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DESIDERIUM

Isolde, Three Months Later

I can’t believe I’ve moved back to Vexglade.

The one place I thought I’d never revisit, yet here I am.

It’s the only place on earth where I’ve truly felt at home.

Where I grew up. Where I lost myself, seeing more than someone my age should.

I found pieces of who I was meant to be here, hidden between the cracks of the cobblestone, and became stronger by the fragments hidden in the fog clinging to the trees.

It’s a town of gothic isolation marking its borders. Architecture looming with the weight of horrors, sorrows, and love. Narrow streets that call upon all that we have lost yet become a comforting hug when everything becomes unbearable.

Vexglade is as haunting as it’s beautiful, and oh, how much I’ve missed it.

With winter comes familiarity, and with its people comes comfort. And reuniting with Celine and Vernon comes a new chapter of my life where I will find who I am after them, while being with them.

I was sad to leave Janet behind, but we still talk from time to time, and she promised to visit sometime.

Swallowing hard, anticipation thrums through me like something eccentric and alive.

The castle looms before me with its massive structure.

Arched windows give way to vaulted ceilings that pierce the sky like needles, linked with a sense of antiquity stamped by how long this place has stood.

Gargoyle watches over my every move as if they are living, breathing sentinels.

Mayhem Castle is as dark and foreboding, yet oddly cozy, as the town it belongs to. Hidden deep in the forest, far from the main roads, and forgotten by the world.

And I’m standing right by its gates again after so long, a rush of energy tingling my fingertips with the nervousness eating me up alive. I’m seeing them again for the first time in three months.

We spoke, all those months ago in Silver Creek. It was a much-needed conversation that lasted until the next day, setting boundaries, unraveling truths, and talking through everything. And then, they left.

But they never once left me alone.

I didn’t see them, but I could feel their presence.

Always watching me. Letters came, tucked in those elegantly stamped envelopes, reminding me that I was never truly alone.

They gave me the space to wrap my head around this all.

The space I needed to heal and to focus on myself in a way that Casper never allowed.

I don’t miss him, but I did visit his grave, allowing myself to forgive him for everything he put me through.

Isolde and Vernon have always put my wishes before anyone else’s. They’ve respected every choice I’ve made. And now, I’m back where it all began.

Ready to start yet another chapter of my life.

This time, it’s with the people that I was always supposed to end up with. My heart wove me to them as if by fate.

The doors to the castle open as if by a gust of wind.

Inside stands Vernon in a pair of sweatpants that reveal his V-line, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

Messy brown curls frame his face, and his chest is bare, showing well-honed muscles.

Celine is beside him, wearing red lingerie, sitting in just the right places while forming her curves, matching her burgundy hair.

Their brown eyes take me in with predatory gazes, leaving me almost giddy as a smile splits my lips.

I have no idea what I’m getting myself into, but I know I need to start living. For so long, I was afraid and paranoid of even my own shadow, and I can’t keep living like that.

I refuse it.

Taking the final step into the castle, the doors close behind me with a loud thud, marking my fate.

“I’ve missed you,” Celine says, instantly claiming my lips in a heated kiss.

They lead me upstairs to the same fireplace where everything began. Slowly undressing me, I’m left shivering, a little awkward and shy. Vernon ties me up in blue ribbons again, the color of icicles littering the branches outside.

I’m left bare and vulnerable on a fluffy carpet now positioned before the stone hearth, feeling safer than ever.

“You’re the prettiest gift ever,” Celine whispers, leaning in closer.

Her breath whooshes over my nipples, causing a shiver to claim me as I shudder.

I don’t know where to go. How to act. But I know this feels right.

Taking my nipple into her mouth, she sucks gently. Vernon shrugs off his sweatpants and boxers, settling on the fluffy carpet beside me. They both pay me attention, Vernon nibbling on my neck. I can’t help the moans escaping me.

He curls his body around me, hugging me to him before turning my head and claiming my lips. Sandwiching me between the two of them, I groan in pleasure.

“Please, use me. Show me how much you’ve missed me. Please. Love me in the only way you know how, because loving means you’ll stay.”

They’re both quiet for a second, Celine’s eyes glazing over for just a split second before it’s gone. “We’ll always stay. Always .”

She wastes no time, grabbing something from a drawer that has my heart picking up its pace when I see what it is. It’s the same strap-on she used the first time. I clench my thighs together, but she tuts.

“Show us what a good girl you can be,” she whispers.

A flush takes over my cheeks, but I obey and spread my legs, leaving her smirking, satisfied.

When she lubes the strap-on, my heart escalates even more, and I begin rocking my hips against Vernon’s hard-on I feel brushing against my ass. Without warning, he picks me up and lays me gently on his chest, manhandling me.

A moan escapes me when Celine puts on the strap-on, teasing me with the tip of it. She then gently eases it inside, and I throw my head back on a loud moan that claims me entirely. Vernon takes the chance to devour my lips, hands coming up to play with my clit.

I’m grinding my hips against them both, pleasure overwhelming me after so long without these sensations.

