Obsessor

Einar laughs loudly and leans against Linus. "Do you hear that? She thinks she can ruin us."

"She knows she can," I smirk.

Einar shakes his head. He keeps shaking his head until I speak again.

"Linus, come here."

Linus slides off of the bed and saunters before me. I point to the ground before my feet.

He kneels.

I purse my lips as my fingers lace through his hair, then look up to Einar, "If big, bad, Linus listens to a mere mortal like myself, then what do you think you should be doing?"

Einar's eyes flash. Uncertainty clouds his face, his shoulders tense, and his eyes bounce back from mine to the figure of Linus kneeling before me, looking up.

"Linus," I purr.

His answer is immediate. "Yes?"

"Take your clothes off and scurry back to the sheets."

His answer is that of obedience, his feet carrying him back to the bed while he strips. My eyes hungrily devour the hard planes of his body.

"Einar."

His eyes flash petulance in response.

I graze my eyes against his form as I walk to the bed. The carpet captures the sound of my feet.

"Take yours off, too."

He scoffs. "I will do no such thing."

Linus casts him a scathing look, "Take your clothes off, fool!"

Einar shakes his head.

I'm in front of him, staring down at his handsome face. He is leaning back against his palms and his knees are splayed apart. I cast a smirk to Linus and then I slowly climb onto Einar's lap, drinking in the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his body against the softness of mine. My fingers caress the skin on either side of his neck until they slide up into his hair.

In the blink of an eye, I wrap a silver chain, taken from my pocket, around his throat.

He screams, the sound a thud in a dark hallway.

"What is this?" Einar seethes at me.

Linus answers, eyes wide, before I can. "Silver blessed by holy water."

Einar writhes beneath me, clutching the chain and pulling away when it burns his fingers. I can feel his hips beneath mine and it's all I can do not to gyrate on him as he squirms. His voice collides with the frantic questions Linus is asking me, but I can't focus on them. I can only think of the sweet, sweet sound of someone as powerful as Einar in pain.

"Do you want it off?" I softly ask.

"Yes!" They both answer. Einar, to escape the pain, and Linus, for the sake of his brother.

I lean into Einar's face, clutching the chain tight.

"Beg."

A pained moan floats into my ears. I smile because it is sweet bliss. All of my research, years of following dead-end trails and hopeless folk-tales have paid off finally.

"Beg, Einar."

"Please!" He shouts. "Please take it off!"

"Are you going to do exactly as I tell you?"

"Yes!"

"Good." I remove the chain slowly. His skin is covered in sores and puckers, steam floating from it as if burned by acid.

The second I remove it completely, Einar switches our position. He throws me onto my back beneath him none too gently, and seethes at Linus.

"Why didn't you stop her? Why sit there like a twit?"

A hearty laugh jostles me against the body above. Einar looks back down to me after hearing amusement instead of fear leave my mouth.

Linus doesn't answer Einar for a moment. He sits still, glancing between me and the man above me.

"She bears the mark of the Star," he whispers.

Einar all but recoils above me. He scrambles to the pillows, leaning against the headboard while his chest heaves.

I take the sight of terror in and drink it up like I've been roaming the desert for days with no water. I lean back against my elbows.

"Linus," I start. "Please come here."

His forehead is creased, brows are furrowed, and his shoulders are tense. Despite this, he crawls across the bed and stops in front of me.

"Please lie down."

He does.

As I unblinkingly stare at Einar, I climb on top of Linus. I break the eye contact and direct my attention to the man beneath me. The gorgeous, obedient, frightened man.

My hands are on either side of his face.

"Kiss me." I demand.

Linus's lips meet mine with a fervor. Hands roam my waist. From what I know about him, hunger will always beat his fear, and he proves it each time his tongue teases the slant of my mouth. I open for him, inviting him into his own damnation.

The fool accepts. The warm velvet of his tongue brushes against mine and I lean into him. My hips gently rock against his, my chest heaves in tandem with his ragged breaths. I feel his hardness beneath the fabric of my skirt.

"Take it off."

He obeys and strips me. Einar watches us, eyes hungry with desire. I can see the fullness of him growing beneath his trousers while I feverishly taste Linus's tongue.

"Einar. Take off your clothes and come here."

I wiggle my hips, indicating just where I want him, and he jumps into movement. I blink and then the beautiful man before me is showing me the planes of his torso and the strength of his thighs for the barest moment before pressing himself against me, behind me, from where I'm writhing on top of Linus.

