Darkest Descent

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23

Alice

Something pushed into me, delicious and stretching, and the rare nightmare I was in the midst of fell away. I woke to the sight of my brothers lying either side of me, propped up on their elbows, looking down my body as they thrust their fingers inside my pussy.

Hunter chuffed a laugh at my gasp, and Asher’s gaze shot to mine.

“Keep going,” I cried, spreading my legs wider for them. Fuck, having them both working on me, waking up already halfway there, was incredible. Their fingers curled and rubbed deep in my body, making my thighs shake and my neck heat.

Asher and Hunter looked at each other, the fire in their eyes palpable. In my mind, I begged them to kiss, to drive their tongues against each other’s and finger me harder.

One of them used their thumb on my clit. It was too dark to see who, and they massaged tight circles over it, making the pleasure rise and zap through me. The surprise and confusion of the moment ebbed, replacing the fear with a bewildered warmth. Fuck, they were good together. My toes curled.

The funniest thing about all of it was my nightmare. I hadn’t been imagining the terrible things my big brother had done to me like someone normal might have. No, I’d been dreaming about not rescuing him all those years ago. For believing my father and leaving Hunter to another seven years of hell when I could have saved him.

But now, with both of them touching me, with Asher lying next to me and pressing firm kisses on my shivering shoulder, it all seemed so damn right. No shame. No pain. I reached for both of them, trying to get them closer, grabbing at their bodies with an unrestrained urgency.

“Please,” I begged. “I need more of you both.”

“Uh uh,” Hunter said, taking the lead over us with ease. “You have to come first, pretty thing. There’s nothing like seeing this pussy flutter.” Another finger joined, my hole stretching around the digits as I groaned. I think it was four, maybe even more. “Watching you come for something so dirty, so depraved. Watching both of you, it’s the best visual there is.”

“Please kiss me,” I cried, using my legs to encourage him closer. I wanted both of their mouths, to prove this was real, that we were healing each other. Piece by piece, we would rebuild what we’d broken. Either through fault or mere existence.

We had shattered Hunter’s life by being born, twisting our father up and driving him towards torture. Hunter had ruined us more recently, through kidnap and torment that he’d learned through his abuse. Told throughout his life it was because of us. That he was worse than us. Worth less.

Each touch now healed.

Hunter rocked into me when I hooked his leg through mine, and his cock humped up against my thigh at the pace of their fingers. We both groaned, and I felt him losing the battle to make me come first.

Asher scrambled to his knees, two of the fingers falling out of me, immediately replaced with more of Hunters. Asher’s ass was in the air by my head, and he shoved his face between mine and Hunter’s bodies, moaning as he mouthed us both. Hunter shifted further, so he was half on top of me, and his cock rested against my pussy.

Asher sucked and licked and nuzzled, burrowing himself deep between us even though it must have hurt. He was feral for us, for the velvetiness of Hunter’s cock, for the taste of my pussy. He was making so many noises of desperate pleasure as his tongue roamed.

When Hunter withdrew his fingers from me and sat up, leaning away, I whimpered. He rubbed his cock through my warm pussy lips, sitting up on his knees to watch. His eyes never strayed from Asher’s mouth on my clit, but he grasped his cock and nudged it against Asher’s lips, demanding entry.

“You like how we taste mixed together, yeah?” Hunter asked as he fed his length to Asher, enjoying the other man’s groaned, submissive agreement. “Wait ‘til you experience all three of us again. All of us as one, sharing.”

Asher moaned again, deep and desperate. I took the opportunity to snake my hand up his leg, cupping his balls and squeezing. His moan grew muffled with Hunter’s cock deep in his mouth, but still so fucking loud it made my belly ache with urgency. He kept rubbing my clit as he sucked, but I needed more. I needed to be filled.

“Hunter,” I cried, desperate for his command. Not pain or torture, but command. He’d guided us through such broken intensity before, I knew he could again. But this time bringing only pleasure.

