Page 101 of Heartless Heathens

“Hello beautiful girl.” I breathed in her sweet scent and she wrapped her arms around my waist to greet me as she often did when I walked through the doors.

She was wearing a black pleated skirt that came up high on her waist and a skintight mesh shirt with a stringy black bra underneath. She wore a sterling silver necklace with a large spider hanging from the chain, its legs so intricately real I couldn’t help but reach out to hold it.

It was heavy in my hands.

“Where did this come from?” I said, smoothing my fingers over the spider ritualistically while it triggered something deeper inside of me.

A memory I’d buried long ago.

She tilted her head at Corvin who shrugged.

“It looks good on her, better than collecting dust in a box.” He was right.

It looked right on her, it made her eyes brighter and her skin more golden. It called to the light inside of her without dissolving the darkness that was there as well. I pulled on the chain and brought her closer to me.

“Why do I feel like you’ve been everywhere but with me lately? You makin’ me miss you on purpose Mina?” I breathed quietly into her ear and she didn’t bother to conceal the soft smirk growing on her face.

“Why would I do that?” she said with a sheepish look on her face that made me want to eat her up right there.

“Hmm.” I moved closer to her. “Because you’re as devious as you look, no matter how much you try to hide it.” I ran my hands over her body, forcing a quiet whimper from her. “Did you miss me too?” I whispered and she bit her lip in response, fighting the smile that I could see wanted so badly to show itself to me.

“We need to talk.” Sonny cut through from behind me like a record scratching in the distance.

Her mood shifted dramatically, and her expression sobered. She glared knives at him, but he ignored her chosen demeanor and went on.

“Sit.” He gestured her to the couch, and she took her place next to Corvin.

He wrapped an arm around her in a protective way that looked too natural for them, she leaned into him. She trusted him with her more than we did, despite the fact he almost killed her the first time they’d met. She never brought it up, never held it against him. Romina was like that, there was a well of understanding, forgiveness, and compassion inside of her that didn’t run dry. Despite how much the old bag of bones had tried to shape her in his image.

Somehow Sonny had managed to dig beneath the well, instead he’d found a drought. It was his own fault he never let himself feel anything for anyone at all other than the sheer codependency that bound us together.

She would be his ending.

I bought tickets to the show.

“Our families have existed for a long time. We are the center of our own… religion. If that’s what you want to call it.” He began to explain the history of the Satanic Shrine as plainly as he could and she nodded her head with each time he stopped to check her for understanding.

I sat next to her, placing my palm on the inside of her thigh and relaxing back into the couch. Sonny was rambling on, and I drowned him out, tracing circles on her sensitive skin with just the tips of my fingers. Her head tilted down just slightly and she pressed her lips into a flat line, letting me know she was more focused on my hands than Sonny’s mouth.

I raked my fingers north, her thighs instinctively clenching together as her breath hitched from the motion.

“With the virus, we lost a lot of power, a lot of our control. We lost too many members. Do you understand?” he asked and she didn’t answer. “Are you listening, Romina?” He raised his voice and she snapped out of the trance she’d been in.

“Hmm? Yes. Lots of power.” She parroted back as best as she could and Corvin choked out a laugh.

Sonny narrowed his eyes but continued explaining our function, our ethos, and our goals while I gently drug my fingers to her center. Feeling the heat exuding from her core through the fabric of her underwear, I pressed against her already swollen clit. She whimpered, her hand squeezing tight against the muscle of my thigh.

Sonny’s eyes darted down to my hand, but he didn’t stop his long lecture, going from the history of how we began to how it seemed like the end of our society was inevitable with the loss of Arlan Black’s heir, never once telling her the truth of who she really was. I dipped my fingers inside her underwear and Corvin cleared his throat, his arm tightening around her shoulder.

It was like a game, Sonny stopping to question her every few words to make sure she was paying attention, and me doing my best to distract her. My fingers slipped through her slickened folds, moving up and down as slowly as possible to drag out her pleasure.

“And when Arlan says he wants something, it’s not up to us to tell him no. Okay?” he asked her just as she dropped her head back to revel in the sinking pleasure.

“Y-yes,” she gasped out and I chuckled.

I hooked my foot inside of hers and pulled her leg towards mine. As if he knew me too well, my brother had already followed suit, understanding my game and anchoring his foot on the inside of her other leg, making it impossible for her to clamp her thighs shut. Sonny’s eyes couldn’t avoid looking down while we exposed her cunt to him, and he lost his train of thought momentarily.

I sank two fingers inside of her and she lost her composure.