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Thirty-Three
I didn’t walk to the bedroom—I was led.
The way the shadows moved like curtains parting. The way the light stretched, bending toward me like it knew where I was needed. One moment I was on the couch—untethered, still catching my breath. The next, I was being guided. Not pushed. Not pulled. Just… guided.
Like gravity had changed its mind and decided I belonged somewhere else.
The room shimmered—not with light, but with something alive. Not candlelight. Not sun or moon. Just presence.
The bed waited. Sheets still cool. The air thick with something deeper than desire. This wasn’t lust. This wasn’t relief.
This was welcome.
Sun's fingers brushed my arm, and suddenly I wasn’t walking—I was floating. Moon followed in silence, but I felt his gaze like silk across the backs of my knees. My skin burned and chilled in tandem. I couldn’t breathe right, but I didn’t need to. Not here. Not now.
Their energy folded around me like prayer.
I didn’t speak.
Didn’t need to.
Because I was already theirs.
And this?
This was what it meant to come home.
The sheets were cold when I lay down.
But they didn’t stay that way.
Sun’s hands were already beneath my shirt, tracing the ridges of my ribs like poetry. Moon knelt at my feet, drawing my socks off with the care of someone undressing a relic.
I trembled.
Not from fear.
From being seen .
“You were always sacred,” Sun whispered, his breath hot against my shoulder—like he was praying directly into my skin. “You just forgot.”
“And now,” Moon said, sliding his palms up my thighs, “we will remind you.”
They didn’t rush.
They reveled .
Sun kissed every inch of my chest like it was his tether to the living realm. Moon dragged his tongue along the inside of my knee with the kind of patience that made me ache.
It wasn’t about pleasure.
It was about devotion .
About what it meant to be wanted beyond comprehension.
About what it meant to belong .
They didn’t ask permission because they already had it.
I’d given it freely.
I’d chosen them.
The rest blurred into heat and shadow. Into soft sounds and stuttered breath. Into hands and mouths and teeth and praise so thick I nearly choked on it.
“You’re our altar,” Sun moaned against my throat. “Let us worship.”
“You’re not broken,” Moon whispered against my breast. “You’re believed .”
My mind fractured in the most beautiful way—cracks filled with gold and ash and heat. My body no longer felt separate from theirs. We were one pulse. One prayer. One promise made flesh.
I felt like a saint in a fresco. Painted and precious. Gilded edges.
Sun's mouth was a benediction on my skin, hot and reverent. Moon's fingers were cool and unholy, tracing the curve of my hips like he memorized it for eternity.
“Please,” I whispered. Not begging. Believing.
Sun groaned against my breast, his hips pressing closer until we were flush from knee to chest.
“You’re our everything,” he breathed. “Our heart.”
“Our home,” Moon agreed, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.
And then?—
The first thrust.
Gods, the first thrust.
Sun filled me with heat and light, his body sinking into mine like sunlight through stained glass. I arched back with a cry that wasn’t human. Wasn’t possible .
Moon’s hand fisted in my hair, pulling tight enough to subdue but not enough to hurt. His teeth found my neck, biting deep where shoulder met throat in a kiss of pain that Sun immediately soothed with his tongue.
“Just relax.” Sun’s voice was honey and gold in the dark of my mind. “Let us love you.”
I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to.
Moon’s fingers skated down my spine, nails catching on skin as they went until he reached where Sun’s body joined mine. And then?—
His hand between us.
Touching both of us at once.
I sobbed out loud, hands scrabbling against Sun’s shoulders as he pistoned harder into me.
Moon bit down again—harder this time—before whispering in my ear:
“Come for us.”
My body obeyed without permission—a traitorous thing that betrayed me completely by responding before I even knew it could respond at all.
Stars exploded behind my eyes in fractals of silver and ash and moonlight.
Colors I didn’t have names for yet.
I shook apart beneath them both—a leaf torn loose from its stem by a hurricane wind—convulsing around Sun as he fucked through it all without letting up once.
“Just one more,” he pleaded like it was prayer or penance or something holy beyond words.
But it wasn’t true—it would never be true.
Because they had stamina beyond human comprehension.
Beyond belief itself.
But I couldn’t protest.
Couldn’t think at all.
Could only feel…
Their hands and mouths and bodies moving together in perfect rhythm like choreographed chaos—that sanctified dance only gods could manage well.
