Page 74 of Psycho Obsession
“Open for us, Hallow,” Ryker commands, his voice a low, jagged thrum.
Jex stays buried halfway inside me, his hands hooked under my thighs to hold me suspended and wide, creating a gap that feels like an empty wound. Ryker steps in close, his body heat a physical wall. He doesn’t go for my mouth or my hands. He positions the heavy, blunt head of his cock right at the entrance, pressing against the underside of Jex’s shaft.
I let out a broken, high-pitched wail as Ryker begins to slide in.
The sensation is a total, mind-obliterating stretch. I am being filled by two brothers, their skin sliding against mine and then against each other. It’s a tight, agonisinglyfull friction—a wet, rhythmic slap of meat on meat. As Ryker pushes deeper, his cock rubs directly against Jex’s, their veins braiding together inside me, massaging one another as they invade every hallowed inch of my body.
“God… oh god, I’m splitting… I’m breaking…” I sob, my head thumping against the vibrating metal wall.
“You’re not breaking,” Jex rasps, his face inches from mine, his sweat dripping onto my lips. “You’re being filled. Finally.”
They start to move in a coordinated, devastating rhythm. When Jex thrusts deep, Ryker pulls back just enough to let him pass, their shafts sliding against each other with a thick, internal friction that feels like a live wire being dragged through my core. They are massaging each other through my walls, using my body as the vessel for their shared, dark reunion.
I can feel the heat of Ryker’s cock against the top of my canal and the heavy weight of Jex’s against the bottom. Every time they meet, they grind together, the pressure on my clit doubling as their combined girth stretches me to the absolute limit. The blood Ryker smeared on my thighs acts as a slick, copper lubricant, making the sound of their double-entry a dirty, squelching wetness that drowns out the hum of the engine.
“Look at them, Dad,” Ryker growls over his shoulder, his thrusts becoming faster, more violent. “Look at how well your sons work together.”
The old man is a frantic, weeping wreck, his eyes bulging as he watches the rhythmic, blood-slicked friction of the two men he tried to destroy. I am a mess of whiteskin and red blood, my hips bucking uncontrollably as the double-stretch sends me over the edge of sanity.
I’m screaming now, a long, harrowing sound of pure, unadulterated release. My internal muscles clamp down on both of them, a frantic, rhythmic seizure that has them both groaning, their hands clawing at my skin as they fight to stay inside the storm. I am shattered, possessed, and finally, truly, fucking buried.
The air in the submersible is a thick, humid fog of ozone and iron, but I can barely breathe through the sheer, physical density of them. I am stretched to a point beyond pleasure, beyond pain—a raw, beautiful tension that feels like I’m being rewritten from the inside out.
They move with a slow, synchronised cruelty. Jex pulls back until he’s nearly out, the vacuum of his exit making me whimper, only for Ryker to lunge forward, his thick, corded length sliding against Jex’s retreating skin. The internal friction is devastating. Their veins are braided together inside me, two hot, heavy pulses massaging each other through the thin, screaming walls of my pussy.
“Look at her eyes, Jex,” Ryker rasps, his hand reaching up to pin my head back against the metal. “She’s gone. There’s nothing left in there but us.”
Every slow, deliberate slide of their combined girth feels like a tidal wave of white-hot static. I can feel the ridge of Jex’s head scraping against my G-spot while Ryker’s shaft grinds against the roof of my canal, the two of them working me like a vice. The blood on my thighs has turned into a tacky, copper silk, making the sound of their entry a deep, visceral squelch that vibrates in my very bones.
“I’ve got you, Hallow,” Jex groans, his teeth snappingat my collarbone. “I’ve got you so full you’ll never feel empty again.”
He thrusts, a slow, agonisingly deep surge that buries him to the hilt, while Ryker remains anchored, the two of them filling every hallowed hollow of my body. My internal muscles are in a state of permanent, vibrating shock, clamping down on them in a starving rhythm. I feel the stretch in my hips, the burning ache in my core, and a pleasure so sharp it feels like a blade.
I’m sobbing, my fingers clawing at the tactical fabric of their shoulders, trying to pull them deeper and push them away all at once. The room is spinning in shades of red and silver. Below us, our father is a fading, pathetic rattle, but I can’t even hear him anymore. All I hear is the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies against mine and the low, guttural growls of two monsters reclaiming their prize.
“Faster,” I choke out, my voice a shredded, unrecognisable thing. “Please… just… break me.”
“Not yet,” Ryker whispers, his thumb dragging across my lower lip, smearing the blood into my mouth. “We’re going to savour every inch of this ruin.”
They pick up the pace, just a fraction, a slow-motion demolition that has me arching off the wall, my breasts heaving, my entire world reduced to the hot, sliding friction of the two brothers who finally turned me into their own dark god.
The heat in the cabin is suffocating, a thick, cloying pressure of sweat and iron that makes the very air feel like a solid weight. I am suspended between them, a broken doll held together by the raw, brutal friction of their bodies. Every slow, rhythmic slide of theircombined girth is a hot iron brand against my internal walls, stretching me until I feel my skin might actually tear—and god, I want it to. I want to be ruined.
Jex’s hands are like vices on my waist, his thumbs digging into my hip bones, bruising the skin as he maintains the agonisingly slow pace. He’s staring at Ryker over my shoulder, their eyes locked in a silent, savage competition, using my body as the battlefield.
“She’s close, Jex,” Ryker rasps, his voice a low, jagged vibration that I feel deep in my chest. “I can feel her clenching around us like she’s trying to swallow us whole.”
“Then let’s give her something to scream about,” Jex growls.
Suddenly, Jex pulls back entirely, the sudden emptiness making me gasp a hollow, broken sob—but before the cold air can even hit me, he spins me around. He slams my chest against the medical chair, forcing my face inches away from our father’s mangled, weeping wreck of a face.
My breasts are crushed against the old man’s knees, the blood from his wounds soaking into my skin.
“Look at him, Hallow,” Jex commands, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back.
Then, they hit me together from behind.
It’s a violent, double-entry that shocks the air out of my lungs. Jex takes my pussy, driving deep and fast now, his thick shaft a battering ram that hits the back of my womb. Simultaneously, Ryker’s hand—still slick with the red mess from the floor—reaches around, his thumb shoving brutally into my mouth while his other hand guides his cock into my ass.
