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It felt like a century, even if it had only been a couple a days, while I waited for them to return. Part of it seemed absurd, but that thought was a part of me I had long since buried, that I was to stay in this place and lounge on the bed like a pampered cat or roam the halls freely as the other devotees waited on me hand and foot. It was a freedom I felt I had never been rewarded before, even if I was being kept .
I like being kept, though. As an Offering, like many before me, I came willingly with consent to do with me as Sleep pleased. Even if what he pleased was to cut me open and swallow my soul and leave me bleeding over the altar.
By the end of the second day, I began to feel better. Still a little stiff, still a little sore, but nothing a hot bath wouldn’t fix. The devotees drew it for me and laid in salts and oils to help my aching body, then stood against the walls of the room, the three of them surrounding me with no more than six feet between them. The steam rolled over the edge of the tub, indicating a level of heat that seemed just right, and I climbed into it slowly, lowering myself into the scalding water. I let the heat sink into my muscles, into my bones, and I laid back, eyes closed as I turned my face up at the sun shining through the skylight just above.
I stayed just so for what felt like a while, but likely no more than ten minutes, when something blocked out the light overhead. It forced my eyes open, and above me III careened over the tub. I smiled and tipped up my face just a little. He didn’t say anything, but I saw as one hand slipped into the milky water, felt it as it traced the underside of my breast, leaving a trail of black paint on my skin.
“V sent me to check on you,” he said softly as his hand continued up the column of my throat. “Do you think you can handle some fun tonight, little Lamb?”
My stomach fluttered at the thought. “Yes.”
III hummed, his eyes bright behind his mask as his hand trailed back down, lower, beneath the water. Black paint mixed into the bath, leaving it a light gray as that hand passed over my inner thigh, over the bite that Vessel left behind. My breath hitched.
“He got you good, didn’t he, Lamb?”
I nodded, doing my best not to whimper as his fingers traced my seam. My legs parted wider until each of my knees rested on the wall of the tub on either side of me. III let out a deep, quiet chuckle.
“You’re going to be full of us by the end of the night. You’re not ready to take His seed yet,” he mused. “But you may take ours. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I exhaled and the breath fell into a moan as he thrust his fingers inside of me, roughly enough that the water splashed. My hands gripped the edge of the tub and a moan ripped from my throat.
“Perhaps you would like a go right now.” I wanted to scream Yes, because it was the only answer I had to give. I wanted to beg. I would beg if he asked me to; climb out of the tub and scrape my knees on the tiled floor just to have him inside me. “You have no idea how badly I want to drag you out of this tub right now, bend you over the side, and fuck you senseless, little Lamb.”
With his other hand stroking my cheek. “Why don’t you?”
“Because,” he sighed, “we promised to share you when you take us for the first time.” His eyes locked on mine through his mask and I trembled as his fingers curled up, and whined when he slipped them out of me. “Finish up here and go back to your room. The devotees will help you get ready for tonight.”
He pressed a kiss through his mask to my temple and stood up, the paint half washed away from his arm and dripping onto the stark white tile as he left the room. With a huff, I slid down under the murky water, and when I emerged again it was through my bedroom door. The time between leaving the bath and getting ready didn’t matter. It was all nonessential and faded into the background as I was led to a similar room as where the ritual had been held. Five walls: blood red with black trim, and the biggest difference was the set of french doors that seemed to look out at total darkness.
The only piece of furniture in the room was that familiar throne where Vessel already sat.
III stood behind him, his head cocked, and II and IV stood on either side with their hands behind their backs.
“Worship,” III commanded, and I knelt on the floor on what little instinct I had in my short few days in this place.
Vessel, though leaned forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him. I could see him assessing me from where I kept my head down. “Look at me, Lamb.” My head moved on his command. He paused for only another moment before crooking his finger and leaning back in the throne. “Come to me. On your hands and knees.”
Again, always, I heeded his word. I pushed forward on my hands and knees, and I crawled toward him across half the room until I was forced to stop at his knees. I sat up, kneeling, leaning back on my heels, and I placed my hands back on the tops of my thighs.
Vessel gestured to III, and the man leaned on the back of the throne so leisurely I could only compare his movement to that of a feline. “Look at those eyes. Like fire, don’t you think?”
“I dare say they are.”
“Like a funeral pyre,” Vessel chuckled darkly to himself. He then motioned for II. who leaned over on his left. “Test its mouth. See if it can handle what we have in store for it.”
“Yes, Sir,” II nodded and took only a couple steps toward me before squatting down to my eyes level. “Open your mouth.” I did. And he started by placing two fingers on the flat of my tongue, the tips of them inching closer toward the back of my throat. “Does it have a gag reflex?”
