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Sylus and Merrit
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Nick
You ran barefoot through the corridors made of shadow and ancient magic, your heart pounding so loud you couldn't hear your thoughts. The darkness listened. It curled around your ankles, hungry. The air pressed in from all sides; heavy, intoxicating, laced with dread and arousal. Their realm was changing. It wasnt stone anymore. It was alive, responding to their fury.
You had stood at the red door. You had touched it. And worse...you had wanted to open it.
Even in your sleepwalking haze, you remembered the weight of the handle, the forbidden hum of power beneath your fingers. Nicks seduction had woven around your dreams like spider silk. He had called you to it. Whispered your name like a lover. And you almost answered.
But Jacob had found you.
Jacob, your sweet guardian, had pulled you back, punishing you gently, thinking he could spare you from consequence.
But shadows dont keep secrets.
Not from the gods who made them.
"Petal."
Merrits voice wrapped around your spine like a collar. Low. Dark. Deadly. The kind of voice that could make a woman drop to her knees without ever being touched.
You choked on a breath, stumbled and turned down another corridor.
"Running?" Came Sylus's voice now; identical to Merrits but colder, smoother, detached, and edged with something deeper than rage. "Do you think your little legs can carry you far in our realm?"
You ran faster, tears biting your eyes, but it was no use. Their shadows were everywhere. Flickering at the corners of your vision, racing toward you like the hands of fate.
"We trusted you," Merrit murmered, voice closer. "Told you that door was never to be touched. That Nick is not a game."
"And you dared," Sylus whispered, "to lay your greedy little hand on it anyway."
The shadows surged. You turned a final corner...and slammed into a wall of muscle and darkness.
Sylus.
He caught you with ease, pressing you hard against the wall of his chest. His silver eyes glowed like two moons in the dark. His jaw clenched. Power radiated off his skin like frost.
"Got you." He breathed.
You struggled, but it was laughable. His grip was iron. His body, beautiful and terrible, was built like a marble statue forged in void. Cool. Smooth. Divine. His hand slid around your throat, firmly, holding, claiming.
"Look at her caught," Merrit purred. Stepping from the shadows like a panther. Same wild black hair like his brother, identical features in every way save for his deep, blue-black eyes. His lips were parted in a mocking smile.
"Poor things already shaking."
"Mercy..." the word slipped from your lips like a whispered prayer.
Merrit smiled wider. "No mercy here, love. Only us."
They circled you.
Sylus held you still as Merits hands began to roam; fingertips dragging slowly down your bare arms, over your waist, along the curve of your ass. You whimpered as your body betrayed you, aching and trembling with need.
"Do you know what youve done?" Merrit whispered, voice hot against your neck. "You touched the one thing that belongs to no one. Not even to us."
"The door we sealed in blood and shadow." Sylus added, sliding his hand up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your shift. "Because behind it is something that even we struggle to control."
"And you walked right up to it like a good little slut, sleep-dazed and dripping with temptation," Merrit growled, his lips grazing your earloab. "Trying to let him out."
"Were you going to offer yourself to him, little one?" Sylus hissed, his fingers pinching your nipple through the fabric until you cried out.
"He'd have taken you from us. Do we mean that little to you? Is that what you want? He'd have more than taken you."
"N-no." You stammered, legs dangerously close to buckling between the two of them.
"And so, we are taking you..." Merrit promised. "Until youve been reminded just who you belong to."
You moaned, body throbbing, mind reeling. The twin gods moved like shadows, pressing you between them, stroking, whispering.
"Do you feel that?" Merrit murmured, dragging a hand down your thigh, lifting your leg around his hip. "You're already soaked. Dripping. Just from being caught."
"So fucking weak for punishment." Sylus said, biting your neck. "You're lucky we caught you first. If Nick had taken you...gods April. You have no idea what would've happened."
"But you're going to learn," Merrit whispered. "Exactly what divine wrath feels like."
They lifted you; literally lifted you, body limp in their arms, and carried you deeper into their realm. You didn't know where. You didn't care.
"You'll sleep between us, "Merrit whispered into your mouth, not kissing, just breathing you in. "Naked. Bound. Gagged; unless we want to hear those little begging sounds."
"Well tickle you until your laughter is broken," Sylus promised dragging his finger across your ribs. "Until you're hoarse and aching."
"Until you forget what silence feels like." Merrit said. "Until pleasure is torment...and torment is home."
You couldn't stop moaning. They hadn't even done anything to you yet, and you were already unraveling.
"We'll edge that sweet little body for hours," Sylus whispered, hand between your legs now, stroking the heat between your thighs, slow and deliberate. "You'll beg us to cum. We won't let you."
"We'll hold you down," Merrit added, cupping your chin, licking the corner of your mouth. "tickling you while you're soaking wet and shaking, telling you exactly what you're not allowed to have."
"And if you disobey," Sylus said, voice colder now, pressing harder against your core. "We'll bind you and leave you like that. Trembling. Desperate."
"For days." Merrit whispered.
"Screaming." Sylus breathed against your neck.
"Dripping."
"Begging."
"And no one will hear you but us."
Your body buckled in their arms. You cried out. They caught you again.
"There she goes." Merrit said. "She falls apart so easily for us."
"We should break her now," Sylus growled, Impatient. "Push her down and devour her."
"Not yet," Merrit murmured. "First we need to cleanse our filthy little offering."
You didn't speak as they lead you, but they kept at your ear with threats and promises of feathers, fingertips and tongues.
They wanted you to feel it, this walk of shame, this march toward your sanctification...and your undoing.
"We're going to wash away every little indiscretion," Whispered one.
"Every wicked dream. Every dirty thought Nick's put into that pretty little head of yours." Promised the other.
You trembled.
They desended with you into the bath of shadows.
The chamber was carved from black marble, vast and echoing, lit only by floating globes of blue flame that hovered in the air like stars. At its center was a bath; a massive, sunken pool of onyx tile, filled with violet water that shimmered like liquid moonlight. The scent of dark roses, sandalwood, and ash curled up from the steam.
