A complete tripling with Titus and Reno coming inside her would satiate them too much. Their energy would multiply, and the wrath they would deliver to the Conclave would be a total massacre. She had to remember that, no matter how good this felt.
Yes, there would be pleasure for Titus and Reno, but no climax. Those were the iron-clad rules. Her safety depended on the step-by-step ancient protocols. Later, the two prisoners could fist themselves, if they so desired. The Conclave and Feandan would allow nothing more. Now that she saw their slavery and their agony for herself, the cruelty of her new position felt like an anchor, sinking her to the bottom of a cold, dark ocean.
A mental picture from Titus blasted her, filling her mind, pulling her from her guilt. She was under his naked body. His hold on her was commanding, absolute, as he kissed her deeply, controlling her body, her orgasms. I want her to submit everything to me. Insane, but God, help me, I do want her.
The passion in his thoughts made her dizzy with hunger. She ached with a regret she didn’t understand but couldn’t deny. Tears welled up in her eyes. She cursed the day she’d been chosen for this role. But that didn’t change anything. Conflicted or not, she was trusted to see this through. If she didn’t, The Conclave would choose another to take her place. She would die, and her immortals would still suffer at another priestess’s hands. This was her fate. Titus knew the score. Reno would learn it. She must keep moving forward. Like it or not, for the next several years the three of them would be locked collectively in this less-than-perfect dance.
Continuing the ritual, Lillian leaned forward and kissed Titus’s nipples. She pressed her pussy against his meaty dick. She needed it inside her. The feel of his cock pressing on her folds exhilarated her. Gooseflesh popped to life on her skin. The slickness from her core covered his shaft. His face showed the immense hunger inside him.
She spoke the words from the book, “Crouch down, shade. Touch me from behind.”
She listened to the chains rattle, and then she felt Reno’s cock against her backside. She’d have to get the lube from the table soon. She’d hated the thought of this act before, but now, with the spell in place, she couldn’t wait to feel a hard cock pounding into her ass.
Her training had been specific about what was going to happen, but not on how it would make her feel. Anxiety and excitement merged together inside her to create some new kind of emotion she couldn’t clearly define or easily control.
Reno’s thoughts slammed into her. She’s innocent in all this, that’s clear. A virgin. Why is she doing this? “Sweetheart, let me help you. Unchain me and I’ll—”
Reno, she knows exactly what she’s doing. Titus’s words exploded in the back of her head.
Lillian stiffened and froze in place.
“Stage fright?” Titus whispered, his hot breath warming her shoulders. I can’t endure another minute. Whatever spell she’s put on me is driving me mad with desire. She needs to get on with this horror or leave.
His tone and thoughts made her tremble, but she sensed that the misery of his isolation and suffering had driven any compassion out of him long ago. With the chains in place, she should be at ease touching his body, but she wasn’t. And yet, she wanted to touch him, feel him, reach him. But she doubted anyone could ever really get inside him.
Trying to sound brave, she stated, “No stage fright. Just easing into it. My pace, not yours.” She hated saying that last part, especially when it was a lie. Titus seemed the type to give commands, not take them.
What kind of orders would he give her if their roles were reversed? A vibration began in her core, rolled up into her belly, and to the surface of her skin. She feared the fresh rush of arousal that coated her thighs had nothing to do with a spell and everything to do with him.
Once again, she pressed her pussy against Titus’s dick.
His deep, strong thoughts rolled through her. Fuck! That feels too good. Inch down on me. Clasp me deep inside your pussy.
With every one of his thoughts burning inside her mind, her body sizzled with want. Wrapping her fingers around his loaded balls, she squeezed. First, gently, then a bit harder.
Titus smiled. “Not bad, for a virgin.” Not bad? Fucking amazing.
She reached back and did the same to Reno’s. He flinched only a bit. The two amazed her. In other circumstances away from here in the real world, she could imagine losing herself to them. They would take over and she could submit. She wanted that.
