Page 118 of Desecrated Saints
When she lifts her hand, Phoenix audibly groans. The heads side is facing upwards, marking her victory, but he sure as hell doesn’t look like he minds.
“Got a knife, Eli?”
“C-Coat.”
Brooklyn gets up and searches in the pocket of my leather jacket that’s hanging over a chair. As she saunters back to us, she tears the loose tank top over her head, exposing her bare, perfect breasts. Stepping out of her comfy yoga pants, she’s left in nothing but a scrap of soaked cotton.
I continue rubbing my dick as she returns to Phoenix’s lap, twirling the penknife in her hands that months ago, I used to inflict the scars on her hip. The same steel blade kisses Phoenix’s wrist as he willingly offers it to her, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“Ever cut yourself?” Brooklyn asks curiously.
Phoenix smirks. “I prefer to torture myself with Class A drugs. I lack the patience for pain that you two share.”
“It doesn’t have to hurt.” Pressing the penknife to his wrist, Brooklyn pushes the blade in deep. “Feel that sharp sting?” She begins to drag it along, parting his flesh. “It burns, right?”
Phoenix looks both turned on and disturbed as she deftly slices his wrist, deep enough for blood to trail down to his elbow. When she pulls the blade from his arm, the breath whooshes from Phoenix’s mouth.
“And now?” Brooklyn raises an eyebrow.
“It feels like sprinting for the finish line and taking your first glorious breath,” he wonders. “Fuck, I’m actually turned on by this.”
“Told ya. Let’s have a taste, shall we?”
Brooklyn takes my blade to her mouth, sliding her tongue along the serrated steel to taste his essence. I fist my cock tighter, trying to relieve the hunger burning up inside me. She’s never looked so damn powerful, and Phoenix looks fucking perfect worshipping her sadistic ways.
Her sick lesson continues as she smears his blood all over her hand. Coating her skin in the red lubricant, she turns back to me. I let go of my aching length, allowing her to lather it in the warm, sticky substance.
Her lips wrap around the tip, sliding it deep into the welcoming prison of her mouth. I let my head hit the back of the sofa, gripping her short hair with my spare hand. She bobs on my length, taking it base to tip several times, each one nudging deeper into her throat.
“Hot damn,” Phoenix murmurs. “Can you taste me, baby?”
Coming up for air, Brooklyn licks his blood that’s smeared all around her mouth. She spots the bead of pre-come gathered on my cock and goes back for that too, her tongue swirling around the tip.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she challenges.
Dragging me up by my t-shirt, Brooklyn pushes me along the sofa towards Phoenix. He’s still finding walking difficult while his injuries heal, but the way his gaze devours me leaves no room for hesitation. He looks at us both like we’re heaven and hell all in one, trapping him in an infernal battle for his soul.
I straddle his chest before pushing my cock against his lips. Seeing Phoenix Kent surrender to me is something I never thought possible. He’s the dominant one in our weird dynamic, but watching him eagerly take my length in his mouth opens a whole new realm of possibilities. I move my hips, savouring the feel of his tongue gliding over my length.
“Why don’t you let him see how you taste, Eli?” Brooklyn suggests. “I want to watch you fill his mouth with your come and let Phoenix drink every last drop. He needs to learn to play by our rules too.”
“Y-Yes, baby girl,” I say obediently.
Increasing my pace, I abuse Phoenix’s throat as roughly as he’s done to me, time and time again. To his credit, he never once falters. Brooklyn lays back down and gracefully slides off her underwear. When she spreads her legs, two fingers push deep into her pussy. Watching her pleasure herself while I fuck Phoenix’s mouth is too much.
I roughly grab a handful of blue hair to steady myself, punishing Phoenix with the fast pace of my thrusts. His hand reaches out to grab a handful of my bare ass when I release a strangled cry. His lips don’t relent, milking my release until I’m pouring hot seed directly down his throat.
When I pull out, there’s blood and come painted across Phoenix’s mouth. I don’t give a fuck anymore. Shifting back, my mouth slants against his in a dominant kiss, cementing my new-found kink for taking control. I can taste myself on him, mixing with his blood and fusing our souls together.
Brooklyn’s moan of pleasure brings us back to reality. Her head is thrown back as she works herself into a frenzy, her fingers pumping in and out of her slick heat. Climbing off Phoenix, I stand above them both in a position of power.
I’m calling the shots now.
They’ll both bow to me tonight.
“No,” I command before she can climax.
Her movements halt instantly, even as she releases a frustrated groan. Pointing at the hard lump straining against Phoenix’s own sweats, I raise an expectant eyebrow.
