“Pres, find something we can use as lube,” West said over his shoulder before he put his hand to Scarlett’s throat again. “And you, little Scar, you’re going to take his dick down your throat. I want to feel it against my palm.”
I held onto her braided bun and placed the head of my dick at her lips. She opened her mouth to me, allowing me to slide back in. The angle she was at made it easier for me to shove it down her throat. She gagged but didn’t complain. West watched my cock disappearing with complete rapture. Seeing her take it and feeling it.
Prescott rummaged around in the drawers and then approached us with a bottle of coconut oil. He handed it to Drake and sat on the edge of the bath next to West. Then he ran his hand down Scarlett’s back. She arched into his touch as I began to fuck her throat.
Drake leant forward, popping the cap on the oil and drizzling it on his fingers. I watched him rub her tight little hole before pressing a finger inside. I had a perfect view of what he was doing from where I was standing. If anything, it only made it harder not to come. Feeling Scarlett’s tight throat encasing my cock was more than I could take.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I can’t hold on. You feel so fucking good, little whore.”
“Paint her face,” West said, “make it drip down her chin.”
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.