The surface was still. Sacred. Waiting for you.
"Strip." Sylus said, stopping just at the waters edge.
You hesitated. Merrit stepped infront of you, eyes burning.
"We didn't ask, love," he said softly, almost sweetly. "We gave you a command."
He reached out and began removing your clothes himself, fingers deliberate and slow. Sylus stepped behind you, pulling the fabric from your shoulders, while Merrit handled the front. Their touch was choreographed, reverant and unyielding. They peeled you like a sin being unwrapped.
Your shift slid from your shoulders, your breasts bared to the cold air. You gasped as Sylus's fingers skimmed down your spine, slow as dripping wax, the first string of giggles bubbling dangerously to the surface as you stood trembling. Merrits gaze never left your face as he lowered himself to his knees and slid your underwear down your thighs.
"Still trembling," he murmured. "What is it, Petal? Ashamed or aching?"
You could only breathe.
When you were bare, they stepped back, making you stand nude and exposed before the steamy water, your skin trickling with anticipation and shame.
Merrit raised his hand. The shadows obeyed. Silken cords of darkness rose from the water like ribbons, lifting your body with gentle precision. Your limbs hung weightless, suspended just above the surface of the pool as if the gods themselves refused to let your feet touch until you were purified.
They undressed for you.
It was deliberate.
They wanted you to watch.
You'd seen male beauty before. This was divine. And they knew it.
They moved like shadows, slipping into the bath on either side of you, the water only lapping when they allowed it.
The shadows lowered you onto their arms. Your back hit the surface, and their hands caught you, Merrit beneath your thighs, Sylus under your shoulders, suspending you like a precious guilty thing between them.
The bath started slow.
Agonizingly slow.
Merrits fingers skimmed across your belly, so light it was maddening. You twitched immediately, gasping as the sensation bloomed onto laughter that wouldn't quite escape. He only raised a brow as he slid behind you, lifting your back against his chest settling you into his lap.
"You're going to laugh for us, Petal." He whispered, his hot breath against your ear. "You're going to laugh until you're clean."
Sylus moved between your legs, his silver eyes narrowed, gleaming with cold power as he whispered something ancient under his breath; a spell older than light. The washcloth in his hand shimmered. Its threads darkened, alive now with invisible magic. The enchantment hummed with soft malice. It wasnt for cleansing. It was for correction.
For punishment.
"You'll laugh, little witch." He warned. "You'll squirm, and when you're broken and breathless, we'll start again."
Merrits arms wrapped slowly across your waist, locking around your ribs possessively. He wasnt cuddling you. He was restraining you.
"You're going to hold still," he said, his lips brushing against your skin. "And take everything we give you."
"No begging." Sylus added, dipping the enchanted cloth into the water. "No mercy."
Then...
He dragged the cloth slowly up your arm.
You jerked...hard.
The sensation was instant. Impossible. The moment the fabric touched your skin, it was like a thousand soft, teasing fingers exploded across your nerves. You gasped, laughed; a startled, helpless sound.
"Nononono...oh, fuck." You whispered, instantly panicked.
"Language." Merrit scolded, but he was grinning at your cheek. His lips grazed your skin, and you felt his arousal, thick and solid against your back under the water.
Sylus said nothing. He didn't have to. He moved with terrifying slowness, gliding the cloth across your collarbone, your sternum, under your breasts. You squealed, then tried to pull away. But Merrit only held you tighter.
The cloth slid lower, over your ribs. You shrieked with laughter, body twitching, thrashing in Mertits arms. It was no use.
"That's it," he growled against your ear. "Laugh for us, you sweet little traitor. Every twitch is a confession. Every giggle says yes, please punish me more."
"Filthy girl." Sylus muttered under his breath. His face showed no expression in, but his movements were methodical, relentless. The cloth drifted lower. Across your belly, down your hip. "So much sin in soft skin..."
"So much Nick in you," Merrit snarled, suddenly biting your neck. "Did you like what he showed you? His whispers in your sleep? Let him touch you like this..."
Mertits hands that were locked around you, dug into your sides viciously. Fresh screams of laughter were ripped from your chest like stolen trophies.
"She would have begged him to," Sylus murmured, dragging the cloth across your lower belly, towards your mound. The cloth didn't touch your folds, yet, but it danced just above, and your entire body convulsed.
You were a mess. Tears freely streamed down your cheeks. And the worst part? You're body was betraying you; hips rolling instinctively between Merrits legs, begging for friction.
"Filthy." Merrit whispered, his voice darker now, condescending. One hand stopped its torment and slipped up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking casually against the nipple. "We touch you and you squirm like a fevered little thing. So desperate. So sweet. You dont even know what you're begging for, fo you?"
You shook your head frantically. No words. Only laughter escaped your lips now.
Sylus dipped the cloth again and began washing your thighs.
You screamed, pleaded. He continued on as if he were merely performing a mundane task rather than delivering slow, deliberate torment.
"When you're clean," He finally spoke. "We're going to take you."
Your eyes flew open.
"Yesss." Merrit hissed, drawing out the word for effect. "One of us in your mouth...one of us inside you."
"And then we'll switch," Sylus added, running the cloth between your thighs, brushing against your heat, licking you like fire, smacking darkly with the taste of delicious forbidden fruit. "Again. And again."
"Until you cant remember which of us you're crying for."
"Until you're sore. Spent. Laughing in your sleep."
"Until you wake up every day," Merrit breathed, his fingers slipping lower now, brushing between your legs. "and beg to be washed."
"Not to be clean," Sylus said. "But to be owned."
You sobbed out a low, shameful moan, thrashing in their arms, your body hovering between unbearable laughter and infuriating arousal.
Sylus washed every single inch of your skin until your laughter was blown out and had gone ragged, ruined by breathless moans and broken pleas. The enchanted cloth floated somewhere nearby, discarded for now, though its magic still danced like static across your damp skin.
