“You told me everything you’d done as I fucked you, driving my rage into your tight, untrained cunt. No, Erie, you don’t get to ignore me or our history anymore,” he said as I covered my ears with my hands, continuing to come around his cock as he fucked me with so much force that I’d be bruised. I fucking loved it, but hearing what I’d done to him, it haunted me as the images played out through my mind. “You boasted of how you’d murdered and ruined everyone and everything I’d ever loved, and I cried as I fought to destroy you in the only way I could. I, the King of Heathens and Beasts, cried as I fucked the most perfect woman in creation. It was then that I heard it, the insecurity in your voice, and the underlying pain as you told me what you had done. You didn’t want to hurt me; you wanted me to understand that I had no reason not to be with you. You wanted me to love you. You were alone. All alone in a world you didn’t understand or know, and you wanted what those pathetic mortals around you had. Love. You wanted someone to love you, but you didn’t understand how it worked or happened. So you took everything I loved and made sure nothing stood in your way. You were War, and, war…was what you knew, what you craved. You knew that if I were ever released from those chains, I would go back to them, so you, with your skills for war and battle, used them as you took everything away.”
“Stop,” I whispered as tears slid down my cheeks. “Just shut up.”
“You were the Mórrígan, the Goddess of War, and you were alone in a world that wasn’t yours. Men fell at your feet, except for one: me. You craved connection, and yet you wanted it freely, so you took me because I refused to kneel at your pretty little feet. I was the only man who could withstand your magic, the power that you couldn’t contain against the mortals that made them bow to your power. They worshipped you, and you wanted something real. You craved me because I was a monster, like you. I craved blood, craved flesh-to-flesh contact that wasn’t from someone being unable to withstand this magic we exhume because of what we are. You didn’t want to be alone anymore.” His mouth crushed against mine as he expanded, growing too large as he filled me until I was whimpering against him. “You wanted to be loved, and you thought that I had already found it, so you took everything from me.”
“No,” I whispered as tears filled my eyes. My body trembled, shaking uncontrollably as he pushed me over the edge, watching as I unraveled while he fucked me relentlessly. “You’re lying.”
“Yes, you did. You had every right to do it, and we both knew it. I was the only one who knew why you did it, the real reason you murdered my family. You took my kingdom, my world, and held me, prisoner. You kept me like that for years, chained to your bed, never forcing what we shared, but indulging in what I needed. You fucked me for days sometimes, and then one day, you wanted to know what it felt like to be touched, to be fucked by me. You released me, and I fucking wrecked you for hours. I made you scream until even the Gods knew I’d taken their Goddess of War and shown her what monster she had craved between her pretty, silk thighs. I broke your neck, and when you woke from the endless slumber, you were chained to your bed. The same bed I’d been chained to for over a decade.
“Of course, you had no idea what or who you’d craved, and when I showed you who and what I was, you didn’t care. I released this monster, shedding the human I’d shared his body with to face you on that battlefield nearly a decade before it. My wife, she feared the monster inside of me, which was how I learned to use a human to allow the world to see one thing, as I controlled him from within. The problem was, once I had become a part of him, I weakened without a body. So I found another who was strong enough to house me, one who craved you enough to be willing to watch what we did, and never play with you unless I allowed him to do so.
“You see, I wasn’t the only man who wanted what you would never give up. So I made a deal, because he was in love with you, and had been since before I ever stormed your rocky fucking shores. You didn’t mind the beast; in fact, you said you preferred him to humans because he wasn’t a lie. Not so with my bride, who wept when we mated, unable to even look at me as I planted my children in her womb. She hated me, and what she was forced to mate with, so I hid what I was from her, from the world. I changed to fit the world, which was something you had never done. I showed you me, the monster within, and you fucked me harder. You opened up these sexy thighs and wiggled your tight cunt, inviting the beast to play with it. I fell in love with you then, knowing that I no longer had to hide what I was to be accepted. You loved me, Erie. You loved me without care, allowing me, the King you’d conquered, live. In that time, you became my soul, the other half of me, and when I freed you from that bed, you didn’t leave or fight against me. You took me until even the beast was sated, and we were happy. You were a murderous bitch, but you had given me mercy. You just didn’t know it, and neither did I.
