Bring me your desire, I can cure your disease
(Polyvessels x F!reader)
Prompt: Rituals/ceremonial sex, Specific body part fetish, Breeding
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Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT Sub!Fem!reader, Polyvessels, Switch!Vessel, Switch!IV, Dom!III, Dom!II, The vessels are Vers as fuck in this, Inhuman!Vessels, Reader held captive (kinda), Dub-con, praise, clothed sex, Breast Worship, Tit fucking, grinding, Spit kink, using spit as lube, facial, Voyeurism, anal, dumbification, fingering, Sex on a counter top, PinV, Doggy style, Pulling out, Cuckolding, degradation, blow job, changing positions, Biting, Love marks, Aphrodisiac, Drugging, Thigh fucking, Choking, Monster Fuckish??, crying during sex, Breeding kink, Dubious consent (semi)forced pregnancy, impreg, tied down sex, Sleep token lyrics referenced, Cunnilingus, cream-pie, jerking off while eating you out, Group sex, Orgy, Sleep is a kinky god who likes to watch, orgasm denial, feral behavior, Double penetration, Overstim, DID I MENTION DUB CON? I feel like I should again just in case, cum as lube,
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You walked into the temple, sunlight filtered into the room through the stained glass windows. The sight was breathtaking, colors and lights dancing on the floor. For a brief moment you forgot about the burden you carried. You were summoned by the vessel's of the god of dreams to appear before them. You stood before the altar, a bed of granite in the front of the worship room. You weren't left waiting long, a familiar masked figure entered from behind a curtain, the golden skull mask hid his face but you would recognize IV anywhere. He stood before you, broad shoulders covered in green and gold robes.
"Welcome, you arrived swiftly, the others aren't quite ready yet." IV explained, his tone a mix of mystery and professionalism. You had known IV since you were both kids, you knew him before he was chosen by Sleep. His presence brought you comfort. You attempted to smile at him, trying to calm your nerves.
"I…I'm honored." You muttered, you started to fidget with the hem of your tunic. You knew your whole world was about to change, but how was the question. IV walked around to your side of the altar and pulled you into an embrace. His blue heavy lidded eyes gazed into yours.
"It's alright, We won't let anything bad happen to you Love. I promise." he muttered softly.
"IV, You shouldn't make promises you don't know if you can keep." Another voice joined the conversation. You looked up to see that the other three vessels had entered the room. You didn't know them as well as you knew IV. You had spent time with them in the temple during times of worship or when giving offerings to Sleep. Having worshiped the god your whole life this was something you had done many times. Vessel was the one who spoke, the mouth piece of Sleep, his first. By his side was II, a shorter man but no less impressive. III stood slightly towards the back, leaning on a pillar, watching you closely. They all wore the same green and gold robes. II and III wore the same mask as IV, however Vessel wore a more intricate mask: the sigil of Sleep above a golden maw, like he had torn at the flesh of gods, with only his teeth.
"I plan on keeping this promise, fates be dammed." IV huffed as he pulled you closer, holding you against his chest. You felt your heart flutter. You weren't even sure why you had been summoned yet. Whatever the reason was, it must have been dangerous for IV to have reacted this way.
"Told ya he's attached to her." III chuckled, he stood up and made his way over to you, taking your chin in his hand and examining you closely. His light blue eyes scanned your face as he pressed his thumb against your bottom lip. Your heart raced in your chest, you locked eyes with him and you felt like you couldn't breathe. You could see the smile in his eyes as he spoke "I can see why, she's quite a pretty ting."
"Oi, knock it off III." II huffed, pulling the taller man out of the way so he could stand beside you. "Don't pay him any mind, he just doesn't think with the head on his shoulders most of the time." II placed his hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. III made a sound of protest at II's remark but didn't defend himself at all. Before you could reply or ask why you were here in the first place Vessel cleared his throat and suddenly everyone's attention was on him. He crossed the room and stood in front of you, the others backed away slightly.
"Thank you for coming. I'm sure you have questions. I hope I can answer them." Vessel spoke softly. He took your hand in his and guided you to the altar. "We asked you here help us preform a ritual. I'm sure you have heard of the disease that has taken many lives across our lands?"
"Yes, the plague has taken many lives, and caused much strife." You replied with a nod. Vessel's lips twitched up slightly, like he was fighting back a smile.
"I have asked Sleep for guidance on how to end this before the damage is unrepairable. He has graciously given us an answer. A means to an end." Vessel paused, and tilted his head slightly. You were surprised to feel familiar hands on your waist, and were even more so when IV lifted you to sit on the slab of granite. IV moved to stand behind you as Vessel caged you in, arms on either side of your body as he leaned over you. "You are the answer. You were brought here to rid us of this foul disease."
