Page 3 of Our Covenant

His hand replaces his mouth on her cunt, his voice muffled by the wall her legs create. “Like fucking candy, Mads.”

He glances over the curve of her ass at me, a sheen of Beatrice’s juices smeared over his lips already. His devious smile doesn’t fully reflect the hunger in his eyes before he sinks two fingers into her and dives back in to suck at her clit loud enough for all to hear.

I lower my voice for just her again. “Do you hear that? Asher loves the way your pussy tastes. Make a mess of his face for me.”

Her eyes roll. The muscles of her shoulders, back, and legs clench as the orgasm wrecks her senses. A thrum of energy pulses through the air with her release and I know we all feel it. My cock throbs, but Asher has to be the first. When he comes up for air, his face is soaked, but he doesn’t wipe it away as he gets to his feet and slaps her creamy white cheek.

“Fuck, Beatrice.” He soothes the spot then lands a second smack. “You’re going to be fun to use, aren’t you?”

Beatrice squeals and clenches around the metal still lodged deep inside of her. “Yes, please. Again.”

Asher’s throaty laugh is followed by another slap of skin on skin. But it’s the way her eyes never leave mine that has my dick straining in my sweatpants. It’s the thrill of the scene that lightens my head and gives me the unquenched need gnawing at my core. We’ve known Beatrice all our lives and never once have I thought of her as more than a friend. She’s beautiful, I’ll give her that, but I’d never consider her for anything more.

It’s knowing that we are all part of an intrinsic harmony between nature, the coven, our gods, and our bodies that thickens the air and loosens the inhibitions. I can feel Fox and Thorne’s eyes on my back, the essence of our connection reaching out to Asher and me, demanding we edge Beatrice closer to another climax.

I hook my thumbs into my waistband and push the fabric down, freeing my cock inches from our sacrifice’s mouth. Beatrice’s eyes widen at my length then roll up to meet my hungry gaze. Her tongue juts out to my tip, but she whines when I pull away before she can taste the bead of precum.

Fox shifts in my peripheral. I look over my shoulder in time to see him and Thorne take their clothes off and begin anointing themselves in oil.

“Fuck, she’s so tight.” Asher grunts, bringing my attention back.

Tension courses through my blood and pounds against my eardrums. Asher’s hips work in and out, slow and teasing. He’s going to drag this out for her. She’s been waiting for years for this moment, after all. She deserves to be worshipped for the gifts her body will be the conduit for.

I pump myself but am already too worked up, thinking about her pussy stuffed with our cocks and filled to the spill point with cum. I do my best to slow my breathing and focus. If I come too soon, the entire ritual will be lost. To busy myself, I move to Asher’s side and reach down to Beatrice’s clit to make long, hard circles on the sensitive bundle.

Asher’s fingers spread her ass cheeks wide, and we both watch as the end of the silver hook shifts inside of her with his deep thrusts.

“You feel so good, Bea. So good for us,” Asher grits out.

He enjoys providing for our sacrifices more than getting off. He’s been working her up for over an hour already, and if it were up to him, he’d keep us here for hours more to make sure that she is thoroughly sated. With the smug smile perfectly affixed to his lips, he expertly plucks at the threads of her physicality until she’s coming apart at the seams, a master of the fray. Each of Bea’s moans is a challenge to make her scream and he’s only gotten started.

We were made to wield our gifts and to hold the burden of responsibility to those we protect. But in this room, in this place where it is only us, we are the depraved reality of power.

“Asher. Maddox. Oh gods, right there.” Bea whines, but it’s Asher’s face that I’m watching.

I match my rhythm to his hips until I feel her pussy clench. She struggles to breathe and screams our names. The fullness, strokes of my fingers, and praise from both of us finally guides her over the edge again, and a thick surge of energy becomes present in the room. To my surprise, Asher’s breathing gets heavier and he’s coming within moments. He’s a workhorse in the sack. His strength and endurance hold out even when his magic stores are depleted. He slumps over, holding himself up by the heels of his hands on either side of Beatrice’s quaking body.

“Fuck, that was so hot.” Asher’s satisfied smile and hooded eyes reflect what I know we are all feeling.

He pulls out of her and replaces his cock with his fingers. His other hand takes hold of the ropes at her wrists to keep her in place. She squirms in his hold but is weak from pleasure, another wave already crashing down over her. “That’s right. Let me have one more before I hand you over to Maddox.”

3

THORNE

Sex and magic fill my lungs. The sweat on my skin beads over the oil that is meant to protect and guide us to our power. Pulses of the ancient ancestral gift press against the walls of the dark, earthen room as if it’s too much to be contained in the ritual space. It will find its home inside of us and keep for months. But will it be strong enough to hold us over until the next harvest?

Beatrice comes harder with each orgasm Maddox and Asher ignite in her. Asher’s fingers push his mess inside of her as he says, “Don’t let a single drop go to waste. Let’s make you slick for Maddox.”

She groans and the walls rumble with the call to the divinity her pleasure has stirred awake. Beatrice isn’t just any witch from our coven. She is one of the last daughters of her line. Her son will take the place of his father—whichever one of us is chosen for her—on one of our thrones that sits vigil and will be a protector of the coven.

Asher finally pulls his dripping fingers out of Bea’s cunt and trails them up the curve of her ass, the dip of her back, then to her gaping mouth, plunging them down her throat. She gags then sucks him clean when he relieves the pressure on her tongue.

“So greedy,” he tells her.

Fox stalks up behind him and places a hand on Asher’s shoulder. “Don’t play with my food.”

Asher and Maddox snicker, but Beatrice’s hooded eyes roll back as Maddox enters her. Her lips mouth a silent plea as he stretches her swollen pussy. The head of his cock glides in with ease thanks to Asher. Fox moves down Beatrice’s body and starts to play with her peaked nipples, pinching and tugging before soothing them again.