Page 62 of Sincerely, Butterfly

The stone is cold against my skin as I lie down on my back, my blonde hair flowing around my head. I quickly check my mask, making sure it’s still in place.

Blood pulses in my ear, and I fix my eyes on the ceiling. My hands lay at my side as I stay perfectly still, waiting for what will happen next.

The sounds of the guys removing their belts have me wanting to pout. They’re getting fully naked, and I’m missing it.

A moment later, all three of their masked faces appear in my sight.

“You will not fight,” Jasper states. “You will not ask questions. You have offered your body to the gods, and to resist is a form of disrespect. Do not anger the gods, or you will not pay with just your blood, but your life. Do you understand me?”

I confirm my understanding with a subtle nod of my head.

“Let the ritual begin,” The man from before announces.

The men begin to chant in a language I don’t understand, a deep, synchronized rhythmic pulse throughout the room.

I let my eyes flutter closed, allowing my body to relax.

Hands grasp my knees, lifting them so that my feet touch the cold stone beneath me before shoving them apart.

“Mhhm,” Sylas hums with a low appreciation. I try to smother a gasp as I feel fingers brush over my exposed center. My cheeks burn at how wet I am.

I feel the fingers parting my folds and the fire in my cheeks growing tenfold at his next words. “Her hymen is intact,” Jasper announces to the room. “She is pure enough for the gods.”

“Here, here,” the room shouts. “For the gods.”

Each second that nothing happens, that no one touches me, is extreme torture. I refuse to open my eyes, to chance a glance at the men around me, trying to keep my mind focused on the three guys I’m here for.

Something soft and warm licks up my pussy, and I can’t help the small whimper that leaves me.

Fisting my hands, I force myself to stay still as whoever is between my legs starts to taste me.

A deep, satisfied groan leaves them, making the fire in my belly grow hotter and more of my juices flow free as they lap at my center.

God, this feels so good. Every cell inside me ignites.

My body comes to life, every lick of their tongue drives me higher and higher. They thrust their tongue inside me, and I bite the inside of my cheek at the sting of pain as it hits my hymen.

If this is how it feels with just their tongue, my body isn’t ready for the size of their cocks.

I focus on the feeling of the hot, wet tongue against my pussy rather than the pain. If I can't handle the pain of losing my virginity, I’ll never stand a chance.

I’m going to lie here and take it. I won’t resist, I won’t complain, my body is theirs now.

The man between my legs lets out a low, feral growl as he feasts on my cunt like a starved man. I’m tempted to open my eyes and hopefully catch him with his mask off, to see the look in his eyes as he claims my body for thefirst time.

The feelings he’s introducing to my body are unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I’ve touched myself to the thought of these men and all the dirty things I’d wished they’d do to me, but even I’ve never made myself feel like this.

It feels like my body is a veil of live wires, ready to catch fire and explode at any moment.

The coil in my belly tightens with every lick and thrust of his tongue.

“It’s okay, little lamb,” Wesley purrs in my ear.Huh. I thought it was him between my legs.“You can cry. Let it out. Let us hear how good it feels to be offered to the gods.”

When, who I’m now assuming is Sylas, sucks my clit into his mouth, I’m unable to hold it together anymore. Everything slams into me at once.

A cry rips free as my orgasm crashes over me. My back arches off the altar, eyes rolling back as intense pleasure courses through me. My core clenches as my release washes over me. Sylas growls, my climax only making him more ravenous.

He continues to eat me through my orgasm, causing me to sob at how sensitive I’ve become. My brain wants him to stop, it’s too much, but my body screams for more.