Though she tried to keep her mind under control, she failed. Titus and Reno’s combined masculinity burned through her. She couldn’t deny her own eagerness and lust for the two naked men. Before coming here, she wouldn’t have believed it possible, but everything about them called to her.
Tingles don’t lie. But I’m forbidden to think of Titus and Reno as anything but objects, two means to a single end.
Reno held his breath, waiting for her with desire carved into his angled features. His anticipation cut her like a knife. Did he believe that he would get to fill her up with his seed? Probably. Titus knew better.
Beads of perspiration dotted their muscular bodies. Lillian tweaked her nipples, imagining the two prisoners’ hands were touching her here. There. Everywhere. Despite the fact it could never happen, a delightful shiver ran up her spine and down again at the fantasy. She moved her hands over her pussy, pressing on her clit. Her body heated to a roaring inferno. She was no damsel in distress, lacking any idea of what sex was. The exercises had prepared her. But knowing and participating were two different things.
Reno’s thoughts came into her faster and clearer. She’s like a goddess. I’ve got to fuck her. I need to be inside her. Now!
Titus’s thoughts were fewer and less clear. Pain comes next. Sex. This one is very dangerous. More than any before. Suffering is all that is left for me.
The depth of his darkness terrified her. She considered stopping, but The Conclave would never tolerate failure to finish the ceremony. They’d secure the immortals’ power with or without her acquiescence. The book mentioned one unwilling high priestess that had been chained and beaten into submission. The cruelty of her peers, usually reserved for abominations, would turn on its own when necessary.
Suddenly, Lillian felt electricity dance over her skin. The room seemed to rock hypnotically back-and-forth. Energy amassed around the two males. She could see pulses of silver light shooting out of the phantom and gray smoke rushing from the shade.
Her slit moistened. Impulses, deep within her, hungered for more. Tonight’s experience was so much more intense than masturbation.
She wiggled off of Titus’s body.
He craned his neck off the floor. “You think you’re ready for this, high priestess?”
She wasn’t, but nodded anyway. She walked to the table that had all the sexual devices, and took one of the bottles of lubricant. She squeezed a healthy amount into her palm. Staring down at the slick liquid, she wondered how many women outside The Conclave lost their dual virginity on the same night.
She applied the stuff to her ass ring generously. Now, she had no more reasons to delay. Oh God!
She returned to Titus and Reno. She squirted more liquid in her palm, and then slickened up Reno’s cock with long, slow strokes. His moans pleased her. Next, she placed the bottle by Titus’s feet.
I need to be inside her, if only for a moment. Titus’s words rolled through her.
He and Reno wanted her, and she wanted them. Her hands trembled, but she didn’t care. She craved to have them inside her. Not for The Conclave or the power, but to satisfy her needs and to know what it meant to be a woman. The spell pulsed around her, making her crazy with want, but the emotion she felt had nothing to do with the spell.
She trusted the enchanted chains holding Titus and Reno would stay intact, but as she worked her way back in between them anxiety caused her to shiver. Their rock-solid bodies hemmed her in, but only their breathing and hard cocks revealed the titanic craving caged inside them. Ins
tinctively, Reno crouched into position and Titus thrust up off the floor.
She could feel both their cocks pressing against her, Reno’s against her ass cheeks and Titus’s against her mound.
A touch of panic twirled in her belly. The time had come.
“Sweetheart, just let me have one hand free. You shouldn’t have to arouse yourself. I can help you enjoy this.”
Using her hands, she guided the tips of each of their dicks to her entrances. This is too much to ask of me. “I’m really scared. I don’t want to hurt either of you, but I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“You really mean that.” Titus’s frown reflected his surprise.
Certainly she couldn’t be the only high priestess to show any fear or sympathy. “I do.”
“Then let us come inside you.”
She choked back sudden tears. “It’s forbidden.”
“Shh. I know, but there’s another way.”
“Stop talking. You’re trying to trick me. It’s all in the book.”