Einar's hands are warm and large against my ass. Linus's roam my thighs, my waist, my neck.

I find my way from Linus's face down to his neck and I bite. Hard. His moan prickles my skin, and his fingers dig into me. I reach my hand between us to stroke his rock-hard cock. He moans again as I grip him in the palm of my hand, and I hear Einar grunt when I push my ass against his warm, velvet skin, hard and aching, laying in the crease of my ass cheeks right now.

Einar's strained voice carries to me, "What do you want?"

"Tell him what I want, mind-reader." I say to Linus in between bites.

Linus's groan comes out before he tells Einar, "She wants you to lap her up like she's the fountain of youth."

I can feel Einar hesitate. I can feel his conflict with obedience when he's so used to being listened to. I can feel his hot breath against my pussy when he gives in. He stays still for too long, hesitating and fighting a war within himself.

Finally, he gives in. The moment his tongue makes contact with me I jolt above Linus. I moan against his pulse as I bite hard once more. Linus's hands dig into my skin, his cock twitches in my hand as I stroke him.

I push against Einar and back up slightly, his mouth buried against me, his tongue teasing my slit. Einar moves with me as I move my body down Linus to take him into my mouth. He twitches against my tongue and his hands dig into my hair.

All three of our moans are captured by the carpet and the smoke of the candles around us. I take Linus into my mouth slowly. I salivate against his velvety hardness and I moan around him when Einar flattens his tongue against me. I'm soaked, dripping against his tongue while I slowly bob my head up and down on Linus. I can't even reach the base without hurting myself, but I push myself farther and farther down. I am desperate to devour him. He grips my hair close to the scalp, gritting his teeth and visibly holding back from thrusting into my throat.

I wish he would. I wish Einar would rut into me right now and that Linus would abuse my throat and grip my wrists and--

Linus yanks my head down on his cock until his tip pushes deep, hard into my throat. He throws his head back and thrusts hard into my mouth and I moan around his girth. The pain from my scalp is sending jolts down my spine.

Between moans and thrusts in my throat Linus says to Einar, "You need... ungh... to fuck her."

Einar wastes no time in standing at the edge of the bed and aligning his thick cock with my pussy, the bulb of his head pressing just against my entrance. I push back slightly, wiggling my ass at him and willingly accepting Linus's thrusts deep into my mouth, as Einar pushes more and more until his first inch slides easily into me. His moan behind me is ragged. The fingers he has gripped against my skin is sure to bruise. I can feel the pain of each of their grips, and I am blissfully drowning in it. They're so strong and obviously holding back from breaking me with their bare hands.

Both men are thrusting into me at different paces, both moaning, both moving with their own fervor.

Einar tortures me, dragging that first inch completely out of me, then rubbing the head of his cock against my slit slowly. His hands knead my ass and every time I wiggle more for him, he squeezes hard and pushes back into me.

Linus grips my throat before he rams into my mouth. Once. Twice. The third time, he yanks my head up and stares at the drool that falls from my swelling lips.

"How did you find us?" His voice is low, dangerous. His fingers grip my hair so hard that I wince. In spite of this, a smile creeps onto my face.

"Does it matter?" My words are silk, wrapping around his brain with a haze. His eyes seem to cloud over as if he isn't sure what to think anymore, and he nods once at Eianar. I feel Eianar nod back. The motion jerks the bed beneath us.

Linus pushes me off of him at the same moment that Einar pulls me back against his body, moving us all into a standing position. I am sandwiched between both of their tall frames. I take this moment to realize just how much bigger they are than me, how otherworldly they are compared to me.

Einar teases me with the hardness he has gripped in his hand. He rubs a path from my clit to my ass and then back again, over and over. I can feel his heaving chest against my back. My head falls against his shoulder. Each time the bulbous tip of his cock grazes my entrance, I moan and writhe back against him, practically begging for him to take the chance to impale me.

I wish he would, I desperately wish that he would, but every time I push my ass into his abdomen, the moment he parts my folds and I start to push again harder, he abandons me. He keeps tearing away from me while Linus palms my breasts. Linus is trailing kisses from my collarbone to my thighs.

The sensations are making me delirious. My head swims, my limbs buzz, my heart races. I reach for Linus to kiss him. He pulls away and wraps his fingers around my throat. Hard.

