This is a work of fiction. All Characters are 18 or older. *Contains non-consensual sex.
Ink, Sex, Magic: A Tale in Five Parts
Part V. On the Altar of Sacrifice.
After my woefully unsuccessful attempt to vacate my apartment, Kiernan and Devasha did it for me. I think they must have come to an understanding, because I continued living with my father from then on and she never came to murder him. I'm not sure what Haku thought of it all, but I never got the feeling it was judgmental.
Sylas came back to UnderGround to say good-bye before he left the country. Out of curiosity, I pulled him aside to ask if, since he'd taken my mother's powers away, he could give them back to her again.
"I released her powers into the Dream Plane, to join with all that is chaotic and pure. Can one return perfume to its bottle once it's been sprayed, or separate one person's breath from the wind?"
"I take it that's a no."
"That is a no. But Tessa's okay with that. She doesn't want them anymore."
"Does she have a reason- or is that another riddle?"
"Tessa likes the way her life is now. It's safe and comfortable and predictable."
"If only, huh?"
Sylas just smiled.
"I'll miss you," I said truthfully. "I'll think of you when the moon is full."
"And I when it's new."
And when he left, I let Sylas Nox take a piece of myself that I didn't know I had to give.
***
For several days, I didn't want to leave the house or do much more than hang out with Kiernan, Jack, Seraphine, and on occasion, Devasha Rae and Haku; talking, laughing, cooking, drinking, telling stories, playing cards and researching grimoires and lore books. We were all searching for spells, ceremonies and rituals for ways to defeat Balor, Carman's Factotum and the last brother, Dother. There was a strong possibility that all three of them would be present at the same time, making that task even more daunting.
Jack and Seraphine helped man the shop as well, which had become a networking hub for other magic users and, on occasion, hunters, willing to pool their knowledge and resources to combat our common enemy. I knew they needed my father there too, but Kiernan refused to go back without me.
"What if I never want to tattoo again?" I posed in all seriousness.
"Then neither will I."
We never had to test his resolve, though, because I did want to continue my apprenticeship, and if I didn't get back in the saddle soon, I never would. So after a couple of weeks, we went UnderGround to mixed reactions and soon everything was, for the most part, copacetic. I started to feel more centered and masterful whenever I practiced my craft or came in to the parlor in general. There was an ever-flowing stream of creative and spiritual energy there, and tapping into it set currents within me in motion, until I was a conduit for magic greater than my own.
The UnderGround crew became my family, my coven, my friends, my collaborators, and Kiernan was my rock once more- though now that I knew he had flaws and weaknesses, I realized he needed my fragile strength as much as I needed his.
***
One night when Kiernan and I were working late in his studio, we started kissing and feeling each other in places we tried to reserve for his bedroom these days. I ended up on his tattoo table with his head between my legs, which was sublime until the door swung open and Jack, whom I'd forgotten was still there, got a nice eyeful.
"Fuck!" I moaned, both from his intrusion and Kiernan's. I thought I saw the slightest trace of a smile on his lips before he closed the door. My father, who'd barely paused, resumed eating me out, but I pushed his head away.
"What?"
"What do you mean what? That was Jack- he saw us."
"Well he should learn how to knock." He started to bend down again, but I didn't relent.
"Kiernan, this is serious. Don't you think you should go talk to him?"
"I already have."
"About us?"
"Yes."
"That we're fucking! Why the hell would you do that?"
"Because he asked. I mean, he knows we share a bed. Jack may be an idiot but he's not that thick. Plus he's my brother- he knows how I behave around women I'm sleeping with."
"And he's okay with it or..." Kiernan had started playing with my pussy again, making it difficult to stay mad.
"Considering all that Jack and I have been through and seen, our sleeping together isn't that strange to him. Besides, he knows it's what you want too."
"How could he know that?"
Kiernan brushed the back of his fingertips against my inner thighs while he answered. "Ah,
mó shíorghrá
, when a woman is in heat- the way you are for me- a man always knows. Your eyes dilate, your pulse races, your face flushes, and you squeeze your legs together over your wet kitty like you can hide her scent..."
He bent over my bare cunt and wafted its heady aroma towards his nose, though the air was already suffused with it. "But you can't." And he descended again, spreading his tongue over my slit and laving it with slow, smooth strokes. I was still mortified though, to know how transparent my desire was.
"Did he say he could... that my..." Having my pussy licked, pleasure unfurling, spiraling, growing, made it nearly impossible to speak.
Lifting his head, but still stroking his fingers in and out, he said, "I think his exact words were, 'That lass is either getting your cock or she wants to be'." He cranked up his brogue in his impersonation of his brother, which was supremely sexy.
"Oh fuck..." I could imagine Jack saying that and it was such a turn on. "And what did you say?"
"That he was right on both counts."
"Did he seem... grossed out?"
"Are you kidding me?" Kiernan chuckled. "He asked if I'd ever consider sharing."
Oh Jesus
. Two fingers turned to three, and not all in my vagina, and his tongue kept swirling around my clit.
"With you or separately?" I dared to ask.
"Which would you prefer?"
"Together..." The thought of being taken by the both of them pushed me over the edge cumming. Kiernan kept licking me but his hands retreated to pull down his pants.
"Mmmm... always so tasty. And so greedy." He flipped me over and pulled me onto his thick erection. "Do you want us to double-team you, darling? Fill both of your tight little holes?"
And while he was stuffing my pussy with his dick, he invaded my ass with his two middle fingers. I cried out at the incredible fullness, feeling every ridge, vein and bulge.
"Yes, Daddy! I want you and Uncle Jack to fuck me... To fill me with your seed... Make me your whore..."
When we role-played our father/daughter relationship, the kink was a mixture of real and staged; where the fantasy with Uncle Jack fell on that spectrum, I wasn't entirely sure, and maybe not knowing made it all the hotter.
