Page 17 of Hallow’s Eve

“How many times do I need to remind you? God doesn’t exist in these woods, Little Witch. Say his name again and I’ll thoroughly punish you and you may not enjoy it. You’re going to take our cocks like you were destined. Your pussy will be forever ruined for anyone else,” Kallen whispers in my ear as he thrusts his hips making him enter deeper into my ass.

Before I can register what I’m doing, my hips roll with the rhythm of his thrusts and I start to bounce on the two cocks below me. The pressure of all three inside me is too much to bear. My body shakes as heat travels throughout my body. I lean forward, placing one hand on Cayson and the other on Bryden as I thrust faster, chasing my climax.

“I-I’m going to come. It’s too much. Fuck, this feels good!” I yell out as my nails puncture their skin, causing blood to bubble underneath them.

A hard slap lands on my ass, causing a burning sting to linger but it only enhances how horny I am for these demons. Below me, the two of them match my thrust as if they can no longer sit back and enjoy the ride. Hands are all over me, sweat beading down our bodies, the sound of skin slapping against one another fills the quiet air around us. I don’t want this to ever stop but I’m two seconds away from coming undone or possibly dying from being fucked to death.

“You were made for us, Brooklyn, Look how well our cocks fit in your tight pussy. Two cocks at the same time while being fucked in the ass by our brother. Such a beautiful sight to witness. You feel like sin and destruction." Bryden groans as he thrusts his hips deeper, spreading my pussy wider.

“Look down at our connected bodies and come with us. I want you to watch as we mark you as ours and your sweet pussy marks us as yours,” Cayson demands as the three of them thrust at the same time causing tears to roll down my face.

The last shred of control disappears as I feel their cocks swell inside me and my walls collapse. My orgasm hits the all-time peak as we release together. My body shakes uncontrollably as the flood gates open, marking them as mine as my juices cover them. I’m filled to the brim on both ends and I can feel the mix of our cum running down my legs and ass cheeks. We’re frozen in place as our chests heave up and down trying to catch our breath.

Finally, Kallen pulls out of me before he helps me move off his brothers and sets me down on the cool ground. His hands never leave me like he knows that if he does, I’ll collapse at any moment.

“You did so well. Look how beautiful you look with our seed seeping out of you.” Cayson comes to my side as he takes my chin to look down at my legs.

I should feel like a whore right now for what we just did but I don’t have it in me. I liked it too damn much. Looking down, I see the evidence of our art and can’t help a smile forming on my face.

“Next time, warn me before you shove me down on two massive men.” I give Kallen a side eye. He gives me a cheeky smile as he brushes my hair behind my ear.

“Where would the fun be if I did? Your scream was like music to our ears.” Bryden sits on the ground patting the spot next to him.

With the help of Kallen and Cayson, I instantly obey and sit next to him before he pulls me backwards. His arm catches my head as I lean back and cuddle into him. The two other brothers lay next to us. Their naked bodies heat mine from the close proximity, shielding away the cool breeze.

We lie there silently staring at the night sky filled with glistening stars. Crickets chirp all around us, soothing something inside me. Safety is what I feel with them, no longer feeling like they’re going to rip my soul to shreds. My body relaxes followed by the weight of exhaustion from everything that happened tonight.

I let myself relax completely, closing my eyes, chasing oblivion in the arms of my demons.

Chapter eleven

Rough fingertips trace down my temple to my jaw causing me to wake from the oblivion I drifted off into. My eyes flutter open to three pairs of onyx eyes looking down at me with adoring expressions. There’s a hint of pain in them as I stare back as if this is the last moment together. They’re soaking in every second we have and it almost makes them appear vulnerable. It’s honestly beautiful to see as they shield themselves with rage, dominance, and power.

“Hi,” I whisper to them, breaking the silence between us.

A soft, slight smile forms on each face before it slowly fades as their eyes drift toward the sky. Following their gaze, the sun starts to rise causing the yellows, oranges, and pinks to peek from the horizon. The wave of recognition settles as Hollow’s Eve is officially over.

I should feel relieved that I didn’t suffer the curse of my ancestors. I fought like hell to stay alive but I was also saved by the very things that I should be terrified of, three erotic, feral, sexy demons. I learned about my past, learned why my mother gave herself up and the deal she struck with the forbidden. I saw death staring right in front of my face as it tried to destroy my very soul. Then my body healed and was worshiped by three demons who claimed me as theirs.

Deep inside, though, I’m distraught. Is this the end before it really began? I realize at this moment, I’m in love with these creatures. So forbidden, so unnatural, but it feels real and raw. How can one go from fearing for my life, running and hiding from them, to being completely obsessed with their touch and scent? I sound desperate, pathetic even, but I was tethered to them since I was a baby. I knew even when I was running from them, there was a pull so deep that I couldn’t resist. But love? I shouldn’t but I do, and if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want to leave their sides.

“Don’t look so sad, baby. We’ll see each other again. Every Hallow’s Eve, you’ll follow the mist and come to us.” Bryden wipes a tear from my cheek.

“But…what if I don’t want to leave? I can stay here and we can live in the cottage?” I protest and the tears roll down my face.

They help me up from the ground, naked bodies to the suddenly cold air. Goosebumps cascade around my body and I shudder involuntarily. Bryden walks over to the pile of clothes and grabs a shirt before he comes back over to me. He lifts the fabric and pulls it on me, covering my shivering body. It does little to shield the cold but a signal that it’s my time to go.

I go to protest that I have my own clothes to wear, but when I look to the side, the fabric is shredded across the ground, nothing left to salvage. His scent invades my senses of cedar and smoke, slightly different from his brothers. I inhale savoring it to calm my building nerves.

“These woods are dangerous. Even with the Hellbound desecrated, there are other beings that creep in the shadows. The devil has more soldiers and with a snap of his fingers, they’ll come out of hiding to complete whatever demand he seeks. This is no way to live, constantly fearing what’s going to come for you,” Kallen advises as he pulls up his pants over his muscular tattooed legs.

“We won’t risk anything ever happening to you again with our selfish need to keep you. You’re ours and we’ll destroy anyone who thinks they can claim you, don’t ever doubt that. We’ll see each other again, even if it’s only one night a year. The curse may be lifted of your soul being consumed, but a new curse must take its place. Come, Little Witch. It’s time to go home.” Cayson extends his hand out to me to lead me back to the edge of the woods.

Hand in hand, Cayson to my left, Bryden to my right, and Kallen behind with his hand at the small of my back, we walk towards our goodbye. The sun rises higher, casting a glow over the thick trees. The mist completely vanishes and a light guides the path toward the edge of the dark forest. They stop right at the edge where they can’t cross over and squeeze my hand. They each place a soft kiss on my lips and step away from me, disappearing like they never existed.

The treeline grows more distant as each step brings me closer to my aunt's house. My hair is wild, stained with blood and grime. My body has bruises from the tight grip, reminding me of the final hours with my demons. I never want them to fade but they will. Dirt cakes under my nails and litters my skin. I probably smell like sex and death. A hot bath is a must as soon as I walk through those doors.

Rounding from the back of the house, the smell of lavender engulfs my senses, reminding me that I’ve arrived back to my sacred home. My feet feel heavy with each step I take, but I force myself to keep moving. I’m in a complete daze until a gasp breaks the spell. The sound of a wooden rocking chair bangs into the side of the house and hurried footsteps rush down the steps towards me.