Without a word, Sylus slid closer in the water. His fingers curled beneath your jaw, tilting your face towards his. His stormy eyes burned like twin stars about to collapse.
His lips pressed to yours. Slow. Deep. Consuming. His tongue slid past your lips with unhurried precision, exploring your mouth like he had all eternity. His lips tasted of frost and smoke and vengeance. He kissed you like a god who had waited centuries for this exact moment to devour what was his.
And just as your body melted into it, Merrit slipped a finger inside you.
You arched, whimpered, the sound swallowed by Sylus's mouth.
One finger. Then a second. Slow. Explicit, deep. He moved them in a steady rhythm, curling expertly as if he knew exactly where your nerve endings sang. His other hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider under the water.
The small suggestion caused you to moan into Syluses mouth, desperate now, and he kissed you harder in response.
He pulled back.
Coldly. Sharply.
His mouth left yours. His hand retreated.
And so did Merrits fingers.
Your walls helplessly clenched around nothing.
"Still unclean." Sylus sneared.
You whimpered, panting, stunned.
"Please," you whispered, eyes glassy from arousal. "Please..."
"No." Merrit said firmly, voice dark and velvet-slick against your ear. "You dont get to beg yet."
You squirmed in his arms, trying to grind back against him, but he only held you tighter, locking your body in place like a vice.
"Shes still thinking about him." Merrit growled. "Still thinking about that fucking red door."
"Then we'll erase it." Sylus said.
He attacked.
His hands lashed out, ten cold fingers digging along your thighs and over your kneecaps beneath the water.
You shrieked, howled, as your body exploded in wild, uncontrollable laughter. If they hadn't been controlling the water itself, it would of chaotically flown in every which direction. Your back arched, but Merrits strong arms kept you still, locked to him like an anchor.
Sylus didn't let up.
He tickled with a dreadful ruthlessness, fingers flying up to your hips, over your belly, up to your sides, back again, never giving you a moments respite.
You kicked. Thrashed. Cried out.
"Merrit...please!" Begging him for help, for mercy.
But Merrit only laughed.
"Hes not going to stop." He said low against your ear, his voice a cruel purr. His hand snaked up your torso, fingers brushing your breast as you bucked. "He's going to torture you until that stupid Fuck, Nick, is gone from your mind."
"Every time you think of him," Sylus snarled, increasing the pressure. "You'll remember this. The way it tickled. The way it burned. The way it drove you mad."
You screamed. Begged. Your body shook from the prolonged torment, and underneath it all, the aching heat inside you only grew.
Merrit kissed your temple, whispering sweet poison.
"You'll be good for us after this, won't you, Petal?"
"You'll forget him."
"This is for your own good, my lovely girl."
For a moment, just a moment, you thought it was over. Merrit released you. His arms unwrapped from around your trembling body, and you collapsed farther into the water, gasping, sobbing, hair plastered to your neck. The air hit you like a cold slap. For just a breath, despite the discomfort, you felt overwhelming relief.
But then a new set of arms replaced the others, and you were suddenly being pulled down into Sylus's lap. Feeling betrayed, you cried out in frustration, throwing a fit like a child.
He was just as hard as Merrit had been. Thick and stiff, pressed against your ass beneath the water like a weapon waiting for use. His thighs spread, your legs dangling helplessly over then. He locked you in place atop him, his breath cool and slow against your damp neck.
"No one said you could rest." He murmured, voice molten silver. "You're not finished, little witch."
Before you could twist away, his hands moved. They slid up your arms, raising them above his head with calculated ease. Then downwards, folding them behind his neck, palms against the back of his head, elbows framing his face.
You tried to lower them. You couldn't. Shadows snapped around your wrists, binding them in place.
Your breath caught.
You were frozen.
Exposed.
Offered up like a gift.
You couldn't shield yourself.
Couldn't hide. The gods had you open.
Sylus's laugh was low and dark in your ear.
"There we are," he whispered. "Now you're exactly where we want you."
He began to touch you. Not roughly, not urgently. One hand rose to your breast, fingers curling around it possessively while his thumb rolled your nipple. Slow. Unhurried.
He leaned forward, kissing the inside of your elbow like it was sacred. Then your bicep. Soft, reverant kisses so gentle, they sent shivers across your skin. His head dipped lower and before you could adjust to the change in sensation, his clever tongue did the unthinkable.
A slow, wet stroke right into the deepest part of your armpit, from base to edge. Sensual. Devastating.
Your arms jerked violently against the shadow restraints.
"Still!" He snapped, voice even colder now.
He went back in.
His tongue licked again. And again. Slower each time, firmer. Hot and slick and horrifyingly tender.
You shrieked, laughter bursting from your chest in stuttering gasps as the sensations ripped through your whole body. It was ticklish, yes, but it was intimate, raw, deliberate. He was consuming you.
"So sensitive," he whispered between licks. "So easily undone. Just from a little tongue in the right place."
He shifted to the other side, licking a ring around your other underarm. Then pressed his mouth fully to it, sucking, just gently enough to make you thrash from hysteria.
"SYLUS, PLEASE...NO!"
He pulled back just long enough to say "No. Not until I've sucked the disobedience out of you."
Merrit had moved. He didn't join it, not yet. Instead he circled infront and lowered himself onto a submerged step in the bath, sitting like a prince before his offering. He spread his knees, leaned forward. His eyes were fixed on you. Watching his brother unravel you.
Sylus's tongue danced inside your hollow, circling, lapping, the tip of his tongue flicking against the sensitive nerves. Occasionally he'd nibble, making you scream out, hopelessly, begging for Merrits help. His hands gripped your hips to keep you from twisting, and your arms, still bound high behind his neck, offered no defense, no escape.
Your laughter rose higher, panicked, frantic, and Sylus moaned into your skin. The vibration shattered you.
