Chapter Twelve

Friday – Warsaw, Poland

Summer

When I wake in the night, the soft glow of my bedside lamp still fills the room. I must have fallen asleep while reading. I place the small book on the table and pull back the covers. When I head to the kitchen for a drink, I see the light coming from the opposite end of the hall but give it little thought. I imagine being vampires, the brothers spend most of their time sleeping during the day and awake at night. I’m pretty sure they’ll be getting right back into their typical schedule now that we are back here in their home.

It takes me a while to find the glasses in the kitchen cabinets. Once I do, I fill one with a small amount of water. Then place it on the island positioned in the middle of the room, and prop myself up on my elbows, surveying the space in the dark.

I jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I see Balint behind me. His eyes glow in the darkness, and I gasp at the sight of them, so beautiful. Reaching up, I cup my hand to his cheek, and I can feel the days-old stubble there, rough against my skin. Balint raises his hand to my lower back and pulls me into him.

Closing his mouth over my own, he takes me in a soft kiss, his hand still on my back. He pulls my body against the length of his, and I can feel his hard arousal pushing against my hip. I moan into his kiss and rub myself on him. He chuckles, and the melody fills the room around us.

“What’s this, midnight snacks?” I hear Aaran say and turn to see him standing in the doorway in his boxer briefs, his erection straining against the waistband.

I reach my hand out to him and motion for him to join us. Balint grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto the counter. The cold marble on the bare skin of my thighs and ass is like ice. Stepping forward, placing his hands on my knees, Balint spreads my legs and steps between them, kissing me again.

I feel another set of hands on me. Aaran has made it to us at the island. He gropes my breasts, kneading them through my t-shirt. When Balint breaks our kiss, he steps back from me, taking the hem of my shirt in his hands, and nods, signaling me to raise my arms. I do as I’m told and raise them above my head, he slips off my shirt, and I sit on the kitchen island naked and exposed to the two brothers.

Reaching my hand down in front of me, I feel for Balint, slipping my hand into the waistband of his shorts and taking his massive cock in it. I run my fingers up the length over his soft, smooth skin, and I can feel a drop of pre cum at the tip. He moans at having my hand on him, pulling his shorts down as he steps out of them, freeing himself for me. He steps forward, grabs me around the waist, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around him as he lowers me down over his shaft. I suck in my breath as he fills me. He is so large that I’m stretched open, tight around him. I shift at the uncomfortable feeling for a moment.

Aaran, coming up behind me, puts his hands around my thighs and takes my weight from Balint. Balint slides his fingers down the front of his body with his now free hand between us, finding my clit. “Relax around me, darling. Take me. I love having this velvet pussy around my cock,” Balint whispers in my ear. His mouth is on my neck then, kissing me roughly down over my breasts as he continues to rub my clit and slowly pull in and out of me inch by inch.

I feel the moment I relax to him, and he slides into me deeper, and I gasp. Aaran is still supporting me while Balint rubs my clit. I come around his cock, hard, and I can hear the gush of cum hitting the floor at their feet.

“That’s right, you’re a good girl who wants to be fucked hard, aren’t ye, lassie?” Aaran says in my ear, and I nod, turning my head to look him in the eyes.

“Yes, Master. Please,” I beg him, my voice is raspy, and I’m gasping for breath as Balint continues his slow, torturous pace.

“Take her,” Aaran says to Balint, and I feel them shift my weight again, then his heat at my back is gone.

Unable to see behind me, distracted by Balint raising and lowering me onto his cock over and over, I get lost in the sensation. I lean forward and kiss him, sucking on his lower lip and pulling it into my mouth. I nip at him. Lean back and smile at him as he chuckles at me.

Feeling Aaran’s hands on me again now as he kneels behind me, spreading my ass cheeks open, exposing my tight rosebud to him. His tongue slides across me, and I moan, tossing my head back. Then his fingers are massaging me there, coating me with his spit, and readying me for him. The tightness of being so full with Balint inside my pussy and Aaran’s fingers in my ass is pushing me over the edge.

“Masters, I need to come.” I ask for permission this time, giving them complete control of my body. “Please?”

“Not yet,” Aaran tells me as he stands again, his chest pushing against my back, Balint lowers me down onto him again, and I feel the head of Aaran’s cock at my entrance, pushing and spreading me.

He reaches around me between my and Balint’s body and finds my clit. He pinches me hard. At the same time, he says, “Come, lassie.” His words against my ear undo me, and I scream.

My muscles clench around Balint inside me, and I feel Aaran drill forward into my ass all at once as my orgasm takes me higher. The pain of being stretched so much for them is nearly too much to handle, and I’m gasping. The brothers find their rhythm and fuck me together, pinned between their bodies. Balint kisses me in his rough, demanding way while Aaran covers my back and neck with his kisses.

Aaran slides his hand up my body from my clit to my breasts and squeezes, pulling and pinching hard. He is bringing me closer to the edge again. “Master, thank you. Yes!” I gasp out between Balint’s kisses, grateful to have their hands on my body. I feel Balint pick up his pace and his fingertips dig into my thighs. I know tomorrow I’ll be bruised where he is holding me tightly.

“Come for us, darling,” he tells me as he slams me down onto both of them, and I cry out. The fire building inside me fills my veins, and its heat burns me from the inside out. I need them. I am theirs. If I don’t have them inside me, I will die.

I don’t know where the thought comes from, but I embrace it and look Balint in the eyes as I watch him come apart at the seams for me when he comes deep inside me. Aaran’s cries match his, and they finish simultaneously, filling me with their seed. Marking me as theirs.