"Is this why you hunted us down?"

My dizzy smile is the only response he receives.

"Einar, bite her." Linus demands.

I peer up at him from behind me, sticking my ass against him more and arching my back to reach his lips with mine. "I wouldn't."

His voice rumbles against me, "Why is that?"

"You know what? I have a great idea--" I step away from them and reach out my wrists toward them. Offernings. "--both of you, drink. Right now."

They exchange wary, hungry glances.

I shrug. "Come on, then. You wanted to punish me with your bite. Do it."

My feet bring me a step closer.

"Punish me."

They move in tandem, shooting forward to grip my wrists and dig their teeth into their mouths. I feel the prick of their teeth breaking the skin, the pull of them sipping blood from my veins. There's a type of venom in their bites that gives the victim a rush of euphoria.

A moan escapes my throat as their teeth dig deep into my wrists, the wetness of their mouths slathering my skin with saliva. Their lips against me send the tiniest yet most exquisite jolts of pleasure to my core.

They drink. They suck my blood and groan against me until they've had their fill. Einar rips his mouth from me first, then trails kisses up my arm. He licks my collarbone when he gets to it. His tongue is warm and covered in my blood, which he's now smearing across my skin. His hand grips my waist as he palms my ass for a moment, then he grips my hips with both hands and rubs his hardness against me. I let my head fall back onto him and moan.

Linus is still greedily lapping up my blood and I'm starting to get dizzy. Einar is nuzzling my neck. His velvety cock is angled between my legs and he's slowly, so slowly, rubbing against my slit.

"That's enough, Linus." I tell him.

He growls and grips my arm harder and seems to dig his teeth deeper.

"Linus." My voice is stern. Still, he ignores me and bares his teeth deeper. The euphoria distracts me, and I have to force myself to pay attention. The room is hazy, glowing even, and my entire body feels charged with electricity. My clit is pulsing as I rub my thighs together against Einar.

In an instant, I grip Linus's blond hair and yank his head off of me. He looks up at me from beneath his brows and scowls at me. My blood is smeared around his beautiful mouth. I watch his tongue move to lick some from his bottom lip, wishing desperately that his tongue was against me instead.

Linus moves lightning fast, gripping beneath my knees and bringing my legs up. He's using Einar as a brace to support me, and I feel Einar's strong arms beneath me as his hands grip my ass, still rubbing his cock against my slit.

Linus steps both of us back until the wall makes contact with Einar.

He grips my face, "What did you ingest to make your blood taste like that?" His voice is pained, he's struggling to control himself and I know it when he shudders.

"Like what?" I ask, feigning innocence.

"Like fucking--" Einar nuzzles my pulse and teases me with his teeth, "-honeysuckles and the sweetest sunset."

I jolt when Linus lines the head of his cock with my entrance. "Answer me, pet. Your blood is--" he shudders again, his hands are shaking beneath my knees, "-going to make me do things you don't want."

"Oh, no! Please don't!" My tone is mocking, a smile teasing my lips.

Einar laughs against my skin, then shifts his grip so that he's the one holding my legs up. He fully supports me and Linus lets go, grabbing my throat instead.

"One more chance. Why have you bewitched us?"

"So it worked, then. Are you feeling dizzy, Linus? Feeling like you could lose control at any moment? Feeling like you could just rip me apart--"

"Shut your mouth!" He orders. His hand grips harder.

"I could rip you apart," Einar softly says against my skin. It sounds like a promise. He kisses my pulse, rubs tiny circles onto my legs with his thumbs. I feel his fingers squeeze when I moan for him.

"Don't fight it, Linus. You know you want to--"

Suddenly and violently, he thrusts his entire length into me. I hadn't noticed him lathering his cock with spit as I moaned and writhed against Einar.

I moan so loud that it's almost a scream but Linus catches it with his mouth against mine. I moan into his mouth as he pulls halfway out of me and then slams into me again. And again. Again and again, he drags himself out of me just to ram into me and push me against Einar.

Einar moves to support my knee with the crook of his arm and then rubs sweet but firm circles on my clit. I moan into Linus's mouth again. Einar is panting against my ear now, and I can still feel his cock against my ass.

"You want us to tear you apart, sweetie?" Einar softly asks against my ear.