"Me? but how? I am no one of importance. I do not have the power to change th-" You were interrupted by Vessel's long finger pressed against your lips shushing you. His lips were pressed in to a thin line, what little of his face you could see seemed to be twisted in disapproval. He moved to grab your chin, his thumb pressed against it, gently tilting your face up.
"If you were no one of importance Sleep would not have chosen you. I will not hear you speak of yourself that way again. Understood?" His voice was soft but stern. You nodded, your eyes drawn to the slits in his mask where his eyes lay. You had never seen behind his mask. You assumed you never would. This was all part of the devotion to Sleep, who you used to be matters little once you don the mask. Vessels expression relaxed and he spoke again, his voice greatly comforting to you. "Good. As for your question of how, you will see in good time. For now, IV will escort you to your chambers. If you need anything please do not hesitate to call upon any of us."
~
You sat on the end of the bed in the room you had been staying in for a few days. You hadn't been told exactly what you were there for, and of course any question you asked was answered with cryptic sayings and promises for eventual answers. This should have been incredibly frustrating but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to feel any ill will to the men who kept you locked away.
You looked around the room for what felt like the thousandth time. It was well decorated. A large bed with the softest sheet you had ever slept in, a bow window that looked over the temple gardens, a wardrobe filled with more clothes then you could ever need. In addition some of your personal things from home had shown up in the room over the days you had been there. It seemed you were there to stay.
"Settling in alright?" IV's voice brought you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see your friend, dressed more casually than before, a black long sleeved shirt and loose pants. He still wore a mask, black fabric with the sigil of Sleep painted in white.
"As much as I can be given the situation." You smiled at him, patting the bed beside you to offer him a seat. He obliged, sitting down next to you so that your thighs touched.
"That's fair, it took me a while to find my place here at first too." IV said sympathetically, his hand coming to rest on your leg, his thumb tracing circles on into your thigh. "I…I missed you. There wasn't a day I didn't think of you. When Vessel said you were the one that Sleep had chosen for…" His voice trails off, the reason you're here still a forbidden topic it seemed.
"I missed you too Ivy. The last couple years have just been…Nothing was the same without you," you rested your shoulder against his, laying your head there as you whispered your confession. IV hummed, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer. You sat like that for a moment, you almost felt like no time had passed, you were back home in his arms.
Maybe that's why it was so easy to lay back in the bed as he caressed your body. You never felt safer than you did with his mask pulled up to his nose, exposing his mouth and throat to you. You noticed the yellowing bruises on along the column of his throat, more evidence of the relationship that you had witnessed between the vessels. However right then his mouth was busy sucking marks of his own on your collarbone as he unbuttoned you blouse, eager to feel your skin against his. Your hands clutched the sheets, a whine escaped your lips as his teeth grazed your pulse point.
"You're so perfect for me, Love. For the others too." He mumbled against your skin as his hands caressed your sides, sliding upward to hold your breasts in his hands. Once his hands slid under your bra he let out a moan. "And these tits? Fucking amazing."
"Ivy…" You whimpered as you felt heat in you cheeks at his praise. His hands moved to take off your bra, pushing the blouse off your shoulders at the same time. When he saw your naked torso beneath him he growled.
"Fuck, Darling. Nearly forgot how pretty you are beneath me, can't believe I went this long without you." His voice was rough with desire, his hands continued to caress your chest, running his thumbs over your hardened nipples. You looked up at him, his ocean eyes dark with a storm of lust and need. He leaned in, taking one of your tits in his hand before placing his lips over your nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. You gasped at the contact, you hadn't laid with anyone but him, and it had been so long. Maybe you had also forgotten what it was like to be worshiped by his hands.
With a soft pop he removed his mouth from your nipple, moving to kiss the flesh of your breast, leaving a trail of soft kisses before he bit down. Hard. You yelped, unprepared for the feeling of his teeth digging into the swell of your chest. He had marked his territory. Your hands moved from the sheets to grab at his shirt. You wanted to see more of him. He noticed you pulling at the fabric fruitlessly and he chuckled, sitting up slightly, pulling you up with him.
"No, no, my Darling. You can't have me like that yet. Not yet." He whispered. You could hear the disappointment in his voice. He wanted this as badly as you did and yet he was unable to. You huffed, releasing your grasp on him and falling back on the bed. IV looked at you with an affectionate smile, the mask still pulled up around his nose. "Hush now, all in good time. For now…" he canted his hips forward and you could feel the rock hard bulge in his trousers against your stomach.
