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“I need to speak with all of you. I’ve found something about The Collectors and about why they want Isolde. It’s not what we thought.”

His expression shifts from annoyed to alert. “When is it ever?” he grumbles and steps back.

Isolde is lying on the bed with William devouring her pussy. It seems I interrupted.

“What is it?” Isolde pants, and then her breath hitches violently as an orgasm rips through her.

William groans and doubles his efforts, gripping her thighs so tightly that purple blooms on her pale skin. He mumbles something I don’t quite catch.

“What was that?” I ask.

CJ answers for him. “He said, it will have to wait until he’s got his dick wet.”

I blink and place the books on her desk, my wings folding against my back as I wait. My cock goes unnaturally hard as the scene unfolds before me.

“Fuck,” Isolde screams as William brings her to the edge again.

“As you wish,” William growls, kneeling and teasing her slippery clit with the head of his cock. He suddenly thrusts into her hard, and she arches off the bed. “So fucking tight,” he groans, his thrusts harsh and animalistic.

I can’t take my eyes off them.

“Wait!” Isolde gasps against William’s thrusts. “I need all of you.” She reaches a hand out to us, beckoning.

William sneers against Isolde’s neck before he bites down savagely, sucking as he drives into her with punishing thrusts that push them both up the bed with each one until William slams a hand against the headboard to stop their ascent.

I can’t wait a second longer. I strip off and crawl onto the bed next to them. I push them over, nestling Isolde between us, and slide my engorged cock into her pussy alongside William.

He growls, shooting me a dark look, but I don’t give a shit about his possession. She is mine as well.

Her pussy stretches to accommodate us both, slick and hot, gripping us tightly. William and I find a rhythm, thrusting in tandem, as she screams. She gasps with each movement, her fingers clutching at the sheets.

I pull her hair gently, twisting her head so I can lean in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Her tongue meets mine eagerly, the taste of her sweet and intoxicating. The connection between us flares brighter, the bond that ties us together strengthening with each shared breath.

Isolde’s moans grow louder, more desperate. She’s close to the edge, and she locks eyes with CJ as he watches with lust and desire, jerking off slowly as he watches us.

Her orgasm hits with a force that makes her scream.

Her pussy clamps down on our cocks, pulsing with waves of pleasure that send us both spiralling over the edge.

William groans, his body tensing as he comes hard, filling her with his release.

I follow, my cock jerking as I empty myself into her, the intensity of our shared climax leaving me breathless.

CJ moves closer, his eyes locked on Isolde’s flushed face. He strokes himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, Issy,” he growls, his cock throbbing in his hand. “Mine.”

We pull out of her, and he grips her ankles, pulling her down the bed.

He impales her on his erect dick in one vicious thrust, still standing at the end of the bed as he pounds into her, lifting her hips higher so he can bury himself deeper.

My cock goes rock hard again, still covered with cum.

I grip it and pleasure myself as I watch them.

CJ’s thrusts grow more urgent, his grip on Isolde’s hips tightening as he chases his release.

She moans beneath him, her body arching off the bed as another orgasm builds.

I move closer, kneeling next to her as I increase the pressure of my hand, gripping my cock tighter, pumping faster.

I grunt as my balls tighten, seeing her like this, being fucked so thoroughly, is more arousing than I thought possible.

I grunt and shoot my load all over her tits and stomach.

She cries out, her body convulsing as CJ rams into her with relentless force.

The sight of her, flushed and covered in my cum, is enough to drive any of us mad with lust. I reach out and smear the cum all over her skin, marking her as mine.

CJ growls and unloads into her with a savage roar.

When he is finished, he lets her go and drops to his knees. “Give me a creampie, my sweet.”

She gasps.

I frown. “What is a creampie?”

CJ looks up at me and smirks. “See for yourself.”

I climb off the bed and look at Issy’s pussy. Cum is seeping out of her, and I groan. “Fuck.”

“Right?” CJ murmurs. “Such a filthy girl.” He swipes his fingers through it and over her clit.

She convulses, and he trails his fingers higher, covering her in all our cum.

He crawls over her, and when his fingers reach her mouth, he presses them against her lips.

She opens up and licks them clean. I drop to my knees and touch her, feeling the hot mix of our arousal on my fingertips.

I push the remainder back inside her, wanting it coating her pussy.

I make sure all of it goes back inside her before I rub her clit, making her squirm.

She is still sensitive, and I pinch it gently.

She cries out and comes instantly. My cock is raging again already, and as CJ moves from her, I fall onto her, ramming my cock deep inside her.

“Gods!” Isolde screams. “You’re going to ruin me.”

“That’s the idea, my queen,” William murmurs. “Wrecked, ruined, beautiful.”

“Ours,” CJ adds as I dump my third load with a low groan that reverberates around the room.

“Forever,” I murmur and kiss her quickly before I pull out and refocus on the research.

“The Collectors’ motives aren’t what we thought, or what we were told,” I say, getting back to business as I pull my clothes back on.

“They want to perform a ritual called the Blood Crown, and they need all of us to do it.”

William approaches the desk, still naked, his eyes narrowing as he recognises the volumes. “Where did you get these?”

“The eastern archive,” I reply. “The restricted celestial section.”

“Those texts are forbidden to all but the highest faculty,” William says, picking up the feather-bound volume with unexpected reverence. “How did you access them?”

I meet his gaze steadily. “I have my methods.”

