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Guilt.

I should have been racked with it.

Shouldn’t I?

But I wasn’t.

“Why should you feel guilty?” the grimoire whispered.

So many reasons—

My breath hissed between my teeth as Valen’s tongue swept across my swollen clit and his fingers teased against my aching entrance and then slid inside.

“Open wider for him,” Bastian murmured in my ear as I let out a moan. He held me tight against his chest and my head fell back on his shoulder as he gripped my thigh and spread my legs further apart. “Your cunt looks so perfect,” he continued. “Red and raw from being stuffed with our cocks—”

My body shuddered as Valen’s fingers curved inside me and thrust upward into a spot I’d never known existed before they touched me…

“Oh, fuck—” I whispered.

Bastian’s fingers tightened on my thigh. “Make her squirt,” Bastian taunted his brother, and then his lips pressed against my neck and his cock throbbed against my back. “Don’t you want to cum on his tongue?” he murmured.

“Yes— Yes—” I whispered back.

Valen chuckled against my pussy and lashed my clit with his tongue as his fingers thrust deep inside me—hard and fast.

Bastian’s other hand was on my breasts, pinching and plucking, making me gasp.

Titus stood at the end of the bed, watching, stroking his cock as Valen devoured my pussy. I reached for him, desperate to feel his skin under my fingertips.

“I want—” I choked out.

“What, little bird?” he asked as his dark eyes locked on mine.

“I want your cock.”

My voice was unsteady, but strong enough.

Bastian chuckled. “Insatiable little thing…”

Valen sucked harder on my clit as his fingers pressed against the softness of my inner walls, driving another climax forward.

How many was that now?

I’d lost count…

Why were you counting?

Titus’ smile was brief as he approached my eagerly outstretched hand. As soon as he was close enough, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my palm before I grabbed his cock. He groaned as I laid the flat of my spit-slicked hand against his hard length and wrapped my fingers around it.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he growled as I stroked him gently. “I want to watch you cum on his face.”

My teeth chattered as Valen’s actions sent shivers through my entire body.

Valen’s fingers curled inside me, finding that perfect spot again and again. Each thrust made my body quake with tremors of impending release. His tongue flicked mercilessly against my clit, and the pleasure bordered on pain as he drew me closer to the edge of a new sensation, one that grew tighter and more overwhelming with each thrust.

I tightened my grip on Titus’ cock, but my strokes became erratic as the sensations overwhelmed me. Bastian’s hands continued their delicious torture, one squeezing my breast while the other dug into the flesh of my thigh, holding me open for Valen’s ravenous mouth.

“Don’t look away,” Titus commanded, his voice a dark rumble. “I want to see it in your eyes when you cum.”

I couldn’t have looked away even if I wanted to. Titus’ gaze held me captive.

“Cum for us, little bird,” Bastian purred in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

Unexpectedly, a cry escaped my throat as my body convulsed; my orgasm surged through me and released the delicious, pent-up pressure. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, and Valen groaned against my cunt and lapped at the new wetness that flooded his mouth as his fingers worked feverishly inside me to wring every drop from my orgasm.

Through it all, Titus watched me, a wicked satisfaction glinting in his eyes as he witnessed my unraveling. My hand fell away from his cock as the tremors of my release rendered me boneless. Bastian’s arms tightened around me, holding me upright as aftershocks rippled through my body.

“So good,” he murmured. “Such a good little witch—”

Valen withdrew his fingers from my dripping cunt and reached up to push them into my mouth. I sucked hard on them and met his dark gaze. His chin was wet with my juices and he made no move to wipe it away. I was helplessly embarrassed and humiliated by the way my body responded to their touch—I was filthy, and it was all their fault—and I loved it.

Titus reached out and grabbed Valen’s shoulder, and pulled him back. “Don’t be greedy, brother,” he chided. “I believe our little bird has more to give.”

Before I could catch my breath, Titus hauled me from Bastian’s lap and tossed me onto my stomach on the bed. Titus grabbed my hips and hauled me up to my hands and knees, his eyes dark with lust and something far more dangerous.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he growled as he parted my thighs with his knee.

I whimpered as he notched the thick head of his cock against my entrance, still sensitive from Valen’s ministrations. Titus paused, savoring the anticipation, the power he held over me in that moment.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice a low rumble against my ear.

“Please,” I choked out. “I want— I want your cock— Please— Fuck me raw.”

Titus smirked at my desperate plea, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. “That’s my good little witch,” he growled. His hands burned against my skin and his fingers gripped me tight enough to bruise.

Yes. Take me.