"Please…Ivy…need you, need you… somehow, please." You pleaded. IV groaned softly, grinding his hips against you again as he pondered what he wanted to do you. You saw the look of realization cross his face, his hands drifted back up to your breasts, grinning devilishly.
"Well…I think I know just the thing." He chuckled, pulling down his bottoms to reveal his hardened cock. He licked his hand before wrapping his fingers around it, stroking it a couple times as he gazed down at you. He moved forward slightly to straddle your chest. You watched in awe as he leans over you, putting his hand in front of your mouth. You knew what he wanted. You gathered spit in your mouth, letting it pool in his palm. He took the same hand, tilting it over your breasts, drizzling the space between your tits with saliva.
"Press your tits together. Love, that's it. Good girl. Lemme fuck those perfect breasts of yours." He muttered breathlessly as you did as you were told. He lined the head of his cock with the valley of your breasts, pausing for a moment before he thrusted his hips forward, his cock sliding against your skin. You pushed on your tits, watching the head of his cock peak out the other side. He grunted, falling forward to place his hands above your head for better leverage, his hips moved faster, the sound of the bed creaking filled the air. You enjoyed the sight of his torso above you, watching through the tight shirt as his muscles contracted with each movement. You lifted your head slightly, extending your tongue to leave little kitten licks on the tip of his dick every time. You tasted the sweetness of his pre-cum leaking from him and onto your chest.
"Fuck, Love, keep doing that, feels so…mgh." IV moaned at the sensation, the pattern of his thrusts becoming more erratic. He was getting close. You followed his direction, circling the head of his cock with your tongue, drawing all sorts of beautiful sounds from his mouth as he gets closer and closer until he sat up, a dark gleam in his eyes.
"Keep it open, be a good little slut for me now." He growled as he pulled his dick away from your tits and began to stroke it purposefully over your face. You obeyed, mouth open tongue out, eagerly waiting for his climax. You didn't have to wait long, ropes of white spend landing on your face and in your mouth: A hot and sticky mess all over your face and tits. His eyes locked with yours and he let out a low moan. "Gods above, you're too good. So perfect."
He leaned over and captured you lips with his, pouring every bit of affection he held for you into the kiss. The taste of him was still there as he licked into your mouth. He held your face, not caring if he made more of a mess than you already were. You held onto him, kissing him back, all the while you could swear someone was watching you.
~
Over time you got more and more used to your new home. The temple was rather large, with more rooms than you could count. You also got to know the other inhabitants of the temple better. It didn't take long to figure out the four of them were romantically and physically involved. You had walked in on some combination of them in compromising positions several times. Every time they seemed to enjoy the fact that you were watching them, and sometimes you would even get involved.
One day you had walked into the kitchen intending to make yourself something to eat. However as you turned the corner you were met with Vessel bent over the kitchen table. II stood behind him, thrusting into him, muttering sweet praises as he held Vessel's hips tightly. You stood frozen as you watched in fascination. You couldn't help it, the two of them together was one of the most beautiful sights you'd ever seen.
"They sure are somethin' eh?" III's voice startled you out of your trance. You felt your mouth go dry as you nodded. III chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. His hand traveled down your lower abdomen to rest over your center. He pressed through your clothes to feel your heat. "Yer already so worked up? That's so cute. Yer such a good little slut. Can't wait till we can fill yer womb up for the Ritual."
"Wh-what?" You whispered. Everything came to a stop. Distantly you heard II groan as he spilled his seed into Vessel, who in turn cried out in pleasure. You felt like the world had stopped turning. Time slowed down as III's hot breath fanned over your neck, his strong arms lifting you up and carrying you to the kitchen. He placed you down on the counter his eyes gazing at you through the mask made of gold and black.
"That's righ', Dove. Yer gonna carry our child. Don't tell the others, but I really hope its mine." III muttered before pulling off his shirt. He gazed at you like a predator does his prey, his eyes dark and full of desire. He slid his hands up your thighs stopping at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head with ease. He hummed at the sight of your shirtless torso. He leaned in closer, trapping you there between his arms. You still felt like you weren't in your body, you weren't really there. A child? That's what you had been brought to do? The ritual you were meant to preform to bring the end of the ravaging plague that had cursed your home, was to conceive a child.
"III…When were you going to tell me?" You asked. Even your own voice echoes in the distance, you hardly notice that he'd stripped your pants off, you had only just noticed the feeling of his fingers pressed against your underwear. A soft moan pulled from your lips as he begins to stroke the folds of your cunt through the fabric.