William searches my gaze for a moment, assessing and reevaluating.

“What’s the Blood Crown?” Isolde asks, her voice cutting through our exchange. “And what do you mean they need all of us?”

I turn to face her fully, my wings spreading slightly in unconscious emphasis.

“The Blood Crown is a ritual designed to amplify a Sanguinarch’s powers exponentially.

It requires seven different supernatural bloods, each freely given.

One of those bloods is fallen angel blood. ” I gesture to myself. “My blood.”

Her eyes widen. “And the others?”

“Dragon blood, vampire essence, fallen blood. Ghost ectoplasm. Werewolf, witch, and Sanguinarch blood.”

“Dragon blood?” William repeats. “There are no such creatures here.”

CJ’s jaw tightens, and he exchanges a look with Isolde. I narrow my eyes as I observe this interaction, and the pieces fall into place.

Interesting. “ Maybe not in plain sight,” I murmur, and CJ’s gaze shoots to me with a warning look when he realises I know his secret.

I pick up the oldest volume, opening to a passage I’ve marked.

“The ritual can only be performed at a nexus of power, where the veils between realms are thinnest. Like SilverGate.”

“What does the ritual do, exactly?” Isolde asks, leaning forward with intense focus, our intimacy forgotten.

“It transforms a Sanguinarch into something beyond classification,” I explain. “The texts describe only one successful completion of the ritual, by a Sanguinarch named Damadere, who founded The Collectors. She was a female twin vampire.”

“What?” Isolde mutters.

William and CJ hiss.

“They, The Collectors, extend their lifespans using fallen angel blood. They capture fallen angels, keep them in a state between life and death, and harvest their blood regularly. It grants them not only extended life but also resistance to celestial intervention.”

“That’s why heaven hasn’t moved against them,” William mutters. “They’re immune to angelic power.”

“Not immune,” I correct. “Resistant. And only because they’ve been continuously consuming fallen angel blood.”

“Like your blood,” Isolde says quietly.

I nod.

“That’s why you’re here,” William states. “Makes sense in a sick, twisted, fated way.”

I raise an eyebrow in agreement.

“So, they’re coming here for all of us,” CJ says. “The ingredients for their ritual, conveniently gathered in one place.”

“It seems that way,” I agree. “Though I doubt it’s a coincidence. Nothing about SilverGate ever is.”

Isolde is quiet for a moment, processing. When she speaks, her voice is steady despite the enormity of what she’s facing. “What happens if the ritual succeeds? What would I become?”

I hesitate, unwilling to voice the full horror of what I’ve learnt.

“The texts describe a transformation beyond supernatural classification. A being of pure will and power. A god, if you will. But the cost...” I meet her gaze directly.

“The cost is everything that makes you who you are. Your morality, your connections, your sense of self. You would become something wholly other.”

“A god,” William repeats.

“A monster,” she whispers.

“A being of immense power but no empathy, no connection to the world it can reshape. That’s what happened to Damadere. She achieved godhood at the cost of her soul.”

“I’ll say what we’re all thinking,” CJ states. “They’re out there waiting for this Damadere bitch to give the order.”

“It seems likely.”

William studies the books spread across the desk, his expression calculating. “The ritual requires all seven bloods to be freely given. They can’t force us to donate.”

“They can’t force us directly,” I correct. “But they have methods. Coercion. Manipulation.”

“The wolf and witches part… I’m not sure of their significance,” William says.

“Isolde killed Benz, drank his blood. It’s in her. The witches, well, there are plenty of them around.”

“But not connected to her,” he frowns.

“They tortured her, and I killed them. That’s significant enough,” CJ says.

“The texts mention a counterspell, a way to disrupt the Blood Crown ritual if it begins. It’s complex and dangerous, but possible,” William interrupts.

“Here. Page 394. The Rite of Blood Severance. It requires the same seven bloods, but used in a different configuration, with different incantations. But it’s not a counterspell.

It’s a weapon. It would not only stop the ritual but potentially destroy all Sanguinarchs within a certain radius. ”

“Including Isolde and you,” I confirm grimly. “It’s a last resort, meant for situations where a Blood Crown candidate has gone rogue.”

“A kill switch,” CJ states flatly.

“Not necessarily,” William murmurs, still studying the text. “With modifications... perhaps...” He trails off, lost in academic consideration.

Isolde slides out of bed, wrapping herself in a sheet as she approaches the desk. “We use every advantage we have. We prepare for their arrival, and we refuse to play the roles they’ve assigned us. We go rogue.”

William gives her a smile that sends up a red flag. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “Unpredictability is the greatest weapon.”

“Or the most dangerous,” CJ says.

“I’ll continue researching. There may be more information about The Collectors’ methods, weaknesses we can exploit,” I say.

“And I’ll step up your training,” William adds to Isolde. “Now that we know exactly what they want, we can prepare more effectively.”

Isolde looks between us, her three unlikely protectors, a vampire who isn’t just a vampire, a fallen angel with forbidden knowledge, and a resurrected Sanguinarch with a checkered past.

I feel the bond between us strengthen, a connection that transcends the blood she’s taken from each of us. Something deeper, more profound. A shared purpose, a unified stand against forces that would use us for their own ends.

The Collectors are coming, bringing with them the threat of a transformation that would destroy everything Isolde is. But they’ll find more waiting for them than they expected. They’ll find us standing together against the tide, protecting her with our last breaths.