I can barely manage a nod with all of the dizzying sensations they are giving me, but I do. Linus meets Einar's gaze and then nods once. It takes several long moments before I realize what is happening. My body is limp between their bodies, ecstasy rolling through my body in waves.

Einar is pushing his tip against my entrance and Linus has stopped moving to accommodate Einar's path into me. Linus groans when he feels Einar enter me, and I stop breathing entirely.

I gasp as Einar pushes into me. I feel the hard velvety shaft enter me deeper and deeper until he is finally pushed as far into me as this position allows. Both men are nestled deep inside of me, waiting for my body to acclimate as all of us pant and our chests heave against one another.

Einar kisses my neck, licks my pulse, grazes his teeth against me. Linus slowly teases my bottom lip with his tongue. I open my mouth to accept him. How did I not notice that he tastes like mint and bourbon earlier?

Einar grips my jaw, forces me to look at him. The angle is painful and sends pleasure to my core. Both Einar and Linus feel me pulsate around them.

"Now, Linus." His voice is doing dangerous things to me. Before I can even think to question what he's saying, Linus and Einar thrust into me at the same time, hard. They keep pace together, moving in tandem and tearing my world apart. I feel too full. I feel like I'm going to explode. It's too much and somehow not enough.

"Not enough?" Linus laughs. But it's cruel.

They thrust together. I can feel every ridge of their cocks inside of me and they keep getting rougher and rougher.Their grips are hard, bruising my skin. Linus is holding my ribs and my throat, and Einar is gripping my jaw while squeezing my legs in his arms. My hips feel like they are being torn apart.

It's heaven.

I moan between them, and I feel the rumble of their voice against me when they groan too. My muscles are beginning to tense up. I feel my core tightening and I try all that I can to create more friction. More, I need more.

"More?" Linus chuckles darkly, "You greedy thing. Have we not given you enough?"

"Not nearly," I respond with my own breathy chuckle.

Einar digs his teeth into my neck and I gasp. It's painful and it's bliss all at once, a drug that ruins you but relieves you at the same time. There's an urge to pull away but also beg him to rip me to shreds with his teeth.

While Einar sucks from my neck, his grip gets tighter still. Linus is palming my breasts as they thrust together, their movements fast and rough but so tender at the same time. Incoherent sounds and moans leave my body as I bounce between them, sweat dripping down our bodies and making us pant more.

"Still more?" Linus asks.

I barely manage to nod my head.

Linus growls before he takes my nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue playfully. I can pay attention to nothing else but the sound of their breathless moans, their growls, and can only feel them thrust inside of me.

Linus peers up at me from beneath his brows and grins. Then he tilts his head and sinks his teeth into my breast, tearing a loud moan from my throat. I'm writhing against the two of them, my head is spinning, my limbs are buzzing, and my core is tightening. I'm sure they can feel it. They start to lose themselves, thrusting out of pace with one another and beginning to move frantically, chasing their own pleasures. I moan louder and louder as I'm jostled and pushed between their movements. Blood drips from my neck down my collarbone and from my breast as well. I look down and see Linus's mouth covered with fresh blood as he sucks, licks, and nibbles at me. His eyes roll to the back of his skull as he tastes me.

"Fuck." Einar mumbles against my skin. He licks the blood from my neck, his tongue is warm and soft and I relish the feeling of it.

"I'm gonna--" I can't get the words out.

Their thrusts become rougher, so rough that it hurts without an excess pleasure, but it makes my core tighten more and I'm chasing the high of a violent climax now.

My throat is squeezed so tight now that I can barely take in any oxygen and my vision blurs. I lean into the hand.

I feel their thrusts become jerky and I know that they are just as close as I am. A few more rough thrusts tip me over the edge finally.

I shatter.

I squeeze around both of their cocks, and I feel Einar's pulsate inside of me, releasing his cum into me. Linus follows shortly after, thrusting violently through his climax.

Linus leans his head against my shoulder and thrusts, still, even after we've all come and are spent.

"Enough, brother." Einar says.

Linus grimaces and shakes his head, his cock dragging in and out of me. "There can't be enough now. Not after what she's done."

Einar pales slightly. He's still inside of me but not moving. "What are you talking about?"

"That honeysuckle taste," Linus licks remaining blood from my breast, "is an addictive poison that drives the consumer to madness unless they consistently taste it for the remainder of their life. Both poison and antidote." Linus thrusts once more, deep inside of me, and then slowly pulls out of me.