Your hips squirmed against his lap uselessly, clit throbbing, body on fire with ticklish pleasure you couldn't process. You tried clamping your legs together, but couldn't, his thighs held yours wide.
And then, the unthinkable.
Merrit reached forward. He took your foot, cradling it in both hands.
"If you ever let Nick touch you..." Merrit began slowly, voice as soft and smooth as silk. "...we will never touch you again."
His fingers dug into your sole. Viciously. With a cruelty insidious, even for him.
Five fingers dancing in perfect circles beneath your toes. He scratched behind them. He flicked them. He pulled them back and scribbled at the base.
"P-PLEASE!" Sobbing. "MERRIT, NO! I CANT...OH GOD'S, PLEASE STOP!"
That's when Sylus's hands slipped beneath your thighs, lifting you. You felt him.
The blunt head of his cock, thick with heat, nudging between your folds, pressing against your soaked, overstimulated entrance. He didn't ask. He didn't warn you. He simply pulled you down.
Your lips parted in a silent cry as your body stretched around him, inch by inch. Sylus filled you like a god who waited centuries to return home.
He began to rock you. Up. Down. Each motion, slow, exact. He filled you completely and then withdrew just enough to make your body beg for more.
Merrits frantic scratching at your toes began to slow. He started to play, fingers sliding up your sole. Light. Teasing. Sadistic.
You moaned, laughed, your body shook as the sensations clashed. You tried to hold still. But the pleasure was too sharp. And Merrits touch; light, rhythmic, unpredictable, sent lightning through your body every time Sylus bottomed out inside you.
"She's clenching." Sylus growled, voice strained.
Merrit scratched lightly across your arch. You screamed. Giggled. Moaned. Your hips jerked and Sylus growled again, struggling to keep his rhythm steady as your **** spasmed around him.
"Merrit, please!" You sobbed.
"Please what, Petal?" Merrit purred, brushing both thumbs gently at the sides of your foot. "Please tickle you more? Or please stop being fucked? Because only one of those things is going to happen."
Sylus held you firm, thrusting up into you now, slow and deep, his breath harsh against your shoulder. He kept it tortourously slow, hands firm, sliding you up and down his shaft with godlike patience.
Merrit released your foot, only to reach for the other.
"Lets see what happens when we make her dance."
The moment his fingers fluttered across the arch of your left foot, while the right was still twitching from earlier torment, your body convulsed in Sylus's lap. You clenched around him so hard, he groaned aloud.
"Fuck!" Sylus hissed, hips bucking up once before regaining control. "Shes squeezing me like a fucking vice."
Every time Merrit hit a sensitive spot, your body betrayed you.
Laugh.
Sob.
Cry out.
Clench.
Again and again and again.
And sylus was moaning behind you, his voice gutteral and strained, now struggling to keep his rhythm as your spasms pulsed around his cock.
You were writhing now.
Bound.
Exposed.
Tormented.
Desperate.
Sylus finally quickened his pace, giving into the pleasure. He dove deeper, steadily increasing the pressure, stretching you open, dragging across every nerve inside you with motion.
Your head fell back, lips parted.
Your climax hit like fire.
White-hot.
Violent.
You arched with a sobbing scream, your walls constricting around Sylus as your entire body locked and trembled. Your leg spasmed in Mertits hands, your laughter giving way to open-mouthed cries, gasps, moans...completely undone.
Sylus groaned, it was almost a growl, feral and intense.
You felt him throb deep inside you, heat filling you in powerful pulses as he came with you, his hips jerking beneath the water.
"Fuck...yes." He hissed, burying himself as deep as he could. "Tight little thing, gods! Yes."
You collapsed, breathless, your body twitching with aftershocks as he held you down, cock still pushing inside you.
"Good girl," Merrit murmured, smiling. "She made a mess of you, didn't she brother?"
Sylus's hands released your hips with one final squeeze, and he pushed you forward, gently, but with clear intent.
"My turn." Merrit said, his eyes dark with hunger.
You were barely upright when Merrit guided you closer, his hand tangled in your wet hair.
He was seated on the submerged step still; legs spread, cock hard and flushed and waiting, the tip glistening just above the surface of the water. Thick. Pale. Beautiful. His.
"Open your mouth, Petal." He whispered. "Make it worth the wait."
You dropped to your knees in the warm water between his thighs, still panting from your climax. Your lips wrapped around him and you tasted heat and shadow and need.
He hissed under his breath.
"That's it, love, " he moaned, threading his fingers tighter in your hair. "Take me in. Nice and deep now."
You obeyed.
Your lips slid down his length, the heat and weight of him dizzying. His cock filled your mouth, and you worked your tongue around him, sucking slow, dragging your lips back in delight. You could taste his control, how tightly he held it...how close he was to losing it.
You bobbed deeper, faster, your hands bracing his thighs, hollowing your cheeks.
Merrit shifted and groaned, tilting his head back, hips lifting into your mouth.
"You greedy, little thing." He panted. "Fucking Hell...slow down...I'm going to..."
You chased his cock with your mouth, like it was the last pleasure you'd ever taste. You moaned around him. Eager. Ready.
"Petal.." he groaned, fighting giving over his seed with all he had.
He shuddered. Bucked.
Then...he broke.
His hips jerked once, twice...and you felt him pulse, cock twitching between your lips as hot ropes of ambrosia laced cum spilled into your throat. You swallowed instinctively, his groan loud and unguarded as you milked him through it, your hands squeezing his thighs while he throbbed and sighed and claimed you.
Sylus chuckled, low and amused.
"What were you saying about her making a mess of me? You lasted less than two minutes."
"Fuck you." Merrit replied, not even slightly amused as he tenderly stroked your hair.
You were trembling, head resting on Merrits thigh, lips swollen and glistening, your body still floating gently in the warm water.
They reverantly lifted you into their arms, now silently rinsing you clean before dressing you in a soft, plush robe. You nearly fell asleep as you were being carried away, disciplined, used, and worshiped by the twin gods of shadow.