"Well, I don't think I was supposed to tell ya at all, but its a bit late for that now eh? Why do you think Vessel banned us from cummin' in yer cunt? Can't have you gettin' knocked up before the night of the Ritual." III said in his typical tone of nonchalance. He looked down at his hand as he curled his fingers up into your clothed pussy. You were trying to wrap your head around the information you just received, but you couldn't focus with the way he was touching you. You started to melt against his touch leaning back, you hands behind you. Your back arched up, goosebumps cover your exposed skin.
"III…please…" You weren't even really sure what you were pleading for really, you were torn between seeking answers and losing yourself in the pleasure he offered. III made up your mind for you quite easily. He pulled your panties to the side and slid two of his long fingers into your weeping hole, stroking your inner walls as his thumb pressed up onto you clit. His gaze flickered between his work and your face, seeming to enjoy watching how you react to his movements.
"Mhm…There's a good girl, you don't need to think about anythin' cept cummin' on my fingers a'right?" He crooned darkly as he moved his face closer to yours. He was nearly panting behind the mask, his fingers started to pump in and out of you with practiced ease, this thumb still gently rubbing your clit. You let out a soft whine. You wanted to listen to everything he suggested, you didn't want to think anymore. You just wanted to turn off your thoughts and just…
"Fuck…III! I wanna cum, please please please I just wanna cum." You cried out, your hips buck up off the counter against his hand in desperation.
"Oh do ya now?" III chuckled. He curled his finger up into just the right spot, causing you to inhale sharply. His forehead was presses against yours as he continues his ministrations, his hips pressed against the edge of the counter. "You wanna cum? Yer such a good little slut. I can see why our IV couldn't get over you now. He was so excited when Vessel told us it'd be you. He just couldn't get over this sweet sweet cunt of yers, no matter how good any of us fucked him. And now I know why."
"Wh-fuck, Holy shit…Gods above I- Oh Fuck Fuck Fuck!" You let out a string of babbled curses as you clenched your walls around his digits, your climax hitting you hard. Your vision went fuzzy and you felt the pinprick of tears in your eyes. III's fingers moved slowly, guiding you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, all while muttering soft praises. Once you were mostly limp under his touch he pulled his fingers from you, standing up as he turned his face from you slightly. He lifted his mask from his face partially, just enough to slide his fingers into his mouth to clean your slick from his skin. An ungodly moan left his throat as he did so.
"Fuck, Darlin'. Taste like you came from the Garden of Eden. Nothin' quite like you." He groaned pulling his mask back down before he turned to look at you. You could almost picture the smirk on his face as he handed you your clothes before he walked off, disappearing as easily as he had appeared before. You pulled yourself together, trying to process what III had told you and remember why you came to the kitchen in the first place. You were so distracted you hardly noticed the feeling of eyes on you.
~
"III is an idiot, but he is not wrong." IV tried to comfort you. You had gone looking for him in the aftermath of your interaction with III the day before. You were wondering if he had been telling the truth about your duties to carry a child in order to stop the disease. IV was unable to lie to you any longer. He told you everything, even though he knew he would face the consequences for it.
This is how you found out what the Ritual entailed. On the night of the new moon, you would be brought to the worship room. You would be tied down to the granite altar and they would each take a turn breeding you in the name of Sleep. Once it was confirmed that you had conceived you would go though the Joining Ritual, making you one of them. You would stay with them for the rest of eternity.
You had never desired immortality. You hadn't ever thought about having a normal family much less giving birth to cleanse the land of a curse. It was all very overwhelming. IV had tried his best to explain it all delicately and with promises that you would be treated kindly, that the Joining wasn't as bad as the old wives tales had forewarned. You wanted to believe him, you really did. But it was all just too much.
So you hid away in your room for a while, sat in your bed with your legs drawn up to your chest as you stared at the wall. You just needed sometime to wrap your head around the task ahead, at least you thought that's all you needed. You would stay there for a day and a half. You didn't even realize that it had been that long until II and IV came that afternoon.
"Okay. I'm sick of IV moping around and you hiding away. We're gonna fix this." II announced as he barged into your bedroom without knocking. You looked up to see II in his casual clothes, loose black pants and a hooded shirt with the soft black fabric mask. You couldn't hide the confusion on your face as you looked over at IV. He was wearing a mask made of gold and black, almost identical to the one she had seen III in the other day. It seemed to you they had several masks each, but they each had preferences. However you didn't have much time to analyze what that could mean as II pushed the chair in the corner of the room behind IV. He moved back around and glared at IV. "Sit."
IV obeyed without question and sat on the chair positioned at the end of the bed. II nodded, putting his hands on his hips and turned back towards you.