“Have you ever had someone in your ass?”

Vernon’s question in that rough, husky voice stuns me, and I shake my head, uncertainly. I can practically feel the smirk radiating from him.

“Celine, give me the lube.”

Celine gladly obeys, and I try to sit up, but she’s pushing me down on her brother’s chest. Trapping me between them.

“Wait. It won’t fit,” I breathe out.

“We’ll make it fit.”

Vernon turns me around until I’m on my knees, spread open for them as Celine settles on the carpet underneath me. A moan escapes me as she eases inside again, but I’m instantly tensing when I feel something brush against my ass.

“Relax,” Vernon whispers in my ear.

His finger pushes inside me, sliding right in with the lube. I let out a strangled breath. It’s not until long that I feel something bigger pushing against me, screaming at the intrusion. The strap-on inside me rubs against my G-spot as Vernon’s cock enters all the way in, staying still at first.

“Fuck, that hurts,” I whimper.

“Are you okay?” Vernon asks, voice laced with concern.

“Y-yeah. Don’t you dare stop.”

Celine’s lips split into a huge grin, nodding at Vernon. That’s his cue, because they both push in and out of me at the same time.

“Fuck me,” I utter.

“Already doing it, darlin’.”

I’m completely stuck between them both, Vernon pressing light kisses to my neck as Celine begins sucking my nipples again.

They ease inside me gently, fucking me as if they’re making love to me, but there’s an urge for something more . I’ve been without them for so long that a craving need has taken root deep inside me.

Managing to grab Vernon’s hand from behind me, I guide it to my throat, urging him to squeeze. He obeys, and I feel my clit pulsing at the sensation.

“I could break you like this, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. So fragile, little traitor,” he whispers in my ear.

I only moan. Let them use me, make love to me. Heal me.

Both of their thrusts become deeper, more frantic, as if their inner beasts have claimed them. They’re fucking me until I see stars.

Celine’s eyes suddenly light up with mischief as she looks over at the fireplace. Vernon follows her gaze and groans. I bite my lip, unsure of what’s going on.

Until I see what Celine is reaching for, the flames illuminating it in the dark space.

A knife.

I swallow, yet a sense of anticipation stirs in me.

“Do you think you can take it?” Celine asks, teasingly.

I nod.

“Are you sure?”

“Just do it already,” I grunt out. “Make me bleed.”

Her lips split into a smirk, using the knife to trace my skin.

The sharpness of the blade makes me shiver, waiting for the pain I know will be met with pleasure.

Vernon continues to fuck me from behind, gripping my throat until it feels as if I will black out, just as Celine pushes the tip against my nipple.

She circles it, making it bleed, and I hiss out.

She laps the blood up, the pleasure mixing in a concoction that makes my pussy pulse.

“You’re loving this,” Celine whispers. “Does it feel good? Spilling your blood for me?”

I eagerly nod, pushing my hips down on her strap-on to make her keep fucking me. I feel Vernon growing even rougher behind me, pushing into me so hard, his pace becoming more frantic. It’s not long before I feel him spilling inside me, his moans and grunts turning me on even more.

His fingers trace the blood on my nipple, squeezing it until I hiss. I turn my head as he makes a show of putting his finger in his mouth, tasting the blood.

Fuck, they make me feel so whole.

The feeling of Vernon still pulsing inside me, Celine’s strap-on pushing into me and meeting that sweet spot inside me, pushes me over the edge until I’m falling into an oblivion I will never reemerge from.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I come on a scream, gushing and convulsing, as Vernon goes to squeeze my nipple again, and Celine lapping up the trickling blood.

They push out of me simultaneously, leaving me feeling satisfied, with a heart full of love for these tainted souls.

“ All mine ,” I whisper.

Celine removes her strap-on. “All ours. Forever.”

“Forever,” I confirm, before diving at her.

I kiss her until she grinds against me, panting. Devouring her lips, biting down until I feel the taste of something metallic.

“Your teeth are razor sharp like a vampire,” she breathes out, pleasure coating her expression. “Tell me, little traitor, would you like my blood?”

I nod, grabbing the knife and making her bleed in the same way she made me. Vernon gives me a kiss before tending to the fireplace. I lap up the blood, tasting it like she tasted mine, groaning as she grinds against me.

“F-fuck,” she moans. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me,” I whisper, watching the way she’s unraveling. For me.

And she does. Oh, so beautifully.

Later, when the world is quiet and we’re all satisfied, we huddle close by the hearth, skin still warm and our breaths still shared. Vernon’s arm drapes over me, an anchor in this twisted world, and my thoughts settle on a single, undeniable truth.

“I want to stay here with you, forever,” I murmur.

“Then stay,” Vernon replies, kissing my temple with more affection than he’s ever given me. The gesture is a promise to all of us.

Celine squeezes my hand, snuggling into me.

“I will,” I promise.

No matter what happens next, I’ll be stronger and stay with them. I’ve finally realized:

We’re the strange and unusual, bound by a love so serene.

The End