Sylus and Merrit
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Nick
You ran barefoot through the corridors made of shadow and ancient magic, your heart pounding so loud you couldn't hear your thoughts. The darkness listened. It curled around your ankles, hungry. The air pressed in from all sides; heavy, intoxicating, laced with dread and arousal. Their realm was changing. It wasnt stone anymore. It was alive, responding to their fury.
You had stood at the red door. You had touched it. And worse...you had wanted to open it.
Even in your sleepwalking haze, you remembered the weight of the handle, the forbidden hum of power beneath your fingers. Nicks seduction had woven around your dreams like spider silk. He had called you to it. Whispered your name like a lover. And you almost answered.
But Jacob had found you.
Jacob, your sweet guardian, had pulled you back, punishing you gently, thinking he could spare you from consequence.
But shadows dont keep secrets.
Not from the gods who made them.
"Petal."
Merrits voice wrapped around your spine like a collar. Low. Dark. Deadly. The kind of voice that could make a woman drop to her knees without ever being touched.
You choked on a breath, stumbled and turned down another corridor.
"Running?" Came Sylus's voice now; identical to Merrits but colder, smoother, detached, and edged with something deeper than rage. "Do you think your little legs can carry you far in our realm?"
You ran faster, tears biting your eyes, but it was no use. Their shadows were everywhere. Flickering at the corners of your vision, racing toward you like the hands of fate.
"We trusted you," Merrit murmered, voice closer. "Told you that door was never to be touched. That Nick is not a game."
"And you dared," Sylus whispered, "to lay your greedy little hand on it anyway."
The shadows surged. You turned a final corner...and slammed into a wall of muscle and darkness.
Sylus.
He caught you with ease, pressing you hard against the wall of his chest. His silver eyes glowed like two moons in the dark. His jaw clenched. Power radiated off his skin like frost.
"Got you." He breathed.
You struggled, but it was laughable. His grip was iron. His body, beautiful and terrible, was built like a marble statue forged in void. Cool. Smooth. Divine. His hand slid around your throat, firmly, holding, claiming.
"Look at her caught," Merrit purred. Stepping from the shadows like a panther. Same wild black hair like his brother, identical features in every way save for his deep, blue-black eyes. His lips were parted in a mocking smile.
"Poor things already shaking."
"Mercy..." the word slipped from your lips like a whispered prayer.
Merrit smiled wider. "No mercy here, love. Only us."
They circled you.
Sylus held you still as Merits hands began to roam; fingertips dragging slowly down your bare arms, over your waist, along the curve of your ass. You whimpered as your body betrayed you, aching and trembling with need.
"Do you know what youve done?" Merrit whispered, voice hot against your neck. "You touched the one thing that belongs to no one. Not even to us."
"The door we sealed in blood and shadow." Sylus added, sliding his hand up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your shift. "Because behind it is something that even we struggle to control."
"And you walked right up to it like a good little slut, sleep-dazed and dripping with temptation," Merrit growled, his lips grazing your earloab. "Trying to let him out."
"Were you going to offer yourself to him, little one?" Sylus hissed, his fingers pinching your nipple through the fabric until you cried out.
"He'd have taken you from us. Do we mean that little to you? Is that what you want? He'd have more than taken you."
"N-no." You stammered, legs dangerously close to buckling between the two of them.
"And so, we are taking you..." Merrit promised. "Until youve been reminded just who you belong to."
You moaned, body throbbing, mind reeling. The twin gods moved like shadows, pressing you between them, stroking, whispering.
"Do you feel that?" Merrit murmured, dragging a hand down your thigh, lifting your leg around his hip. "You're already soaked. Dripping. Just from being caught."
"So fucking weak for punishment." Sylus said, biting your neck. "You're lucky we caught you first. If Nick had taken you...gods April. You have no idea what would've happened."
"But you're going to learn," Merrit whispered. "Exactly what divine wrath feels like."
They lifted you; literally lifted you, body limp in their arms, and carried you deeper into their realm. You didn't know where. You didn't care.
"You'll sleep between us, "Merrit whispered into your mouth, not kissing, just breathing you in. "Naked. Bound. Gagged; unless we want to hear those little begging sounds."
"Well tickle you until your laughter is broken," Sylus promised dragging his finger across your ribs. "Until you're hoarse and aching."
"Until you forget what silence feels like." Merrit said. "Until pleasure is torment...and torment is home."
You couldn't stop moaning. They hadn't even done anything to you yet, and you were already unraveling.
"We'll edge that sweet little body for hours," Sylus whispered, hand between your legs now, stroking the heat between your thighs, slow and deliberate. "You'll beg us to cum. We won't let you."
"We'll hold you down," Merrit added, cupping your chin, licking the corner of your mouth. "tickling you while you're soaking wet and shaking, telling you exactly what you're not allowed to have."
"And if you disobey," Sylus said, voice colder now, pressing harder against your core. "We'll bind you and leave you like that. Trembling. Desperate."
"For days." Merrit whispered.
"Screaming." Sylus breathed against your neck.
"Dripping."
"Begging."
"And no one will hear you but us."
Your body buckled in their arms. You cried out. They caught you again.
"There she goes." Merrit said. "She falls apart so easily for us."
"We should break her now," Sylus growled, Impatient. "Push her down and devour her."
"Not yet," Merrit murmured. "First we need to cleanse our filthy little offering."
You didn't speak as they lead you, but they kept at your ear with threats and promises of feathers, fingertips and tongues.
They wanted you to feel it, this walk of shame, this march toward your sanctification...and your undoing.
"We're going to wash away every little indiscretion," Whispered one.
"Every wicked dream. Every dirty thought Nick's put into that pretty little head of yours." Promised the other.
You trembled.
They desended with you into the bath of shadows.
The chamber was carved from black marble, vast and echoing, lit only by floating globes of blue flame that hovered in the air like stars. At its center was a bath; a massive, sunken pool of onyx tile, filled with violet water that shimmered like liquid moonlight. The scent of dark roses, sandalwood, and ash curled up from the steam.