I drop my head forward onto Balint’s shoulder, panting. “Thank you, Master.”

“What the fuck is this?” I hear Tommie say, and I see him and Jakub standing in the doorway. I smile at him and crook my finger towards him, beckoning them to me.

When they cross the room to us, Balint and Aaran hand me over to Tommie, and he carries me to the table. I’m perched on the corner of it, and Jakub comes over, guides me down onto my back in front of him, Tommie between my legs and Jakub at my mouth. They claim me. I gasp as they fill me, crying out around Jakub’s dick buried deep in my mouth.

Quickly they fuck me, hard and fast, while their brothers watch them take me. I meet Balint’s gaze, and he nods at me, a sly smile on his face. I take it as permission and slide my hand down over my breasts, my stomach, and to my clit while Tommie pounds into me. The moment I touch myself, I arch my back up off the table and whine at the sensation. I’m so sensitive now, from Aaran and Balint using my body before.

Jakub pounds into my mouth, taking hold of my hair. He fucks my face hard. “I’m going to show you who you belong to,” he tells me, looking down into my eyes as he fucks me. “Whose you are.” I nod at his words the best I can. The pain of his hand in my hair sends me over the edge, and I buck up off the table again. Tommie puts his hands on my hips, squeezing hard, and holds me down, fucking me deeper.

I watch as the two nod at each other, and both of them pull out of me. I’m gasping for breath and left feeling empty. I whine at them, “More, I need more.” I can hear Balint chuckle from behind Jakub and turn to look at him. I watch as Jakub and Tommie both slide their hands up and down the length of their cocks, then hot, white streams of cum shoot out of them and coat my body. Jakub continues to cum on my face and breasts. I lap at him wanting to taste him, all while Tommie cums on my stomach and thighs.

“Who do you belong to?” I hear Balint ask me, and I smile up at them.

“You Masters,” I say, lying on the table filled with and covered in their cum. They have marked me as theirs. I belong to them, now and forever.

***

When I wake with a start, the light is still on in the room, it fills it with a soft glow, and I reach over to touch the book on the nightstand. Sitting up, I look around the room, dazed, confused, unsure of what happened. What felt so real was only a dream.

When I shift, I can feel how wet the bed sheets are. I came dreaming of them again. More than once from the feel of it. I reach down between my legs, and the moment I touch myself, I explode in orgasm, the surprise of it catches me off guard, and I cry out. I slowly rub myself through the aftershocks, letting the feeling take over my body and then easing myself through it.

When I pull back the covers, I look down at my bare thighs, they’re slick with my cum, and there are small bruises that look like fingerprints. Brushing my hand over them, I close my eyes and think back to my dream and having Balint’s hands-on me there. I shake my head. “It’s not possible,” I say to the empty room.

But when I stand, the twinge of pain through my body makes me wince. “It was a dream,” I tell the room, matter of factly. Slowly I pad out of the bedroom and down the hall, ignoring the light at the end of it. Dismissing the all too eerily familiar look of my surroundings, trying not to compare them to that of my dream.

I go right for the cabinet with the glasses in the kitchen. Sure they’ll be there this time. I fill my glass and take small sips trying to slow my heart, my hand resting on my swollen belly, I can feel the baby shift inside me, and I smile.

I feel him behind me before I see him and turn to look into Balint’s glowing eyes. “Can’t sleep, darling?” he asks me.

I shrug in response. When Balint steps towards me, I hold out my hand to stop him. “I can’t,” I say, the same as I did at dinner.

“You can.” He nods at me, continuing to step towards me.

When he reaches me next to the island, he holds his arms out, waiting to see if I’ll take the last step. I collapse forward into him, my face on his shoulder. I can feel the tears stinging my eyes as they build up and spill over and down my cheeks. Balint closes his arms around me, his hand rubbing my hair.

“Shh, shh. You’ve been strong long enough. Let me bear the burden for you, darling. You don’t need to worry anymore,” he whispers in my ear. I look up at him, and meeting his eyes again, I smile weakly. When he leans down and takes my mouth in his, the kiss is soft and inviting. I don’t fight him. I let him kiss me, pushing my body into his, asking him for more. I part my lips to him and let his tongue fill my mouth, he tastes sweet, and I feel dizzy.

I relax against him more, and he has to hold me up. When he breaks the kiss, I notice him look over my head and nod. Turning to look over my shoulder, I see the other three stalk towards us in the kitchen. I remain still, wrapped in Balint’s arms. When Tommie reaches me first, he turns me to him, and I smile up at him, tears staining my cheeks.

Aaran and Jakub flank Tommie. With Balint still at my back, I nod, realization dawning at the same time that Balint pushes ever so slightly on my shoulders. I hesitate, unsure of what they’re expecting. This isn’t some dream, this is reality, and I can’t give myself to them. Not here, not like this. I’m carrying Donnie’s child.

Tommie holds his hand out to me and helps me lower myself to my knees in front of them. Balint steps in front of me, and I look up at all four brothers, presenting myself to them. Kneeling, I raise my behind up off my heels and arch my back. My breasts stretch tight against the thin t-shirt. I manage my position gently with my growing belly in the way. Then settle my hands onto my thighs, palms up presented for them all. Here for them to claim. I meet their glances one last time, and they nod in unison. When I drop my head, bowing to them, I hear the collective gasp fill the kitchen.

I sit this way, submitting to them for a few moments before I feel a hand on my chin, tilting my head back. I look up at them, all of them with the same piercing gaze trained on me.

“Who are we?” Balint asks, his soft, deep voice commanding me.

“Masters.” I don't hesitate. I am theirs.