“I wonder,” III replied.
II pushed his fingers further, down my throat, which was as far as it took to make me choke and blink at the tears beading at the corners of my eyes. “Not bad,” he said, removing his fingers from my mouth. “Let’s see how it does on my cock.”
Vessel tilted his head toward II. “Go on, Lamb. He’s a little thicker than the rest of us, it will be good practice for you.”
II stood up then, using one hand to unbuckle his belt and slide it off in one fluid motion. I wondered idly if the black paint went past the beltline, if they covered themselves from head to toe or just the parts of them that were exposed, until II pulled his black trousers past his hips and his cock bobbed free, the paint fading around his hips and the center of his groin and leaving his cock bare. He wrapped a hand around himself, giving the hard, thick, and uncut length of him a few decent strokes before offering it to me. My mouth was watering, wanting, waiting. I felt like I was in heat as my mouth opened for him, as my tongue lapped at the head, already dripping with precum. It was when my lips wrapped around him that he threw his head back with a groan.
“Fuck,” II chuckled lowly at the back of his throat, and helooked back down at me, his hand weaving into my hair as I took him a little further, my mouth moving back and forth in short strokes. “So pretty with something in your mouth. How about a little more?”
I opened a little wider, as wide as I could allow, and let my body relax with the knowledge of how much more of him there was to take. Slowly, though, he guided me down until I felt so full, until I was choking, unable to breathe. His cock hit the back of my throat and somehow inched just a little further. II’s hand grew tight in my hair, and he pulled at my hair, smarting my scalp as he moved me off of him. I coughed and sucked in one good breath, still connected to his hard length by a string of spit and precum. With his other hand he took the end of it and slipped it into my mouth.
“This one is good,” II said, and he bent down, his hold on me making me wince just a little, just enough that I could see the way his eyes lit up behind his mask. “Show my brothers how good this mouth is.” He let go of me, pushing me a little in the direction he wanted me to go in the process, and when I turned I let my eyes drift over to Vessel, who sat almost lazily in his throne as he watched IV get a hold of me.
He was already out, hard and throbbing like II, and while he wasn’t quite as thick, he was a little longer with just the slightest curve to him, and when he put the head to my lips he said, “Nice and slow, like a good little Lamb.”
Doing as I was told, I let him slip past my lips, over my tongue, and oh so slowly fuck into my mouth with sweet abandon. He held me softly, allowing me to move with him, and he paused to watch the way I let my head bob languidly until I saw his legs begin to tremble. He tugged at my hair, not too hard, but enough to urge me off of him, and he looked down at me, utterly breathless.
“Beautiful,” he praised, and he let his fingers drift from my hair to my shoulder, up the slope of my neck to tip up my chin. “I wonder what the rest of your holes feel like.”
“Their cunt tastes like sin,” Vessel said, his voice low as the words slipped past his teeth. His hand turned up on the arm of the chair and he gestured for me to come to him. And I crawled toward him, my hands sliding up over high thighs. “Mmm,” he hummed softly, took a hold of me, and pulled me to my feet. He tugged me close until I climbed sideways into his lap, letting his hands and arms caress me. I let him position me like a jointed doll until I was straddling his thighs and my back was to his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist as warm hands roamed over my skin.
Like he couldn’t help touching me.
Like I was his to touch.
His to Worship.
I turned my head to look at him, our faces so close that if I leaned forward just a touch, I could kiss him. My Stars, how I wanted to kiss him. But I only saw him gestures for III, who casually wrapped around the chair until he was in front of me. His tall, lithe frame dropped and he landed on his knees as Vessel’s hand snaked down my stomach, to the apex of my thighs. His fingers parted me and a soft moan escaped my lips as he dipped inside me, gathering the slickness there, wetting his fingers. I watched, jaw slack as he offered it to III, as III yanked his mask over the bridge of his nose and took Vessel’s fingers into his mouth, eyes fixed on mine as he tasted me.
He hummed like someone who’d bitten into something decadent, and slowly sucked to the end of Vessel’s fingers before popping off of them. He placed his hands on my thighs and his rough palms skated up. I felt him as III plunged his middle and ring finger inside me, Vessel’s mouth against the column of my throat, kissing, licking, making my body want to coil with pleasure. But he held me taut while III fucked me with his hand, the heel of his palm kneading over my clit in hard and slow motions, and his fingers curved inward, hitting something inside me that made my body jerk against Vessel’s vice grip.