The surface was still. Sacred. Waiting for you.
"Strip." Sylus said, stopping just at the waters edge.
You hesitated. Merrit stepped infront of you, eyes burning.
"We didn't ask, love," he said softly, almost sweetly. "We gave you a command."
He reached out and began removing your clothes himself, fingers deliberate and slow. Sylus stepped behind you, pulling the fabric from your shoulders, while Merrit handled the front. Their touch was choreographed, reverant and unyielding. They peeled you like a sin being unwrapped.
Your shift slid from your shoulders, your breasts bared to the cold air. You gasped as Sylus's fingers skimmed down your spine, slow as dripping wax, the first string of giggles bubbling dangerously to the surface as you stood trembling. Merrits gaze never left your face as he lowered himself to his knees and slid your underwear down your thighs.
"Still trembling," he murmured. "What is it, Petal? Ashamed or aching?"
You could only breathe.
When you were bare, they stepped back, making you stand nude and exposed before the steamy water, your skin trickling with anticipation and shame.
Merrit raised his hand. The shadows obeyed. Silken cords of darkness rose from the water like ribbons, lifting your body with gentle precision. Your limbs hung weightless, suspended just above the surface of the pool as if the gods themselves refused to let your feet touch until you were purified.
They undressed for you.
It was deliberate.
They wanted you to watch.
You'd seen male beauty before. This was divine. And they knew it.
They moved like shadows, slipping into the bath on either side of you, the water only lapping when they allowed it.
The shadows lowered you onto their arms. Your back hit the surface, and their hands caught you, Merrit beneath your thighs, Sylus under your shoulders, suspending you like a precious guilty thing between them.
The bath started slow.
Agonizingly slow.
Merrits fingers skimmed across your belly, so light it was maddening. You twitched immediately, gasping as the sensation bloomed onto laughter that wouldn't quite escape. He only raised a brow as he slid behind you, lifting your back against his chest settling you into his lap.
"You're going to laugh for us, Petal." He whispered, his hot breath against your ear. "You're going to laugh until you're clean."
Sylus moved between your legs, his silver eyes narrowed, gleaming with cold power as he whispered something ancient under his breath; a spell older than light. The washcloth in his hand shimmered. Its threads darkened, alive now with invisible magic. The enchantment hummed with soft malice. It wasnt for cleansing. It was for correction.
For punishment.
"You'll laugh, little witch." He warned. "You'll squirm, and when you're broken and breathless, we'll start again."
Merrits arms wrapped slowly across your waist, locking around your ribs possessively. He wasnt cuddling you. He was restraining you.
"You're going to hold still," he said, his lips brushing against your skin. "And take everything we give you."
"No begging." Sylus added, dipping the enchanted cloth into the water. "No mercy."
Then...
He dragged the cloth slowly up your arm.
You jerked...hard.
The sensation was instant. Impossible. The moment the fabric touched your skin, it was like a thousand soft, teasing fingers exploded across your nerves. You gasped, laughed; a startled, helpless sound.
"Nononono...oh, fuck." You whispered, instantly panicked.
"Language." Merrit scolded, but he was grinning at your cheek. His lips grazed your skin, and you felt his arousal, thick and solid against your back under the water.
Sylus said nothing. He didn't have to. He moved with terrifying slowness, gliding the cloth across your collarbone, your sternum, under your breasts. You squealed, then tried to pull away. But Merrit only held you tighter.
The cloth slid lower, over your ribs. You shrieked with laughter, body twitching, thrashing in Mertits arms. It was no use.
"That's it," he growled against your ear. "Laugh for us, you sweet little traitor. Every twitch is a confession. Every giggle says yes, please punish me more."
"Filthy girl." Sylus muttered under his breath. His face showed no expression in, but his movements were methodical, relentless. The cloth drifted lower. Across your belly, down your hip. "So much sin in soft skin..."
"So much Nick in you," Merrit snarled, suddenly biting your neck. "Did you like what he showed you? His whispers in your sleep? Let him touch you like this..."
Mertits hands that were locked around you, dug into your sides viciously. Fresh screams of laughter were ripped from your chest like stolen trophies.
"She would have begged him to," Sylus murmured, dragging the cloth across your lower belly, towards your mound. The cloth didn't touch your folds, yet, but it danced just above, and your entire body convulsed.
You were a mess. Tears freely streamed down your cheeks. And the worst part? You're body was betraying you; hips rolling instinctively between Merrits legs, begging for friction.
"Filthy." Merrit whispered, his voice darker now, condescending. One hand stopped its torment and slipped up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking casually against the nipple. "We touch you and you squirm like a fevered little thing. So desperate. So sweet. You dont even know what you're begging for, fo you?"
You shook your head frantically. No words. Only laughter escaped your lips now.
Sylus dipped the cloth again and began washing your thighs.
You screamed, pleaded. He continued on as if he were merely performing a mundane task rather than delivering slow, deliberate torment.
"When you're clean," He finally spoke. "We're going to take you."
Your eyes flew open.
"Yesss." Merrit hissed, drawing out the word for effect. "One of us in your mouth...one of us inside you."
"And then we'll switch," Sylus added, running the cloth between your thighs, brushing against your heat, licking you like fire, smacking darkly with the taste of delicious forbidden fruit. "Again. And again."
"Until you cant remember which of us you're crying for."
"Until you're sore. Spent. Laughing in your sleep."
"Until you wake up every day," Merrit breathed, his fingers slipping lower now, brushing between your legs. "and beg to be washed."
"Not to be clean," Sylus said. "But to be owned."
You sobbed out a low, shameful moan, thrashing in their arms, your body hovering between unbearable laughter and infuriating arousal.
Sylus washed every single inch of your skin until your laughter was blown out and had gone ragged, ruined by breathless moans and broken pleas. The enchanted cloth floated somewhere nearby, discarded for now, though its magic still danced like static across your damp skin.