“So if you think you’re leaving me, think again. I will chain you to the wall and fuck you when I want to, just as you did to me. I didn’t ask for this love; you wanted it. You chose me,” he reminded me, and I exploded around him as he lifted me, stopping the orgasm prematurely as he once again flipped my body over. “You think I don’t know what is inside your mind, Mórrígan? You may have been able to play dumb, but you messed up. You killed the druids systematically and used that brilliant fucking brain of yours as you strategized, which tells me that you’re coming back already. Erie is a shield, and even though it takes time for you to come back to me after you’ve died, I can feel you here.” He placed his hand against his heart and then tapped his forehead.
I shook my head as I watched his smile turn wicked and he reached down, pinching my clitoris as I exploded again, screaming his name while his mouth crushed against mine. Memories of what he’d said I’d done played out in my head, and yet I wasn’t sure if they were memories or images he’d placed there with his words. I felt him growing, and I screamed as it burned with pain. He lifted his mouth from mine, staring down at me, and I detonated as my eyes lost focus, the orgasm ripping through me painfully violent. He didn’t stop until I was sobbing, my nails digging into his flesh as his wings extended behind him. I was so busy screaming and hurting him that I didn’t even realize what was happening around me. Something pushed against my ass, and I pleaded as his mouth lowered to my pulse, sucking it as he growled loudly. I turned my head, staring back at Callaghan, who kissed my ear as the beast claimed my mouth.
“I want to play with you, too, woman,” Callaghan growled.
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I whimpered as the beast entered my flesh again, even as Callaghan pushed against my ass, filling me. It was brutal and beautiful as the painful fullness of them consumed all coherent thought. My arms were around the monster’s neck, holding on to him as they both fucked me. I hissed through the pain, uncertain I’d survive both of them at once. I was too full, my body clenching as it burned from where they took me. Someone held my waist, lifting me as they moved me to the steady beat of our hearts. They found the perfect rhythm and continued to silently dominate me as my body hummed with pleasure and delicious pain that sent me over the edge without warning.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl, fucking take us deeper. You can do it, Goddess; you were made for us both. Do you feel us in your body, fucking your dirty holes?” the beast asked hoarsely as his glowing eyes watched me. I opened and closed my mouth, only soft whimpers escaping past my lips. “You’re not mortal, you never were, and you never will be, my Queen,” he snapped as my mind refused to accept what was happening to my body. They worked together as if they held the same mind, touching, kissing, and fucking me until I shattered so hard that tears streamed down my face. They used my arousal against me, using it so that they could go deeper, harder, faster, and all the while, I whimpered and pleaded for more.
My eyes rolled back in my head until I felt them moving me, and the beast withdrew as Callaghan moved us again, sitting onto the couch as I screamed from deep in my chest while he pushed further into my ass,
filling it until I was helpless but to lean against him. He chuckled against my ear as the beast watched him, spreading my legs as he held them apart, inviting the beast to join us again. He didn’t at first. Instead, he just watched me being fucked by Callaghan, his cock wrecking my ass as I moaned and came undone while his fingers pleasured my aching flesh. It ached, but it felt fucking unbelievable as he ruined me.
“I think our naughty little Goddess enjoys being fucked like a dirty girl,” the beast uttered as he stroked his massive erection, watching as my pussy grew wet with arousal from my ass being penetrated.
“Do you remember this?” Callaghan moaned as he slammed me down on him, using my hips to control the beat to which he destroyed me. “Do you remember us wrecking your sweet holes for hours as we took what no other man had ever tasted? I remember watching you from inside of him, feeling what he felt as he let us fuck you. I remember the first time after we’d connected as one, when I watched him doing what I’d craved to do a million times before. The sweet fucking noises you made as he stretched your cunt wide with that monstrous cock of his. I watched you taking it and pleading for more, fucking begging for more, Erie. You knew no mercy and wanted it from no one, not even him. You go to war with everything you do, including fucking us. Your body weeps to be filled, to be taken until your mind grows silent. Look how wet that naughty cunt is right now, how much it weeps to be fucked too. Come for us, sweet Goddess. Scream our names as that sweet flesh is fucked.”