Without warning, he thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt inside my aching cunt. I cried out and my fingers twisted in the sheets as he stretched me wide. He was bigger than his brothers, thicker, and the delicious burn of his intrusion set my body ablaze.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Titus groaned and his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he held me steady. “Even after taking all our cocks, this greedy little hole is still so tight for me.”

I whimpered and pushed back against him, silently begging for more. Titus obliged, drawing back slowly before slamming into me again, setting a brutal pace that had me seeing stars. Each powerful thrust drove me forward, and I had to brace myself against the mattress to keep from collapsing.

Valen and Bastian watched, their gazes heavy with lust, as Titus claimed me.

I could feel their eyes on me, drinking in the sight of my body shuddering under Titus’ assault.

It was filthy, debauched, and I reveled in it.

“Look at you, sister,” Bastian murmured, his hand stroking lazily over his hardening cock. “You take his cock so well. Such a good little slut for us.”

His words sent a fresh wave of lust through me, even as Titus’ relentless pace drove the air from my lungs. I succumbed to the sensation and my world narrowed to the exquisite stretch of Titus’ cock splitting me open, the bruising grip of his hands on my hips, and the dark pleasure of being watched—

Being claimed.

“She loves it,” Valen chuckled darkly. “Our perfect little toy, so eager to be filled.”

I lifted my head and my hair fell in a wild tangle around my face as I met Valen’s gaze. His eyes glittered with cruel amusement and barely restrained hunger. He knew the effect his words had on me, the way they stoked the flames of my shameful desire.

Titus’ hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back and arching my spine. I cried out at the delicious sting of pain that mingled with the relentless pleasure of his thrusts.

“You’re ours,” Titus growled against my ear. “This sweet cunt, this tight little body—it belongs to us. You belong to us.”

“Yes,” I gasped out, the admission torn from me. “Yours, all yours—”

“My turn,” Bastian snarled.

Titus thrust again, hard and deep, and I cried out as he pulled his cock from my dripping pussy to make way for his brother.

Bastian wasted no time, his hands replacing Titus’ on my hips as he lined up his cock and slammed into my aching cunt with one brutal thrust. I screamed, my body still trembling from Titus’ assault, as Bastian set a punishing pace. Each snap of his hips sent shockwaves through me, my breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

“Fuck, yes,” Bastian groaned. “Take my cock, you filthy little witch. This is what you’re made for.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the intensity, but I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted any of them to stop. This was my place, what I wanted—to be their plaything, their vessel for dark pleasure.

Valen stepped closer, fisting his cock as he watched Bastian fuck me with ruthless abandon. “Look at her, so desperate for it. I bet she’d let us do anything to her right now.”

“Anything,” I babbled, too far gone to care how wanton I sounded. “Use me, please, I need it...”

Valen smirked and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him as he knelt on the edge of the bed in front of me. “Open your mouth, sister.”

I obeyed instantly, and he pushed his cock past my lips, filling my throat. I gagged around his length, but he didn’t relent, holding my head in place as he fucked my face.

Valen’s cock muffled my moans as Bastian pounded into me from behind, each thrust forcing me forward onto Valen’s thick length. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe around him, my throat convulsing. But even as I choked, a dark thrill raced through me at being so thoroughly claimed and debased.

“Fuck, look at her take it,” Titus growled, watching with rapt fascination as his brothers ravaged me from both ends. “So perfect.”

Valen pulled out of my mouth and I gasped for air, saliva dripping down my chin. But he gave me no respite, fisting my hair and forcing my head back down to take him again. I relaxed my jaw, letting him use my throat, reveling in the depravity of it all.

Bastian’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed into me, his pelvis slapping obscenely against my ass with each brutal thrust. “You love this, don’t you, sister? Being stuffed full of our cocks—”

I could only whimper in assent around Valen’s cock, my cunt clenching greedily around Bastian as his filthy words sent bolts of twisted arousal through me. This was what I craved, what I needed—to be torn apart and remade by their darkest desires.

“Do you want her ass?” Bastian grunted and Valen let out a groan.

Valen pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting the tip to my swollen lips. “Flip her over,” he commanded, his voice rough with lust.

Before I could catch my breath, Bastian’s hands were on my hips, pulling out of my dripping cunt and flipping me onto my back. I lay there, chest heaving, legs splayed wantonly as the brothers loomed over me. Their predatory gazes burned into my heated skin and I reveled in the lust that I awakened in them. They couldn’t control themselves—that was what I wanted. I could endure anything at their hands… and I could sense my magic tightening around them. Bonding them to me.

Valen knelt between my thighs, pushing them further apart and pushing my knees back against my chest, exposing my most intimate parts to their hungry eyes. “Hold her open for me,” he growled.