Without a word, Sylus slid closer in the water. His fingers curled beneath your jaw, tilting your face towards his. His stormy eyes burned like twin stars about to collapse.
His lips pressed to yours. Slow. Deep. Consuming. His tongue slid past your lips with unhurried precision, exploring your mouth like he had all eternity. His lips tasted of frost and smoke and vengeance. He kissed you like a god who had waited centuries for this exact moment to devour what was his.
And just as your body melted into it, Merrit slipped a finger inside you.
You arched, whimpered, the sound swallowed by Sylus's mouth.
One finger. Then a second. Slow. Explicit, deep. He moved them in a steady rhythm, curling expertly as if he knew exactly where your nerve endings sang. His other hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider under the water.
The small suggestion caused you to moan into Syluses mouth, desperate now, and he kissed you harder in response.
He pulled back.
Coldly. Sharply.
His mouth left yours. His hand retreated.
And so did Merrits fingers.
Your walls helplessly clenched around nothing.
"Still unclean." Sylus sneared.
You whimpered, panting, stunned.
"Please," you whispered, eyes glassy from arousal. "Please..."
"No." Merrit said firmly, voice dark and velvet-slick against your ear. "You dont get to beg yet."
You squirmed in his arms, trying to grind back against him, but he only held you tighter, locking your body in place like a vice.
"Shes still thinking about him." Merrit growled. "Still thinking about that fucking red door."
"Then we'll erase it." Sylus said.
He attacked.
His hands lashed out, ten cold fingers digging along your thighs and over your kneecaps beneath the water.
You shrieked, howled, as your body exploded in wild, uncontrollable laughter. If they hadn't been controlling the water itself, it would of chaotically flown in every which direction. Your back arched, but Merrits strong arms kept you still, locked to him like an anchor.
Sylus didn't let up.
He tickled with a dreadful ruthlessness, fingers flying up to your hips, over your belly, up to your sides, back again, never giving you a moments respite.
You kicked. Thrashed. Cried out.
"Merrit...please!" Begging him for help, for mercy.
But Merrit only laughed.
"Hes not going to stop." He said low against your ear, his voice a cruel purr. His hand snaked up your torso, fingers brushing your breast as you bucked. "He's going to torture you until that stupid Fuck, Nick, is gone from your mind."
"Every time you think of him," Sylus snarled, increasing the pressure. "You'll remember this. The way it tickled. The way it burned. The way it drove you mad."
You screamed. Begged. Your body shook from the prolonged torment, and underneath it all, the aching heat inside you only grew.
Merrit kissed your temple, whispering sweet poison.
"You'll be good for us after this, won't you, Petal?"
"You'll forget him."
"This is for your own good, my lovely girl."
For a moment, just a moment, you thought it was over. Merrit released you. His arms unwrapped from around your trembling body, and you collapsed farther into the water, gasping, sobbing, hair plastered to your neck. The air hit you like a cold slap. For just a breath, despite the discomfort, you felt overwhelming relief.
But then a new set of arms replaced the others, and you were suddenly being pulled down into Sylus's lap. Feeling betrayed, you cried out in frustration, throwing a fit like a child.
He was just as hard as Merrit had been. Thick and stiff, pressed against your ass beneath the water like a weapon waiting for use. His thighs spread, your legs dangling helplessly over then. He locked you in place atop him, his breath cool and slow against your damp neck.
"No one said you could rest." He murmured, voice molten silver. "You're not finished, little witch."
Before you could twist away, his hands moved. They slid up your arms, raising them above his head with calculated ease. Then downwards, folding them behind his neck, palms against the back of his head, elbows framing his face.
You tried to lower them. You couldn't. Shadows snapped around your wrists, binding them in place.
Your breath caught.
You were frozen.
Exposed.
Offered up like a gift.
You couldn't shield yourself.
Couldn't hide. The gods had you open.
Sylus's laugh was low and dark in your ear.
"There we are," he whispered. "Now you're exactly where we want you."
He began to touch you. Not roughly, not urgently. One hand rose to your breast, fingers curling around it possessively while his thumb rolled your nipple. Slow. Unhurried.
He leaned forward, kissing the inside of your elbow like it was sacred. Then your bicep. Soft, reverant kisses so gentle, they sent shivers across your skin. His head dipped lower and before you could adjust to the change in sensation, his clever tongue did the unthinkable.
A slow, wet stroke right into the deepest part of your armpit, from base to edge. Sensual. Devastating.
Your arms jerked violently against the shadow restraints.
"Still!" He snapped, voice even colder now.
He went back in.
His tongue licked again. And again. Slower each time, firmer. Hot and slick and horrifyingly tender.
You shrieked, laughter bursting from your chest in stuttering gasps as the sensations ripped through your whole body. It was ticklish, yes, but it was intimate, raw, deliberate. He was consuming you.
"So sensitive," he whispered between licks. "So easily undone. Just from a little tongue in the right place."
He shifted to the other side, licking a ring around your other underarm. Then pressed his mouth fully to it, sucking, just gently enough to make you thrash from hysteria.
"SYLUS, PLEASE...NO!"
He pulled back just long enough to say "No. Not until I've sucked the disobedience out of you."
Merrit had moved. He didn't join it, not yet. Instead he circled infront and lowered himself onto a submerged step in the bath, sitting like a prince before his offering. He spread his knees, leaned forward. His eyes were fixed on you. Watching his brother unravel you.
Sylus's tongue danced inside your hollow, circling, lapping, the tip of his tongue flicking against the sensitive nerves. Occasionally he'd nibble, making you scream out, hopelessly, begging for Merrits help. His hands gripped your hips to keep you from twisting, and your arms, still bound high behind his neck, offered no defense, no escape.
Your laughter rose higher, panicked, frantic, and Sylus moaned into your skin. The vibration shattered you.