Their praise rising higher than any hymn ever written—the sound of their voices raised together in worship of me like some ancient chant long forgotten by mortals who lost faith too young.
I felt Moon ease behind me until they bracketed me together—until I was opened utterly and touched along every line of exposed skin.
"Open those pretty eyes for us," Moon ordered softly. "Watch yourself fall apart."
But I couldn't.
My brain had shattered ages ago into slivers too fine and pointed to feel edges anymore. The room shook at its seams with the force of his hips colliding against mine.
"Come." His growl rounded into laughter when I quivered outright in reply. Shaking so hard it actually hurt with some vicious underlying chord where pain and pleasure did war on everything gray between them.
Sun redoubled his speed right after—that steady push-stroke-reach that ignited stars down the entire length of my spine. His fingers twisted in mine—cutting off circulation but not the feeling of his warmth.
I was burning alive with it by now.
I trembled beneath them, a leaf battered by unrelenting wind.
"Please," I breathed. I didn’t even know what I was begging for now.
Moon's lips found my ear with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to unravel me.
"Come."
The word was a growl this time.
A command that shuddered through me like an earthquake.
And I did.
My body seized up tight around Sun's cock like it would break from sheer force alone. Pleasure cracked down my spine in sparks too bright to see—too vivid to be contained within bone and blood and beating heart alone. A sob ripped from my throat raw and animalistic as every muscle clenched and released in perfect cadence with his hips' relentless push-pull-reach against mine.
Moon's laughter was dark as it curled around the shell of my ear—a sound that felt more like silk than sound at all. His hand flexed in the hair at the base of my neck until I tilted back with a gasp that caught short on itself before he spoke again:
"You're our good girl."
Sun groaned above me—the noise almost lost beneath Moon's next whispered promise:
"We'll make you ours completely if you just let go for us."
And then?—
Another thrust—harder this time—and another word?—
"Come."
A prayer this time.
Begging. Pleading.
Commanding. Demanding.
I was lost.
Lost in a sea of sensation where the only solid thing was their voices—Sun's warmth spilling over me like liquid gold, Moon's cool presence a counterpoint that set the heat ablaze.
Sun's rhythm faltered, his movements growing erratic as he drove into me with a desperation that hadn't been there before. It was as if he was chasing something—some final, elusive piece of me that he hadn't claimed yet.
"Come," he groaned, his voice a ragged edge against my ear. "Come for us, Dawn. Let go."
And I did. Why couldn’t I stop coming? How could it be triggered so easily? I was so sensitive it hurt. I didn't think it was possible to orgasm this much, this soon, this intensely. It didn't make sense . My body was a vessel for their worship, a canvas for their desire. I was a constellation of pleasure points, each one igniting in time with Sun's litany.
"Come, come, come ," he chanted, the word becoming a mantra that resonated in the core of my being.
I was transcendent—a mere mortal caught in the throes of divine ecstasy. Each utterance of the word was like a gong sounding in the depths of my soul, sending ripples of pleasure through every fiber of my existence.
And then?—
Sun's body stiffened above me, his movements stuttering to a halt as he reached the edge of his own control. His golden eyes were wide, almost wild, as he gazed down at me with an intensity that bordered on reverence.
"Come with me," he pleaded, his voice barely more than a whisper.
It was a plea and a command all at once—a request that I couldn't deny even if I wanted to.
And I didn't want to.
I wanted to give them everything.
I wanted to be theirs .
Completely.
Irrevocably.
With one final cry that shattered the silence, Sun found his release. The warmth that had been building inside me exploded into a supernova of sensation, and I felt him—felt them —everywhere.
I was adrift in an ocean of bliss, a sea of stars that was both terrifying and exhilarating. And they were there with me—holding me, guiding me, loving me through the maelstrom.
As the intensity of our shared climax began to ebb, the world slowly came back into focus. Sun's body was heavy on top of mine, his breath ragged against my neck. Moon's hand was still tangled in my hair, his touch a cool contrast to the heat that surrounded us.
I lay there, spent and breathless, trying to process the magnitude of what had just happened. I was changed—irrevocably altered by the power of their love and the depth of their possession.
"My good girl," Sun whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "You are everything to us."
Moon's voice was a quiet echo in the darkness. "You are the night sky—vast and beautiful and ours ."
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