His eyes met mine with a dark gaze, and I enjoyed seeing him plotting, planning how to bring us all to the greatest end. “Prep our baby brother,” he said. “Get his hole nice and sloppy while I fuck you.” He pulled his cock free of Asher’s mouth and laughed when he tried to chase it. “ Straddle your sister’s face,” Hunter cooed, stroking Asher’s split-slick chin.

Asher obeyed, one of his legs going over my body and leaving me with a view only of his ass and balls. My hands moved to the sensitive skin, and I continued to play, ready to work him open, excited to see what Hunter had in store for us. It was like a feast on display.

“Lick her pussy while I enter her,” I heard Hunter mutter, and as Asher’s tongue flickered over my clit, Hunter filled me with his cock. All three of us made noises of pleasure. For me, the stretch of Hunter’s cock as he pushed in with one swift movement sent me skyrocketing. Fuck. It felt so good, so taboo and wonderful as both my brothers worked me over. Who cared anymore?

I spat on Asher’s asshole when Hunter reminded me of my duty, and strained up to lick it, enjoying the reactions he made against me. His groans vibrated on my pussy, and each of my muscles squeezed as my orgasm grew stronger beneath the surface of breaking. I wanted to hold off as long as possible, let it build.

Hunter slammed deep inside me, my entire body jolting with each of his thrusts, it was even dirtier because I couldn’t see him, could only see Asher’s ass as I sucked on it, softened it and pressed a knuckle past the first ring of muscle. The noises we all created were obscene, not just our groans of pleasure, but the wet sounds our bodies made as they slapped together, working towards a shared bliss.

I worked a second finger into Asher’s hole, marveling at how well it could take it. So good I didn’t wait for a third, spitting on another finger and pressing it in, too. He was a whimpering mess, shoving his body back against me as he devoured my clit, sucking so deep he drew the whole thing between his teeth. The gentle bite he gave it ruined me.

“I’m coming!” I screamed as the orgasm raced through my veins, making my vision darken and my breathing shudder as I shivered and quaked through it, my mouth staying on his hole, fucking making out with it as I rode through.

“Fuck, she’s gushing around me,” Hunter remarked. “Come taste.” He withdrew his cock and before I could react, a tongue replaced it, plunging in to lick up all my fluid. Asher was so far gone as he muffled praise into my pussy, lapping me up.

“Never could have imagined…” Hunter muttered, watching for a moment before knee-walking up the bed to my head. “You’re both so stunning.”

I lunged up to kiss him, only managing to plant a light one on his lips because of Asher’s body on top of mine. But Hunter smirked and lowered himself, meeting my mouth at Asher’s asshole.

“Shall we taste him together?” he asked.

“Please,” Asher cried as I nodded and Hunter kissed me, his tongue moving out and against Asher’s skin. We made out against him, our tongues swirling and wet and sloppy, probing in turn between the other’s mouth and Asher’s ass. Together, we pressed in and soaked his skin, readied him for whatever Hunter had planned.

When we couldn’t take it anymore, Hunter moved us, shifting our bodies into his preferred position. He laid me on my back, legs open, and pushed Asher between them so we were face to face.

“Fuck your sister, beautiful boy,” Hunter told Asher as he settled behind him. “Fill her up, press your cock where mine was. It’s where we both belong.”

Asher’s eyes never left mine as he filled me, pressing his weeping cock into my already fucked hole. It was almost too sensitive, but I welcomed the sensation, anyway. These two men were nothing if not overwhelming.

As Asher began fucking me, moving his hips up and down slowly, laying gentle pecks on my face, I felt him tense. Glancing over his shoulder, I saw Hunter gazing down, focusing for a moment, before shoving his hips forward. Hunter’s face scrunched up with pleasure as Asher gasped.

“Tell me what he’s doing to you,” I asked Asher, whispering.

“F-fucking me,” Asher groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. “Shoving his cock deep inside my ass, my body.”

“We’re all connected now,” Hunter said, resting his hips at Asher’s ass as the man above me whimpered. “The three of us. Forever.”