Your hips squirmed against his lap uselessly, clit throbbing, body on fire with ticklish pleasure you couldn't process. You tried clamping your legs together, but couldn't, his thighs held yours wide.
And then, the unthinkable.
Merrit reached forward. He took your foot, cradling it in both hands.
"If you ever let Nick touch you..." Merrit began slowly, voice as soft and smooth as silk. "...we will never touch you again."
His fingers dug into your sole. Viciously. With a cruelty insidious, even for him.
Five fingers dancing in perfect circles beneath your toes. He scratched behind them. He flicked them. He pulled them back and scribbled at the base.
"P-PLEASE!" Sobbing. "MERRIT, NO! I CANT...OH GOD'S, PLEASE STOP!"
That's when Sylus's hands slipped beneath your thighs, lifting you. You felt him.
The blunt head of his cock, thick with heat, nudging between your folds, pressing against your soaked, overstimulated entrance. He didn't ask. He didn't warn you. He simply pulled you down.
Your lips parted in a silent cry as your body stretched around him, inch by inch. Sylus filled you like a god who waited centuries to return home.
He began to rock you. Up. Down. Each motion, slow, exact. He filled you completely and then withdrew just enough to make your body beg for more.
Merrits frantic scratching at your toes began to slow. He started to play, fingers sliding up your sole. Light. Teasing. Sadistic.
You moaned, laughed, your body shook as the sensations clashed. You tried to hold still. But the pleasure was too sharp. And Merrits touch; light, rhythmic, unpredictable, sent lightning through your body every time Sylus bottomed out inside you.
"She's clenching." Sylus growled, voice strained.
Merrit scratched lightly across your arch. You screamed. Giggled. Moaned. Your hips jerked and Sylus growled again, struggling to keep his rhythm steady as your **** spasmed around him.
"Merrit, please!" You sobbed.
"Please what, Petal?" Merrit purred, brushing both thumbs gently at the sides of your foot. "Please tickle you more? Or please stop being fucked? Because only one of those things is going to happen."
Sylus held you firm, thrusting up into you now, slow and deep, his breath harsh against your shoulder. He kept it tortourously slow, hands firm, sliding you up and down his shaft with godlike patience.
Merrit released your foot, only to reach for the other.
"Lets see what happens when we make her dance."
The moment his fingers fluttered across the arch of your left foot, while the right was still twitching from earlier torment, your body convulsed in Sylus's lap. You clenched around him so hard, he groaned aloud.
"Fuck!" Sylus hissed, hips bucking up once before regaining control. "Shes squeezing me like a fucking vice."
Every time Merrit hit a sensitive spot, your body betrayed you.
Laugh.
Sob.
Cry out.
Clench.
Again and again and again.
And sylus was moaning behind you, his voice gutteral and strained, now struggling to keep his rhythm as your spasms pulsed around his cock.
You were writhing now.
Bound.
Exposed.
Tormented.
Desperate.
Sylus finally quickened his pace, giving into the pleasure. He dove deeper, steadily increasing the pressure, stretching you open, dragging across every nerve inside you with motion.
Your head fell back, lips parted.
Your climax hit like fire.
White-hot.
Violent.
You arched with a sobbing scream, your walls constricting around Sylus as your entire body locked and trembled. Your leg spasmed in Mertits hands, your laughter giving way to open-mouthed cries, gasps, moans...completely undone.
Sylus groaned, it was almost a growl, feral and intense.
You felt him throb deep inside you, heat filling you in powerful pulses as he came with you, his hips jerking beneath the water.
"Fuck...yes." He hissed, burying himself as deep as he could. "Tight little thing, gods! Yes."
You collapsed, breathless, your body twitching with aftershocks as he held you down, cock still pushing inside you.
"Good girl," Merrit murmured, smiling. "She made a mess of you, didn't she brother?"
Sylus's hands released your hips with one final squeeze, and he pushed you forward, gently, but with clear intent.
"My turn." Merrit said, his eyes dark with hunger.
You were barely upright when Merrit guided you closer, his hand tangled in your wet hair.
He was seated on the submerged step still; legs spread, cock hard and flushed and waiting, the tip glistening just above the surface of the water. Thick. Pale. Beautiful. His.
"Open your mouth, Petal." He whispered. "Make it worth the wait."
You dropped to your knees in the warm water between his thighs, still panting from your climax. Your lips wrapped around him and you tasted heat and shadow and need.
He hissed under his breath.
"That's it, love, " he moaned, threading his fingers tighter in your hair. "Take me in. Nice and deep now."
You obeyed.
Your lips slid down his length, the heat and weight of him dizzying. His cock filled your mouth, and you worked your tongue around him, sucking slow, dragging your lips back in delight. You could taste his control, how tightly he held it...how close he was to losing it.
You bobbed deeper, faster, your hands bracing his thighs, hollowing your cheeks.
Merrit shifted and groaned, tilting his head back, hips lifting into your mouth.
"You greedy, little thing." He panted. "Fucking Hell...slow down...I'm going to..."
You chased his cock with your mouth, like it was the last pleasure you'd ever taste. You moaned around him. Eager. Ready.
"Petal.." he groaned, fighting giving over his seed with all he had.
He shuddered. Bucked.
Then...he broke.
His hips jerked once, twice...and you felt him pulse, cock twitching between your lips as hot ropes of ambrosia laced cum spilled into your throat. You swallowed instinctively, his groan loud and unguarded as you milked him through it, your hands squeezing his thighs while he throbbed and sighed and claimed you.
Sylus chuckled, low and amused.
"What were you saying about her making a mess of me? You lasted less than two minutes."
"Fuck you." Merrit replied, not even slightly amused as he tenderly stroked your hair.
You were trembling, head resting on Merrits thigh, lips swollen and glistening, your body still floating gently in the warm water.
They reverantly lifted you into their arms, now silently rinsing you clean before dressing you in a soft, plush robe. You nearly fell asleep as you were being carried away, disciplined, used, and worshiped by the twin gods of shadow.