Titus’s gaze never faltered from her. “No. You’re the first to ever show any compassion or remorse. I never expected anyone like you to come to this cell.”
“We’re not going to get to come inside her?” Reno’s frustrated tone undid her.
In her head, she knew he wouldn’t die because she withheld his climax, but the thought of not connecting with them completely somehow disarmed her. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“That’s how it works, shade. She’s troubled by it, but she’s still a member of The Conclave. We can’t expect anything else from her.”
“I’m not like them. Really, I’m not.”
“We’ll see, high priestess.” Titus closed his eyes. “Do what you came to do, and be done with it. I want to feel your pussy around my dick.”
Her bloodliner passion would not be quelled. She’d saved herself for this very moment. The time had finally come. Their dicks knocking at her openings sent sparks dancing up and down her arms and legs.
Reno’s thought drifted into her. I’ve never wanted a woman more than Lillian. Ever.
Shade, we can’t let her know how much we desire her.
All resistance dissolved. She took a deep breath and brought her pussy down hard on Titus’s cock. His intrusion ripped her apart. Her tissues rent. The strain and discomfort jolted her. Fresh tears fell. It shouldn’t be like this, impersonal her taking but not giving. But Lillian gritted her teeth and pushed down on Titus until she’d stuffed his entire dick inside her.
The immortal closed his gray eyes on a hiss of pleasure. She could feel him down to her core. Bit by bit, the shock subsided and an ache ramped up inside her. She felt ravenous for more. She’d never imagined it would be like this.
Titus growled, “My God, woman, you surprise me.”
She could see her red energy spreading out to him, and his silver light to her. No time to wait for her body to fully sync-up with the pain and pleasure of the penetration before taking Reno into her backside.
Christ, she’s amazing! Titus’s thought pushed her past her fear. Speaking the magic words, she released one of Reno’s wrist cuffs.
“What the hell?” The shade’s surprise evident in his tone.
Lillian bit her lip as she looked at him over her shoulder. “Feandan would kill me for less, but you promised to help me. I hope you meant it.”
“I mean it, sweetheart. Stand up.”
Without hesitation, she obeyed.
She risked a glance at Titus. Shock spread across his face as she leaned her back into Reno’s body.
As Reno’s lips feathered across her neck, he used his unchained hand to graze her nipples. Next, he gently massaged her breasts.
More heat than before rolled through her belly. “That feels so good.”
“High priestess, you know Feandan won’t wait much longer.” Titus’s demeanor seemed wracked by confusion. “You must finish the ceremony before he returns.”
Titus was right. She shouldn’t talk to them, much less confide, but they shared this experience and she had no one else to trust. “Anal sex terrifies me.”
Reno petted her. “Just breathe deep.”
She took in a long breath, and then exhaled. “I like that.”
“Slower.” Titus demanded. “Now, spread your cheeks and move your tight little ring against the tip of Reno’s dick.”
Again, she complied.
“Fuck. That feels amazing.” Reno’s voice shook.
“Reno, grab her thigh with your hand.”
“This ain’t my first ride, partner. I know what to do. I can take it from here.”
Lillian felt Reno’s hand on her thigh.
Reno kissed the back of her neck. “Push into me. Get the head of my dick past the tightness.”
She shifted back, and pressed, taking his dick into her ass.
Pain. Sharp.
Instantly, she jerked off his cock and stepped forward.
“It’s way too much. I can’t.” She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
“You must, high priestess. Sure, you have forty days but you have to get past this before you can move on to siphoning our energy. If you don’t, you and I both know what happens.”
Was Titus trying to help her? “I know.”
The phantom grimaced. “You took way too much of him. Try again.”
Reno’s soft tone calmed her. “This time, just take me a sliver at a time.”
“Yes.”
Again, she spread her cheeks. His arm wrapped around her belly, and he gently pulled her into him. The pain returned as his dick slipped past the ring. She slid more and more of him into her, slowly this time. She’d never felt so filled. Every inch of her seemed utterly stretched.