“Do you like that?” Vessel asked. And when I could answer with nothing but a moan he said, “Use your words, Lamb. I know you’ve got better manners than that.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I like it.”
“Good, Lamb.” Vessel’s mouth hovered over my skin, hot breath beating against me. “You’re close.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“May I?” III asks, but I don’t know what for as his fingers suddenly vanished.
Vessel nodded and his arms around me grew loose. “Go to him, Lamb,” he urged me, and III already had a hold of me as he pulled me away from Vessel’s arms and brought me to face him in his lap.
With his mask still pulled up just enough to reveal his mouth and the tip of his nose, he leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. Teasing. Then one hand slithered up my back, to my hair, and he held me fast, yanked me as close as I could get to him, and he sealed that mouth over my own. I felt his tongue as it plunged into me, like he wanted to fuck my throat with it, and when he pulled back his teeth found my lip. He nipped at the kiss swollen flesh, pinching just enough to make me bleed. I yelped at the sting, at the way his hand tightened in my hair and pulled my head back to make me look at him. I saw his lips quirk up and the world around me spun as III flipped me around and positioned me on my hands and knees. It happened so fast I felt the head of his cock before I could even register the sound of his belt, his zipper, the rustling of clothes as they were peeled away just enough for him to rut against me completely bare.
“Look at him while I fuck you,” III said, fingers already braided into my hair to hold my head up and fix my eyes on Vessel. “Worship,” he told me as he thrusted into me, hard and fast, ripping a guttural moan from my throat.
Stars danced in my vision. I was still so close, so near the edge.
III’s other hand held my hip as he pulled back slowly and plunged into my again, each time harder - each time faster - than the last until he was really, truly fucking me. It was brutal. I knew by the end of it my body would be sore, bruised, bloody. The thought of it, of just the way III’s hand would bruise into my hip, tipped me right over the edge. I was screaming, clenching around III as I came, until my body felt like nothing but a bag of bones and I was no good to hold myself up. He did it for me, pulled me up on my knees, his arm around my waist, and hand around my throat. My eyes were open, even if the stars still flooded my vision, and I kept them on Vessel as III shouted into the air and stilled. I felt him throbbing as he spilled inside me, as he slowly laid me down until my cheek lay against the floor. And he laid over me, bent to whisper in my ear.
“Stay,” he said, and he pulled out of me so quickly I winced.
I did stay. I stayed with my cheek to the floor, my arms weak under me, my knees sore on the hardwood and parted wide enough that I felt III’s come dripping down my legs. I could just see over my shoulder as II knelt behind me, casting a shadow over my body. I felt his hand as it dragged between my legs, catching III’s come on his fingers and stuffing it back inside me.
“You’ll take every drop we give you,” II said, his tone matter-of-fact.
I craned my neck, my cheek scraping against the floor where it stuck with sweat, and I looked back up at Vessel. I was going to muster my strength and scramble for whatever purchase I could find, when II took my wrists and pinned them behind my back, forcing me to look away from Vessel again as something rough wrapped around my wrists to bind them. Hemp rope, I concluded as it dug into my skin with a delicious bite.
Just at the corner of my vision I saw Vessel shift, stand, and heard it as he walked around to my side, watching as II positioned himself and slid inside me so, so slowly. Vessel came into full view as I bit my lip, as II took me with slow and harsh thrusts, his hand holding me down by the back of my neck. Vessel cocked his head and peered down at me, his own dark hand reaching out to brush the hair away from my face, his index tracing my cheekbone as he grinned and II’s pace picked up. Faster. Harder. My body was tense, my jaw slack as I felt it again. Pleasure was rising, coiling, ready to burst. Vessel could see it. And he stood quickly, yanking at his worn leather belt and shoving down his loose trousers. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as his painted hand wrapped around the hard, thick, uncut length of himself. He hissed, watching me as my knees, my shins, bruised on the hardwood floor II groaned and stilled. I felt the warmth of his come as it spilled inside me, the twitch of his cock and the way his hips flexed as he stayed there, pressed so tightly against me as he reached around.
My body was pulsing, vibrating with need, and it took only two firm strokes over my clit to make my body twist and bow. I cried out, cursing as heat pooled between my legs, making me clenched around II. And I was so sensitive that as he stroked me through it I found myself sobbing. I refused to beg for mercy. So I came again, screaming unintelligibly, and all while Vessel stood above me, gaining his pleasure through my agony. Because however sweet it was,
It. Was. Agony .