Bastian and Titus each grabbed a leg, holding me wide and vulnerable. I was panting, my cunt clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled again.

Valen’s fingers delved between my soaked folds, gathering the slick arousal before trailing lower. I tensed as his fingers circled my tight back entrance. “Relax for me, little witch,” he purred darkly.

I whimpered as he pushed one finger past the resistant ring of muscle, a burning stretch that made me arch off the bed. Titus leaned forward to capture my lips in a brutal kiss, swallowing my cries as Valen worked a second finger inside, pumping slowly.

“That’s it,” Valen encouraged. “Open up for me, sister.”

I forced my body to relax, surrendering to the decadent burn as Valen’s fingers stretched me open. The grimoire’s whispers grew louder in my mind, urging me to give in to the depravity, to let them claim every part of me. And I wanted it, craved it with a desperation that bordered on madness.

I groaned into Titus’ mouth as Valen’s fingers stretched me, the burn giving way to a dark, forbidden pleasure. Titus pulled back, his eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction as he watched me squirm on his brother’s hand.

“She’s so tight,” Valen mused, pumping his fingers slowly. “I can’t wait to feel this little hole gripping my cock.”

I whimpered at his filthy words, my body trembling with a mixture of trepidation and wanton need. Valen withdrew his fingers, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance.

“Ask for it, little bird,” Titus commanded, his grip on my thigh tightening. “Tell him to fuck your tight ass.”

I bit back a gasp as I met Valen’s dark gaze. “That’s what I want,” I choked out and Valen’s eyes widened just a little. “I want your big cock in my ass. Fuck me, please—”

Valen withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock, the blunt head pressing insistently against my twitching hole. “Ready, little bird?” he purred, his voice dripping with wicked promise.

I nodded frantically. Beyond words, beyond shame. I needed him inside me, needed to be filled and marked until there was nothing left of me but the dark pleasure they wrought on my body.

Valen pushed forward, the thick head of his cock breaching my tight ring of muscle. I cried out at the intense stretch, my body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. He continued, driving himself into me inch by excruciating inch until fully seated inside my ass.

“Fuck, so tight,” Valen groaned, his hands pressed down on my thighs, pinning me to the bed.

The fullness was overwhelming—a delicious ache that radiated through my entire being. I was split open, impaled on Valen’s thick cock as he held himself still, letting me adjust to the intense stretch.

Titus leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at you, taking his cock so deep in your ass. Such a filthy, greedy little witch.”

His words sent a fresh wave of lust crashing through me, even as Valen began to move, drawing back slowly before thrusting in again. The drag of his cock against my inner walls ignited sparks of dark ecstasy that danced along my nerve endings.

“Please,” I whimpered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for.

More, harder, deeper—I wanted it all, wanted them to use me until I shattered.

Bastian smirked, and his hand trailed down my quivering stomach to my quivering, empty cunt. “I think she needs more, brothers. Our insatiable little bird.”

His fingers delved between my folds to find my aching clit.

I gasped and jolted at the sudden stimulation, my body already wound so tight.

Valen groaned as my ass clenched around him and his thrusts grew harder and more insistent.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Squeeze my cock, just like that.”

Bastian’s fingers worked my clit mercilessly as Valen fucked my ass.

Bastian’s skilled fingers danced over my throbbing clit as Valen’s cock stretched my tight ass, each thrust driving me higher. Intense ecstasy overcame me as Bastian and Valen skillfully orchestrated my every response.

“Look at her,” Titus mused, his voice thick with lust as he stroked his cock. “Our perfect little witch, coming undone for us.”

I could only moan in response, too far gone for coherence. Valen’s pace was relentless now, each snap of his hips burying his cock deep in my ass. The obscene slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingled with my wanton cries.

Bastian leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as his fingers continued their torturous dance on my clit. “Cum for us, sister. Let us feel this greedy hole milk Valen’s cock.”

His filthy words were my undoing. My body seized, my back arching off the bed as my orgasm ripped through me. Valen cursed, his grip on my thighs bruising as my ass clenched rhythmically around his driving cock.

“Fuck, yes!” he roared, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Take my cum, you filthy witch.”

He swelled inside me and his cock pulsed as he spilled his hot seed deep in my ass. The sensation prolonged my own release, aftershocks wracking my body as I clenched around him, milking every last drop.

With a groan, Valen pulled his cock out of my ass with a slick pop and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, my hole fluttering and dripping with his cum. But I had no time to recover as Titus grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my hands and knees.

“My turn,” he growled, his voice thick with dark promise.

