Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)

I gripped her braid harder, ramming my cock into her mouth with short, hard thrusts. She was holding on for dear life at this point, her eyes watering with the force I used. That sight pushed me right over the edge.

I pulled out of her mouth, fisting my cock, and then I erupted. My cum sprayed over her still open mouth and chin. I pulled her head back and directed it all over the bottom of her face. It ran down her skin and dripped into the blood. I released Scarlett, my chest heaving with my climax. She turned her head to look at West and Prescott, showing them both her cum-drenched face.

“What a messy little lamb,” Prescott said.

Her tongue darted out as she licked it from her chin. Prescott’s blue eyes heated. She let go of my hip and dragged her fingertips through the cum. She grinned as she crooked a finger at him.

“Come infect me, Pestilence.”

I stepped out of the bath, making room for him and West if they wanted to play with her. Seeing the blood running down my legs didn’t bother me. Drake shifted out of the blood and sat on the edge of the bath to give them more room too.

“Turn around, little lamb.”

She did as he asked. He took her cum covered fingers and put them in her mouth, making her suck on them. Then he made her clean up the rest of her face, directing her fingers with his own.

“Good girl, you wouldn’t want to waste what Famine gave you.”

She shuddered at his words. He released her and stood up, walking away to the space between the bath and the window.

“Come here.”

Scarlett rose from the blood. West stood and helped her out of the bath. The blood clung to her skin as she walked over to Prescott. He drew her down on the tiles, making her straddle his lap. Drake gave the coconut oil to West, who grinned at him. I sat on the lip of the bath, watching Scarlett impale herself on Prescott’s dick as she held onto his shoulders.

“Do you remember when we fucked you together the first time?” he asked, stroking her bloody skin.

“Yes.”

“We’re going to fuck you like that again.”

West walked over to them and knelt on the tiles behind Scarlett. He coated his fingers in oil before sliding them into her. Drake moved back into the blood and then leant his arms on the end of the bath, watching the three of them from his position.

Prescott lay back, pulling Scarlett down with him to give West better access. She moaned as Prescott gripped her hips and made her ride him. Her hands were flat on the tiles by Prescott’s head, the two of them staring at each other with lust and love radiating from their expressions.

“Good girl, little wisp. Let them make you feel good,” Drake said, a smirk appearing across his lips.

He knew what he’d done by initiating this whole thing. A fivesome in the blood of our enemies was at the top of the most depraved acts we’d engaged in. This would probably make most people squeamish but fuck it, I’d long since stopped caring about right and wrong. I’d embraced who I was. There were no more chains holding me back. No fucking way I’d pass up an experience like this. It’s why I’d even got in the bath with Scarlett and Drake. I wanted to have this moment together.

It was a fucked up form of celebration, but that was us all over. We weren’t named the Four Horsemen for nothing.

“Please, War, I want your cock,” Scarlett whined as she continued to fuck Prescott whilst West had his fingers in her arse, preparing her for his dick.

“Do you? Mmm, I don’t know if you deserve it yet, slut. I think I need to hear you beg a little more.”

“Please, I want you so fucking badly. I need you inside me. Stretch me out… make it hurt, War. I need you to make it hurt.”

When she begged, it made it very hard for any of us to think straight. The sound of her voice was like a fucking beacon, guiding us to her, pulling the four of us under her spell. Our goddess would not be satisfied or tamed. She was as wild and free as her horsemen. She didn’t take no for an answer.

West gripped her hip and shoved a third finger inside her.

“You want the pain, slut? Are you thinking about that night when I made it hurt so bad you screamed against your gag, hmm? Did you like tasting yourself whilst I fucked you?”

“I loved it… every moment. Please give it to me. I want you to hurt me again, War. Break me.”

Drake looked at me with a raised eyebrow. We’d heard West say some pretty fucked up things to Scarlett since the night after she’d run to him. To hear her want it just as much. Well, our girl was full of fucking surprises.

“You’ve been such a good girl tonight. You did so well.” He stroked her back. “You deserve to get fucked the way you need.”

Releasing her, he poured the oil over his cock, coating it thoroughly, then pressed it against her. Scarlett cried out when he breached her. He didn’t give her any time to adjust, but she’d told him she wanted the pain. He shoved deeper, making Scarlett grip Prescott’s shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. He grunted and stroked her arms, trying to calm her as West impaled her completely on his dick.

He leant over her, ghosting his lips over her ear.

“That’s a good girl, you’ve taken us so well… now, little Scar, War and Pestilence are going to fuck you until you scream. Until you come all over our cocks from the pleasure and pain. Is that understood?”

She nodded, her eyes still fixed on Prescott’s.

“Good girl.” He straightened and gripped both her hips. “Let’s begin.”





Forty


Prescott





The feel of Scarlett impaled on both West and I was the highlight of my fucking night. Yes, I’d enjoyed all the death and violence we’d engaged in and ridding the world of Stuart Carver. But this moment with Scarlett? This was what I longed for. The times when we were all together like this. Where I could watch them fuck her and then take my fill of the woman we loved. The woman we’d devoted our entire lives to.

My little lamb.

West gripped the back of Scarlett’s neck, pulling her upright to press her against his chest. I wrapped my hands around her hips, directing her movements. West circled her neck and nibbled her ear.

“Make your tits bounce for Pres,” he told her. “Show him how much you want him to touch you.”

Scarlett let out a harsh pant, placing her hands on my chest as leverage. Then she was riding us harder. I watched the way her breasts moved with each rise and fall of her hips against mine. I couldn’t deny how fucking alluring it was, watching her use us for her own pleasure. Showing us exactly how much she needed our cocks inside her.

“Good girl, such a good little slut you are for us.”

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