Sleep, how he was watching me. Teasing. Tempting. II pulled out of me, leaving me bound and laid out on the floor, my body nothing but a puddle as IV found me. He worked at the rope binding my wrists until it fell away. He rubbed at the marks left behind, easing the tenderness and the ache. Then those hands roamed over me, fingers digging into my skin and relieving knots before they could form. “Sweet Lamb,” IV said under his breath. “You’re doing so well.”
“Perfect, isn’t it?” Vessel agreed, his voice bringing me back to the surface. I looked up as his dark hand glided over his cock from base to tip, squeezing the crown and dripping precum on the floor in front of me.
“Go ahead,” IV told me, and he let me move, let me crawl the few feet I needed to cross the floor to reach the small puddle. “Drink,” he urged me, and I let my tongue flatten over the hardwood. I tasted him, finally - finally - and I let the taste linger on my tongue until every last drop was gone and inside me. I looked up, and I was blinded again by Vessel’s wide grin, the stark white of his teeth against the black and crimson.
Then it was gone as IV’s hand grabbed the back of my neck, as his arm wrapped around me and brought me back to him. His mask was up over his nose and his mouth crashed against mine so sweetly, coaxing a moan out of me which opened me to him. His tongue brushed over my own, tasting what was left of Vessel as he dragged me into his lap. I went willingly, my arms wrapping around the back of his neck. He plunged inside me, and I gasped as the feeling of being filled again flooded my senses the same as IV’s mouth on mine, my throat, his hand dragging up the length of my waist to cup my breast and squeeze me in a way which made my core flutter around him.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck as we moved together, rocking in tandem.
Vessel circled us, hand on his cock, and I knew as I looked into the slots of his mask that his eyes were boring into mine. He held me in a trance that had my blood teeming.
“Sweet, sweet Lamb,” IV whispered against my throat. “Fuck.”
His hands drifted down my back, grabbing at my backside, nails biting into my skin. He moved me as those hands curved around my hips, and he guided me as he leaned back, looking up at me from the cold floor. His thumbs dug into the crux of my hips, holding me down as I rode him through skinned knees, the floorboards creaking under us as I grinded down. And I crashed. My clit throbbed and my core clenched tight and I tensed. I came, legs shaking on either side of IV. I screamed, punctuating the air with obscenities which surprised even me as pleasure wracked my body. IV grabbed me tighter then, lifting me, lifting his hips, and he fucked up into me once. Twice. He stilled, filling me, making me just so, so full of all of them until I felt like a blur. Like a spot of ink blooming across damp parchment.
And I wasn’t anywhere near finished. Not with the way Vessel was looking at me as I raised my head and tried to catch my breath.
IV slipped out from under me, leaving me on the floor, on my knees. Everything was leaking out, running down my thighs, dripping onto the floor. I brought my knees together in front of Vessel as he approached me, placed my hands on my thighs, and lifted my chin to meet Vessel’s hungry stare. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the rest of them circling around us, still stroking their half hard cocks as they watched. Vessel reached out with his other hand, fingers touching just under my chin, his thumb running across my bottom lip.
I was mystified and anxious, vibrating in my own skin.
“I’ll have you for myself soon enough,” he told me. But as his words landed, the french doors flew open, crashing against the walls, the glass shattering.
Vessel’s body collapsed onto his knees in front of me, but I knew better than to move. That familiar sound, a distant scream like a banshee in the night, carried in on the wind as it whipped around us as Vessel’s body lifted just so slightly off the floor. Sleep was here, crawling into Vessel, gripping him tight and twisting him into something else. When his body dropped back onto the floor, his body still upright, but his shoulders slumped, his hands limp in his lap atop his parted thighs. He lifted his head, jaw flexing, his chin wobbling. In the sudden stillness and the silence of the room I could almost hear his teeth grinding. His fingers twitched and he cocked his head, and I heard something quiet, something spoken softly under his breath which felt like a hand squeezing at my throat.
My lips parted as I stared back at him, unsure if I heard him correctly until he lunged at me. I gasped, falling back onto the floor. Vessel loomed over me, teeth bared, a growl emanating from his chest, low and predatory. I looked up, eyes wide as his body seemed so much larger, his teeth sharper. I could hear the floor beneath us cracking and splintering as I turned my head to look and saw the dark, sharp claws digging into the floorboards. And something exciting, like fear, pooled in my belly as one of those clawed hands lifted and pinched my face, forcing me to turn and look back at him.
Hot breath washed over me as I placed my hands down, attempting to push myself up and meet him, but he pushed that hand down on me, his palm flush to my mouth. There was a low chuckle and Vessel - Sleep - clicked his tongue. And he leaned in close with that cheshire grin and whispered,
“ Run .”