Titus lined up his cock with my slick, stretched hole and thrust in with one brutal stroke. I cried out, my sensitive nerves igniting at the sudden intrusion. He set a punishing pace, his pelvis slapping against my ass as he drove into me.

“Look at you, taking my cock so deep in this filthy hole,” Titus snarled, one hand tangling in my hair and yanking my head back. “You love being stuffed full of our cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, tears of twisted ecstasy streaming down my face. “I love it, I need it...”

Bastian knelt in front of me, fisting his cock. “Open up, sister. I know this greedy mouth needs to be filled, too.”

I parted my lips obediently, and he thrust into my mouth, choking me with his thick length.

I gagged around Bastian’s cock as he fucked my throat, and Titus’s hand in my hair held me in place. Titus continued his relentless assault on my ass, each brutal thrust forcing me forward onto Bastian’s cock. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe, my body overwhelmed by the dual invasion.

“Fuck, her mouth feels so good,” Bastian groaned, his hips snapping forward.

I could only gurgle in response, saliva dripping down my chin as he claimed my throat. The depravity of it all sent dark thrills racing through me, my body reveling in the harsh treatment.

Titus’ hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp sting mingling deliciously with the deep ache of his cock splitting me open. “This ass was made to be fucked,” he growled, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust. “Such a perfect, tight little hole.”

I clenched around him, my body responding shamelessly to his filthy praise. The grimoire’s whispers grew to a crescendo in my mind, urging me to give in completely, to let the darkness consume me.

And I wanted to, I wanted to lose myself entirely to the depraved ecstasy.

Bastian let out a choked grunt, and his cock swelled in my mouth as I moaned. Titus’s cock pulsed in my ass, filling me with his cum. The room echoed with the sounds of their climax and Bastian reached down to grip my throat as his cock pulsed and filled my mouth with hot seed.

I swallowed convulsively around Bastian’s surging cock. The salty tang of his cum flooded my senses as Titus continued to pound into my ass, drawing another orgasm from me until I was shaking and sobbing from the intensity.

Finally, they withdrew, leaving me a gasping, trembling mess on the bed. Their mixed fluids dripped obscenely from my used holes as I collapsed onto my stomach, boneless and spent, my mind reeling from the depravity I’d just participated in.

The bed dipped as the brothers settled around me, their hands stroking possessively over my sweat-slicked skin.

“Such a good girl,” Valen purred, his fingers trailing up my spine. “Taking everything we give you.”

I shivered at his touch, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

The grimoire’s whispers receded to a dull murmur, temporarily sated by the dark feast of carnal energy.

Titus’s hand cupped my ass, his fingers dipping into my tender pussy and flicked gently against my swollen clit, drawing a whimper from my throat.

I turned my head to look at Titus, my hair stuck to my damp cheeks. His dark eyes glittered with satisfaction and hunger as his fingers continued their lazy exploration of my sensitive flesh.

“We’re not done with you yet, little bird,” he rumbled, a wicked promise in his voice.

A shiver raced down my spine at his words, even as my exhausted body protested.

How much more could I take? How much more would they demand of me?

“How much will you demand of them?” The grimoire’s whisper was lazy—but there was an edge to it.

As if reading my thoughts, Bastian chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, sister. We’ll give you a little break... for now.” His hand smoothed over my tangled hair in a mockery of tenderness.

Valen stretched out beside me, his lean body pressed against my side. “Rest, now,” he said.

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my racing heartbeat.

The grimoire’s whispers had quieted for now, but I could still sense its dark presence lurking at the edges of my consciousness, waiting to pull me back under.

As I lay there, sticky and sated, surrounded by the heat of my stepbrothers’ bodies, a small voice in the back of my mind screamed that this was wrong. That I should be ashamed, disgusted by what I’d allowed them to do to me—and by how much I’d reveled in it.

But that voice was very small and was so easily drowned out by the dark, pulsing need that still thrummed through my veins.

The grimoire’s influence had stained my very soul, twisting my desires until I craved their depraved touch like a drug. Laying there, my body owned and marked by their lust, I knew there was no going back. I was theirs, utterly and completely.

Valen’s fingers trailed lazily over my hip, tracing the bruises that bloomed on my pale skin.

Marks of their possession that branded me as their own. Each aching twinge sent a shiver of dark delight through me, a reminder of the depths of depravity I’d willingly sunk to in their arms.

“You take us so well, little witch,” Valen murmured, his lips brushing my ear.

I shuddered at his words, and my body responded shamelessly to his praise. It was wrong, so wrong to crave their cruel touch and their degrading words.

But I did.