The beast knelt between my legs, licking the mess they’d created as his eyes stared into mine with blue flames dancing in their turquoise depths. “More, Callaghan,” he uttered as he pulled back, pushing his fingers into my pussy as he stretched me. “Do you remember this? The feeling of being helpless, destroyed by the men you loved?” he asked as he continued to push his fingers into my body while Callaghan rode me from behind.
I shook my head as a whimpered moan escaped my throat. “No!” I sobbed, my body covered in sweat as they brought me to release and then stilled as the beast rubbed his cock against my opening. I shook my head as he watched me, his eyes searching mine until the tremors of the pending orgasm had passed. “Please, I ache for you,” I mumbled as he smirked cruelly.
“Do you remember the first time he let me out so that we could both fuck you? You showed fear for the first time. The Goddess of War feared two men destroying her tight pretty holes. You knew who I was then, that I was your second in command who had been assumed lost in battle, but I wasn’t. I’d been watching you, touching you, falling so fucking deeply in love with you as you smiled at me with love burning in your pretty sky blue eyes. I’d never felt more alive than when I’d agreed to be a part of him, just to know what it felt like to be touched by you.”
“It hurts,” I murmured as I dropped my head against Callaghan’s shoulder and rocked my pussy for the beast to take. I wanted them; I wanted them both to fucking destroy me as they promised to. I wanted them inside of me, owning me until I knew nothing else.
“We’re just getting started, Erie,” the beast warned, watching my flesh as his thick cock pushed against my swollen pussy. He pushed into my body, and I tensed, arching against him as Callaghan waited for me to adjust to them both inside of me. “You feel that? Feel how your body stretches for us both to fuck you? You’re so tight, so welcoming as you house us both in this quivering, messy wetness. Erie, you’re fucking perfect. I can feel you clenching and sucking me off already. Such a dirty little thing, aren’t you, fucking both of us. Do you want to come for me? Come on, move for us, work these cocks like you used to, sweet girl. You always did have a thing for monsters, my sweet, naughty bitch,” he purred as he leaned over, nipping one pink nipple between his teeth before he let his tongue trace the round peak of it. “Do you remember what my wife looked like before you took her head?” he asked as he lifted, showing me the pain that burned in his eyes at the memory. He grew until I was clawing at Callaghan’s thighs to get up and away from the thickness that ached and burned until I screamed for him. “She was beautiful, like my daughters.” Hurt flashed in his eyes, but also, a love that terrified me. It was two things that didn’t belong together, ever. It was a cataclysmic event that forced me over the edge, and instead of ignoring it, he rocked into my body, letting me ride each wave of pleasure as it hit and ignited in my core.
“You think to leave us after we brought you back yet again? I promise you this; it won’t happen as you expect it to. I will keep you chained up, tied to the bed to use as I wish, just like you did to me. You craved me; you took away everything I loved and kept me as your pet. Now, now you will finish what you started with me. You will give birth to my son, and you will be mine as you promised to be before. There is no escaping our fate; you made certain of it. You did this, sweet wife. You made me take vows before the Gods, pledged your love before them, and then you told the mortals how to murder you when you feared to birth my monstrous bastard into his world from your perfect body. I should have known you would resort to a way out of it because after all, you only wanted to fuck me. A child wasn’t part of our bargain. I won’t let you go again, ever. It’s my turns to do it to you. Now come, because this pussy can take a lot more than it is, and I need to give you everything.”
“I’m not her!” I growled as I clenched my body against him while he grew, watching as he stretched me until I was sure he’d tear me apart as I shook violently around him. I could feel the blood that my nails had drawn from Callaghan, and yet neither stopped fucking me even as we all tried to destroy each other in the only way we knew how.
