Page 114 of The Forgotten

Róisin is soft and feels so different than we do, though I can see her ribs in painful contrast to her skin. Sucking on her neck, I gasp as I balance on my knees as I rut into her. Everything is softening around me as the world fades away. The only thing that matters are the people on this bed.

Reality bites, but maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll bite me. What are my brothers going to do if they can’t stop it in time? What can anyone do?

Continuing to tease and rub Róisin’s clit, my vision whites out as she comes again. Losing my battle, I empty my knot deep in her cunt, and Deacon’s fucking her throat again. Dorian presses his lips to her temple as he begins to push his knot inside of her, and I continue to rut her because my cock isn’t showing any signs of slowing down. I can feel Dorian through the thin barrier of membrane between his and my cock, and it makes everything so much more intense.

Everything comes down to moans, fucking, and her precious whines. I don’t care how long her heat lasts, I plan to be there for it all. Deacon finds his release with a yell, his head dropping back as his hips lose their rhythm. Róisin swallows down his cum greedily, moaning as if it’s the best thing she’s put in her mouth all day.

Deacon slips out of her mouth, biting his lip as he glances at me.

“Share that pretty cunt with me?” he asks.

“How?” I ask, breathing hard.

Dorian hasn’t completely knotted Róisin, and she and I both hiss as he works his way out of her asshole.

“You’re okay, baby,” he whispers. “We need to adjust. Balor, turn so that you’re on top.”

Confused by what’s happening, I do as he says while Dorian sits where I was. Lifting her ass together, I listen as she mewls loudly, her chest heaving as he reenters her hole.

“Can you be a good little omega and take Deacon in your pussy too?” he croons.

Her eyes go wide as she lays sprawled between Dorian and I before glancing at Deacon who grins at her encouragingly. It’s not creepy in any way. My anxiety spikes as she begins to look ill, and her head drops back onto Dorian’s shoulder as she whimpers.

“Does it hurt?” he asks. Nodding wildly, her fingers dig into his arms where he unconsciously wrapped them around her. “Then you need more cum stuffed inside you, baby. I haven’t come yet. Let’s fix that and settle Deacon’s cock inside your pretty cunt until you’re overflowing with all of our release.”

It doesn’t take her long to think about it before she’s reaching out to take Deacon’s hand. He moves so that he’s between Róisin’s legs with me, and raises one of them over his shoulder.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice soft and raspy. Nodding, she pulls at his hand hard. “Shit. I can’t even ask you to have patience when I can see the pain in your eyes. Hold on, I’m going to help you.”

Sliding his hand from her asshole to pussy to gather up her slick, he rubs it all over his cock before he pushes inside her cunt alongside me.

“Oh my god,” I whimper softly, my vision completely darkening.

“I know,” he grunts, moving so his arm is now around me too. Pressing me forward so we’re both hovering over Róisin, the warmth of his body helps me remember to breathe and my vision returns.

Deacon continues to hold Róisin’s hand over my shoulder as he continues to thrust and push his way further inside of her, and I can’t hold back the sounds of pleasure at how good it feels.

Dorian continues to rock his hips behind her his arms continuing to hold her as he buries his face in her throat.

“You’re doing so fucking well for us,” he praises her.

Her moan is everything. I doubt that she is praised much as everything she’s told to do is the cause of being my father’s prisoner. Her survival hinges on being perfect. She doesn’t speak at all, she dances on command, and she sits in her cage until my father takes her out to look at his perfect dancer.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper, gasping for air as Deacon pushes his knot inside of her. “There’s not enough room.”

Róisin pulls her hand away from Deacon’s to slide her fingers into my hair, offering me of all people comfort as she pulls me in to kiss her. The diversion allows my brother to stretch her cunt even further. Her fingers pull on my scalp as she loses her breath, and I drag my tongue along hers.

Sex I may not know, but I love to kiss. Making out is one of my favorite fucking past times. Róisin clings to my hair as I lose my control and begin to rut against Deacon.

“Oh goddamn,” Deacon mutters. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” Dorian confesses.

I fuck my cum back into her as I paint the walls of her pussy, knowing we won’t be stopping anytime soon. Her skin is still too warm. Róisin’s heel digs into my ass as Deacon pins her thigh against his shoulder, and she breaks free of the kiss to bite down around my clavicle. All of us cry out as her body clamps down on the cocks filling her.

“Fuck me, now you’ve done it,” Deacons whispers in a prayer, but I don’t care.

In that moment I know, nothing will be the same ever again.