The grimoire whispered to me that this was how I could control them—how I would be able to turn them against their father.

It was necessary.

And I relished it.

I needed them chained to me…

The grimoire murmured behind my thoughts.

Threats and praise intertwined.

“You don’t need them forever,” the grimoire murmured. “Only until you’re strong enough—”

And I would be.

Soon.

The room was too quiet.

Too still.

I stood alone in the velvet hush of my chambers as sweat cooled on my skin. The taste of them still lingered on my tongue. The sheets—tangled, damp, and reeking of sex—lay in disarray behind me. I had stumbled from the bed in a haze and left the door closed behind me, but the echoes of their voices still rang in my ears.

Mine, too.

Gods.

I should feel ashamed.

Instead, I felt... alive.

Sore.

Split wide open and stuffed full.

My knees had buckled when I climbed out of bed, the tremble in my thighs like the aftershock of magic.

I should feel shame.

But all I feel is heat.

And hunger.

The full-length mirror loomed ahead of me. I drifted toward it, barefoot on cold hardwood, my negligee clung to my skin. I hadn’t bothered with a robe. The bruises were too fresh. Too sacred.

My breath hitched as I reached out and touched the silvered surface of the mirror. My reflection stared back—lips swollen, eyes rimmed with the shadow of tears that had long since dried. My hair was a snarled halo, stuck to the sweat on my neck. But it wasn’t the face that arrested me.

It was the marks.

Fingertips. Teeth. Hands.

Red. Purple. Blue.

My thighs were speckled with fingerprints. The inside of one bore a perfect crescent where Bastian had gripped me too tightly. My breasts bore the imprint of Valen’s mouth. My hips were shadowed by the bruises left by Titus’s punishing grip.

I ran my fingers over the mosaic of damage.

No—evidence.

Power.

Each mark was a promise.

My skin was a map of their devotion.

"They didn’t take me," I whispered aloud. "I let them."

The room didn’t answer. But something did.

“You gave them everything. And they gave you power.”

The whisper coiled in my mind like smoke, velvet and poisonous. The grimoire’s voice was unmistakable. It had been quiet, but now… now it purred with satisfaction.

I didn’t recoil.

I didn’t flinch.

I stepped closer to the mirror and studied myself.

“You’ve already begun,” the grimoire whispered. “ See how they worship you. ”

Valen’s eyes. The way they’d glazed as he thrust into my throat, desperation edging every sound.

Titus, growling mine, mine, mine like a curse and a prayer as he split me open.

Bastian, grinning like a beast with my name on his tongue.

They had come undone in me.

For me.

I had shattered under them and somehow come out made of steel.

It wasn’t submission.

“Strategy,” the grimoire hissed.

They thought they'd used me.

But I was the one they couldn’t stop touching. Couldn’t stop needing. Couldn’t stop watching.

I could still feel their magic, tangled in mine. Blood-stitched. Desire-bound.

The bond hummed beneath my skin, a web spun tight around their souls—and they didn’t even know how securely they were caught.

I turned from the mirror and walked to the bath. The marble was smooth beneath my feet, and with a flick of my fingers water rushed from the faucet to fill the tub.

Steam billowed up to wrap me in a humid shroud. I pushed the negligee’s flimsy straps down and let it slip from my shoulders, pooling on the floor in a damp heap. I didn’t bother to twist my hair up.

I stepped into the tub and sank beneath the surface, letting the hot water scald my bruised skin.

The water curled around my thighs like velvet ribbons and I let my head tip back as I closed my eyes.

What if this wasn’t survival anymore?

What if this was the start of something else?

Something darker. Something mine .

“I could make them love me,” I whispered to the ceiling. “I could twist their hearts in my hand and squeeze.”

“You already are.” The grimoire’s voice was lower now. Hungrier.

“They want to protect me.”

“Because they know they cannot survive you.”

“They think they own me.”

“Let them think it.”

A slow, shivering smile curved over my lips.

“We can bind them in ways they’ll never escape.”

I didn’t have to fight them.

I didn’t need to run.

I would open my legs, bare my throat, and let them believe I was theirs.

And then I would make them kneel.

“That’s my girl,” the grimoire purred.

I slid lower into the water, letting it close over my breasts, over the bite marks, over the shadows of pleasure they had carved into my flesh.

Lucian wanted to claim me.

My stepbrothers thought they already had.

But they didn’t understand what it meant to give someone your blood. Your body. Your breath.

They didn’t understand what I had become the moment I stopped begging.

I wasn’t afraid anymore.

I was starving.

Let them come.

Let them believe I was theirs.

They would never see the chains until they were already bound.