Gradually, the pain eased, and in its place something new took hold of her. What? Bliss. Want. Hunger. Rapture. And more.
“Reno, she must take us both at the same time. Feandan will know if she doesn’t.”
“Okay. Kneel down and take Titus’s dick inside your pussy again, sweetheart.”
“All right.” Lightheaded, she shimmied back in position on Titus. “Please, Titus.”
“I won’t hurt you, Lillian.”
Relieved that he’d understood her unspoken plea, she slid her clit against the tip of his dick. Tingles leapt through her body. She aligned his cock with her waiting slit and impaled herself. The friction made everything inside her light up like a thousand rockets launching into space.
Reno crouched over her, and positioned his dick to enter her from behind again. “You ready?”
“Y-Yes.”
His dick slipped into her backside like it belonged there. She shimmied back and forth on their dicks.
Faster. Faster. Faster.
From beneath and behind they assisted, always delivering a bit more than she thought her body could handle, but she adjusted. Reveled. Heat filled her up.
Her body tightened, tightened, the ache swelling inside her until she jerked and screamed. This is an orgasm! God, yes!
Lillian sensed the two men were about to come, too. Please, let them! Just this once.
Feandan’s voice cut through her delicious dizziness. “Enough!”
The attendants pulled Lillian from between Titus and Reno. It struck her suddenly that she’d let the lust spell fade. She should’ve kept it up, but somehow it had been forgotten. She hadn’t needed it. She’d wanted the two immortals and they her. God, Feandan could never know that. She slumped to the ground, as after-pulses continued to roll through her.
Not just that, but power. Real power. A victory for her, the new high priestess, but at what price? She glanced at Reno, then Titus. The agony on their faces hurt her more than it should.
“Did you succeed in siphoning power from these abominations?” Feandan asked.
If the high priest had power to spare, he could’ve seen for himself, but he was low due to the battle to subdue Suzanne’s killers last night.
Lillian couldn’t let Feandan know that
she’d fully succeeded. Not now. She couldn’t bear him touching her. So, she lied. “I didn’t succeed tonight.”
Feandan glowered at her. “How did the shade get his hand free?”
She opened her mouth to confess, but Titus spoke first. “Immortals have more tricks than you know, bastard.”
The high priest sent a bolt of energy into Titus’s chest, and his body bowed as he grimaced in agony.
Lillian’s heart burst in two.
Titus, are you okay? She listened to Reno’s thought.
The phantom answered, I’ll be fine.
Reno continued, Tell me what happens next?
The two immortals’ minds were ablaze with anger and hunger. Clearly, they didn’t know she could hear their thoughts, or they wouldn’t have silently conversed with each other.
Titus sent, There’s nothing next.
So this is hell? Reno’s thought buzzed like a wasp’s nest.
Yes. Titus’s thought was accompanied by a far-reaching anguish.
Lillian’s heart submerged into a dark, cold, and lonely corner deep inside her she’d not known existed. This was hell for her, too.
Chapter 5
51) Immortals need humans for life essence. That requires a triad. Think of the laws governing electricity and its flow between positive, negative, and conduit. The same is how the energy is created and transferred. Two immortals and one human create this transaction of force. It is called a tripling. We now understand why our ceremonies work to keep the power from the immortal abominations. If the conduit is removed after the energy is created but before it can transfer, the power remains with the human.
The Book of Timu: Verse 51—of The Conclave’s 1925 additions to the book.
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“You’ve come a long way from thirty nights ago when you first became our high priestess.” Feandan’s false praise sickened Lillian.
The narcissistic bastard could go fuck himself for all she cared, but she just nodded and smiled.
Has it only been thirty nights since the initiation ceremony? She was not the same woman that she’d been that night.
Feandan sat across from her in a throne-sized wingback chair, twirling his brandy in the crystal glass. She sipped her Earl Grey, hoping to seem calm, though a tempest swirled in her head.
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