Page 31 of All Hallows Fate

Tor snorted, and even as worked up and trembling as I was, I laughed too. He had a point. The laughter turned to choked groans when Tor replaced his fingers with the slow glide of his cock, fulfilling every promise he just made. The stretch was so intense I whined, but every inch deeper gave me pleasure so strong my eyes rolled back. My hand fell limp from Misery’s cock in favour of sinking my fingernails into his thighs, frantic for something to hold onto as I came apart.

“So, so fucking beautiful,” Tor groaned. “So perfect, and strong, and deadly. You are every dream I ever dared to have, every secret wish I made. You do not get to fucking leave again. I’ll resurrect you a hundred times if I have to, but you are never leaving me.”

The words intensified my orgasm from amazing to world-shattering. I knew the others were awake, knew they were watching, because my moan was so loud it would wake even the dead.

“Tor,” Miz whimpered as I splayed over him, aftershocks making me shudder. “Tor, please.”

“Hush. I’ve got you.” But it was my hips his hands found as his cock carefully withdrew. “Sit here for me, beautiful.”

And before I could guess his intention, he grasped Miz’s cock and lowered me onto it.

“So deep,” I gasped, raking red marks across Misery’s body.

“Oh god, oh god,” Miz chanted, but his words cut off as Tor sank back in his ass with a rough thrust.

“God and goddess,” Tor corrected, his strokes so deep that they nudged Miz deeper inside me.

“This is,” I blurted. “This is—”

“Insanity?” Tor suggested. “Fucking heaven?”

“The best part of hell?” Miz breathed.

“All of it. Everything.” I surrendered to the insanity, my body a mere vessel for pleasure on a level so intense it wasn’t mortal. “This is everything.”

21

Cat

So uh. When Tor said I wouldn’t be able to walk, he wasn’t lying. I winced the next morning, trying not to walk bow-legged as I carried a shadow-pail of water to Fuzzball.

“You couldn’t have walked your ass to the river?” I huffed, gesturing at the silver water that wound like a serpent through the hills we’d spent all morning riding through. It was the first chance I’d had to wash, the scents of Miz and Tor clinging to me. Their cum clinging to me, decorating my skin in a way that felt both dirty and claiming. I was glad to be clean, but the dark glare Miz fired at me made my stomach tangle. Not with fear, not even nerves. Anticipation, I realised, of when he’d replace his scent on my body, of when he’d next fill me with so much cum it oozed out.

Just thinking about it made my face burn, but I ducked my head and pretended to focus on Fuzzball, jumping hard when Madde appeared without warning, throwing his arms around me from behind. He nuzzled the sensitive slope of my neck and groaned. “You smell so good. So clean. Makes me want to get you all filthy again.”

The reminder that Pain, Madde, and Death had been able to smell the others on me stole my voice, embarrassment holding me in place as Madde hugged me. That, and it felt good to be held.

“Are you, uh—” I began, and even Fuzzball gave me a look that called me foolish. These men were my husbands. We were married. I could ask a straightforward question, even if it made the tip of my nose tingle. “Are you okay with what happened?”

“No, I’m horribly jealous,” he sighed theatrically. “I’m afraid the only way you could possibly heal the hurt in my heart is to sit on my face.”

A laugh barked from me, surprise lightening the tightness from my chest. “Madde,” I chided with a familiarity that told me I’d said his name in that tone often. “We have to find a coil of iron, and—there are people around,” I whispered, shooting a glance at where everyone else sat sprawled on the hill close enough to overhear. They’d been discussing places we could find iron, specifically a coil of it as the list called for, but now they were conspicuously silent.

“What? Miz and Tor got to make you come last night. Now it’s my turn.”

“It’s definitely not,” Pain argued.

My eyes slid shut for a moment, and I wasn’t sure why I was embarrassed. When I opened them again, Madde was in the process of laying in the dark, fog-bathed grass at my feet. He patted his shoulders and said, “Climb on, my lioness. Ride me like a horse.”

I groaned.

“You can hold onto my hair and pretend it’s reins,” he suggested.

“I’m not going to sit on your face in the open like this,” I complained, shooting a glance around as if a group of spirits would wander over the hills.

“Why not?” Madde’s bottom lip pushed out, his sapphire eyes big and full of pleading light.

“Because—” Because of a dozen different reasons I couldn’t actually think of.