“You are my wife! I know you are because we created you. I brought you back from death twice now to ensure you wouldn’t create chaos with your presence. You’re the Goddess of War, but you’re not the same one who slaughtered my family. You’re different; you’re our Erie now. My sweet, claimed mate who cannot escape a fate she forced onto herself by her own selfish choices. I won’t let you go, nor will you escape me again. You did this, you wanted this, and now you have us.”
Callaghan’s hand grabbed my breasts, squeezing them while the beast lowered his hand, rubbing his fingers over my clitoris until I opened my mouth to scream as white-hot pleasure made me buck against them. I went over the edge again and again from what they were doing to me. The beast’s other hand grabbed my throat, preventing my scream from escaping. I whimpered as I moaned, the pain, the pleasure, the mindlessness building inside of me until all I could do was ride their cocks as they took me to heaven and showed me the gates.
“That’s my good girl,” Callaghan purred against my ear.
“She’s so pretty when she comes undone,” the beast said as he stared down at where we were joined.
“I think we should keep her like this for a while. Make sure she feels us inside her greedy holes. I think you need to take a turn in this ass; it’s fucking amazing. So tight and needy,” Callaghan crooned as they both slowed, knowing I was on the edge of coming yet again.
“Please,” I whimpered as the room started to disappear around me. Stars exploded in my vision, taking me away from the room and into the skies, soaring past pleasure to a precipice I hadn’t known was even possible to reach. His hold loosened, and the beast lowered his mouth to claim mine.
“I do like it when you beg me,” he laughed huskily against my mouth. “I wonder how durable you are this time.”
This time?
“I don’t know, third time’s a charm, right?” Callaghan laughed.
I felt like I’d entered the Twilight Zone and was starring in the longest episode they had ever produced in filming history. My body was lifted, and the slick sound of them leaving it filled the room as I was placed onto my feet. I swayed as the beast caught me, lowering to his knees as he placed my leg over his shoulder, nuzzling into my core. Callaghan lifted the other, pushing it onto the monster’s shoulder as he buried his tongue in my pussy, fucking me as he stood up. I gripped his hair as he
laughed against my sore flesh. I stared down at Callaghan, seeing him for the first time without his beast in his soul. He was evil, pure and simple. Black veins slid over his flesh, pulsing as he stared up at me with the eyes of a demon prince, and yet I knew he wasn’t. He was the First Fomorian King, the King that had abandoned his people for a Goddess. I trembled as I opened my mouth, and the beast increased his attention to my cunt. Callaghan watched me, his blonde head tilting as my mind tried to place him.
“Callaghan?” I whimpered hesitantly as my mind struggled against the pleasure and piecing everything together.
“In my true form, my precious Queen,” he chuckled as his magic washed over him, and he watched me riding the beast’s face as he cradled my hips, holding me to him as he cleaned the mess he’d created in my core. “Don’t you remember me?” he laughed harshly as he watched me coming undone for the beast. “I shouldn’t be surprised, but then you never did notice me until you thought me some warrior you could control. I was there with you when you brought the second king down to his knees. I was an insider who watched you from the first moment you entered the court and became the Queen of the Tuatha Dé Danann. I chased you, but you never even so much as glanced in my direction. I struck a deal with the beast; I got to have you with him, and all I had to do was become his vessel. How does it feel to have fallen in love with two Fomorian Kings after you promised to murder both at one time or another?” he laughed huskily as he watched me coming for the beast who had pushed his tongue deep into my pussy, forcing orgasm after orgasm to rock through me before he finally stopped, letting my body slip down his chest. “It’s time to hear my story, Erie. Don’t worry; I’ll let you rest as I tell it,” he hissed as he pushed me towards the couch, watching as I fell down on it, my flesh swollen and bruised; his eyes burned where he wanted to be buried. “For a few moments anyway; I can’t stand to be out of you right now. Victory is only making us need to fuck you more.”
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