damned unthinkable.
Anabelle returned to the library after eating her meal in what seemed like record time. My rose was still withering away with petals that resembled dried twigs instead of the beautiful flourish it once had. I had come to terms with the fate that was in front of me. It might have been Anabelle’s father that took my life, but he wasn’t the one that put me in eternal torment. Anabelle was more than worth the countdown to my final hours. I didn’t really believe she would find a way to save me in the dusty books, but I saw the determination on her face. If I would have tried to pull her away from it, she would have never been able to rest her eyes once mine were closed for the last time. There was a part of me that wanted to believe she would find the answer to saving my life, but I couldn’t shake the thoughts of impending doom that signaled the end. When several hours passed, I fixed a cup of water and walked towards the library. I found Anabelle furiously flipping pages when I walked inside.
“The fire went out.” I saw her breath rising from her lips. “You’re going to freeze.”
“It is okay, I’m fine.” She shook her head and flipped another page.
“Here, at least wear this while I get the fire going again.” I stripped off my cloak and wrapped it around her after I put the cup of water on the table.
“Thank you.” She looked over at me and smiled. “I wish I had something to report—I don’t know if the answer is here.”
“It wouldn’t make sense for the witch to leave the answer here for us to find—if there is even one to begin with. You need to take a break.” I started to massage her shoulders.
“Your hands are amazing.” She leaned against me as I kneaded the knots along her neck.
“I really appreciate what you’re doing. I just wish there was more hope in these walls than the despair we are faced with.” A sigh rushed across my lips.
“If it’s here, I will find it.” She reached forward and flipped the page in front of her. “Your cloak is really warm. You might have to make me one of these.”
“It has served me well.” I leaned down and kissed her. “It was the first thing I made when I got to the castle and learned to hunt.”
“Wait...” She spun around in her chair. “You’ve had this same cloak since you arrived?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged.
“That’s impossible, it would have—oh my god.” Her eyes lit up. “I get it! I know what we have to do!”
“What?” I took a step back.
“Get everyone together—now!” She stood up and ran her fingers across the edge of the cloak. “Hurry!”
“Okay...” I nodded and started walking towards the door.
“ANABELLE SAYS SHE HAS figured out what we have to do.” I walked into the kitchen area and beckoned for Randall and Boone.
“Can she save you?” Boone was the first to reach my side as I turned and headed back towards the main part of the castle.
“I don’t know.” I let out a sigh.
All six of us gathered in the main part of the castle and waited for Anabelle to come out of the library. Hope was a funny thing. I hadn’t really felt it until I held Anabelle in my arms for the first time, but even in that moment, I knew it would be short lived. I wasn’t sure what her revelation would be, but it seemed to come when she held my cloak. There were murmurs in the room as everyone discussed the possibility of escaping. I didn’t know if escape could actually save my life. Even if we found a way out of the castle, my rose would die. I also wasn’t sure if breaking the curse would have negative consequences for us. I had considered it a few times over the years and I wondered if breaking the curse would also break the magic that kept us alive. We didn’t get sick or diseased. We didn’t really age outside of the ghastly beasts we turned into when our savage nature forced us to give up the things that we were accustomed to as mortal men. That was merely skin deep and easily washed away when Anabelle recognized that our humanity was still buried beneath the muck. A silence came over the room when Anabelle appeared at the doorway holding my cloak in her hand.
“This castle—the curse that surrounds it—is in a preservation spell.” She walked over and handed me my cloak. “This cloak was made when you first arrived?”
“Yes.” I nodded in confirmation.
“Even with the best of care, there’s no way it would still be in this condition after two hundred years. Everything in the castle is preserved. This would also explain why seeds Randall found in the kitchen grew crops, and why stuff that should be rusted or decayed is still pristine—outside of some dust.” She looked around the room. “It’s also why you’re not aging.”
“Interesting...” Gill raised his eyebrows in surprise. “But how does this help us?”
“The only thing I’ve seen decay since I came here is Alexander’s rose.” She looked to Gill and then back to me. “It started to decay the moment it was plucked from the vine.”
“Randall, you know how to grow stuff, right? You’re growing fresh vegetables in your greenhouse.” She looked over to Randall.
“I do, yeah.” He nodded.
“I believe the roses are the source of the magic. If the witch truly wanted you all to suffer for eternity, why make it so easy for you to die?” Anabelle looked around the room. “If we can duplicate her magic, then we could all walk out of this castle together.”
“How would we do that?” Braden seemed interested, but confused.
“I believe we need to root Alexander’s rose and see if we can make it grow again.” She motioned for Randall to follow her. “I saw it happen once with a flower my grandmother put in a vase when I was younger. It literally grew roots out of the stem.”
“Yeah.” Randall nodded. “I’ve done that before. So, if we can plant Alexander’s rose and make it grow roots, you think it would save his life?”
“I do.” Anabelle nodded quickly. “If it works, then Alexander will be able to leave this place, as long as he keeps his rose with him.”
“And if it works for him...” Shane’s words trailed off.
“It would work for all of us!” Braden’s face lit up as he finished his twin brother’s sentence.
“WHERE WILL YOU GO WHEN you are free?” Anabelle’s voice broke my thoughts. I had been standing in the library, thinking about the future for almost an hour.
“I don’t even know.” I looked over at her. “This castle is all I have known for so long. It might be nice to see Washington D.C. in this era—to see what become of the world I knew.”
“I don’t know how it was in your day, but it seems to be mired in controversy these days. Our last presidential election was a bit of a mess.” She laughed and sat down beside me. “You could come live with me—all of you could.”
“I’m not sure any of us should stay in one spot for long. The witch will eventually figure out we are gone. For all we know, she could be watching us right now.” I looked around the room and then back to Anabelle. “Although I think she would have probably showed her face by now if that was the case.”
“If we get out of this castle, we will find a way to defeat her. The world has changed. We have made all sorts of advancements. There i
s no way she can be all-powerful and unbeatable—maybe she was at the time when this castle was built, but not now.” Anabelle shook her head angrily. “She won’t have to find us, because I’m going to be hunting her.”
“I don’t think that is a good idea.” I reached out and put my hand on Anabelle’s leg. “I would rather stay imprisoned in this castle than for her to hurt you. What if she did the same thing to you and trapped you somewhere—we would never find you.”
“I believe you would.” She smiled. “I believe in you—all of you.”
RANDALL PLANTED THE rose and I wasn’t sure it would even make it until the potential roots could grow. Anabelle watched the rose almost all day and night. My desire for her was strong, but she seemed determined to stare at my rose until she saw some sign of hope. I sat with her some during the day, but it was maddening to watch the last of my life tick away. When the rose was on the table and I rarely saw it, I could forget the impending doom. It seemed like the flower only withered in the dirt. Randall tended to it and did his best, but when another petal fell, I thought it wasn’t going to work.
I tried to coax Anabelle to leave the thought behind and consider leaving the castle entirely, but she was undeterred. Her devotion was as beautiful as she was and when we went to bed without her in our arms, we did not sleep well. My dreams were haunted by the witch and the fear of losing Anabelle. It was more frightening than the feeling of my own life coming to an end.
Chapter 16: Anabelle
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