"You. You've been in here for a day and a half. Now I understand this is a lot to take in. I understand this is not the way you envisioned your life, maybe this isn't even what you want. However you have to understand this is what we must do. If we want to help rid our home of this cursed plague, you must make a sacrifice. We have all had to make sacrifices over the centuries to keep disaster at bay." II's voice was stern, but it still had a gentle quality about it. He approached the bed, grabbing you by the ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed, your chest against his, your eyes gazing into his ice blue ones. You felt your breath hitch in your chest, your hands reaching up instinctively trying to stop yourself, only to land squarely in the middle of II's chest.
"Easy there, Sweetheart. You've got me, no need to get grabby." II muttered with a smile, he reached for you, holding the back of your head. His other hand came up to cup your face. Tilting your head back as he held your gaze, his eyes filled with untold affection. "Y'know when Vessel first told me I reacted a lot like you did. Hid away in my room, I didn't want to talk to anyone. Didn't want to accept that we would have to get used to another person around the temple, much less a child. But then I got to know you a little…" He pressed his lips against your forehead. "Got to taste you…," he muttered against your skin. Then he moved his hands down to your waist and pulled your hips flush with his. "I got to feel you and I knew that this is a blessing. Thank Sleep it was you who were chosen, because you are divine."
His words were both reassuring and arousing. The way he touched you with a sense of reverence, like you were his treasure. You leaned in closer to him, your hands moved from his chest to his waist, you wanted to pull him even closer. A whine left your lips, your fingers tightening their grip on his sides. II smiled softly, looking over his shoulder to see IV sitting up straight with his hands folded in his lap.
"Good boy, you wanna watch me fuck her don't you, Pup?" II cooed at IV. IV looked up eyes wide behind the mask and nodded eagerly. II tutted disapprovingly, "Use your words."
"Yes, please, Sir. I want to watch you fuck her." He replied quickly as to not get in any further trouble. II smirked, turning his attention back to you.
"You heard him pretty girl. He wants to watch while I fuck you. How does that sound to you?" He asked as he griped your chin gently tilting your head up to look him in the eye again.
"Yes…please. I want you to fuck me, Sir" The honorific was new to you, but you could tell by the way his ice blue eyes sparkled he liked it a lot. He wasted no time directing you where he wanted you, in the middle of the bed, face down on the mattress, facing IV, as you presented your ass to him. You heard the shuffling of clothes being removed, felt him settling onto the bed behind you. He discarded your pants and pushed your shirt down as his knees slid between your legs pushing them further apart. His hips pressed against yours, you felt his cock slide between your ass cheeks. He paused to look up at IV who had placed his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his hands, watching intently.
"He's so eager to watch me take you apart, Sweet Thing." II muttered as he moved his hips against you. His hands trailed along your thighs. You felt the tip of his cock running along the folds of your soaking wet cunt. The entire time you had been here none of them had dared to penetrate you themselves, only using fingers or their mouths. You had felt yourself aching for something more every time, but now you knew why they were avoiding it. The Ritual. Your train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of II's dick pressing up into your cunt. You felt your walls clench instantly, a cry left your lips before you could stop it. He stilled inside of you, the feeling of his cock's head pressed against your cervix, buried deep inside you.
"Oh, fuck. You feel so good, so tight around me, Pretty Girl." He groaned, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you back on his shaft. His fingers were digging into your ass. You didn't want to wait any longer.
"Sir, please fuck me. Please. I need it, need it now." you whined as you wiggled your hips slightly, seeking the friction you so desired. II chuckled softly, gently patting one side of your behind as he started to move, ever so slowly, in and out.
"Needy little thing, huh, Ives? She like this when you two were out there too?" II asked as he increased his pace incrementally. Bit by bit as you whimpered and whined. IV turned a bright shade of red and nodded.
"She was always clingy. Always needed more, always begging on my cock like she didn't have it already." IV responded. You looked up at him with a pout to see him palming the bludge in his pants. He smirked at the look on your face. "What? Don't act like it isn't true, Love."
"Ivy…," you whined. Something about him teasing you about that while another guy's dick was fucking you open made you feel like you lost your mind. Before you could think of something else to say II pulled out of you, causing you to whine at the loss. You didn't have long to miss it as he pushed you onto your side, lifting your leg to his shoulder, and sliding back inside you. These actions were done in quick succession, leaving you unprepared for the feeling of his fingers on your clit. He circled the sensitive nub in quick and tight circles as he tried to push you to the edge. The combination of his deep and frantic thrusts, along with his skillful fingers made it near impossible to hold anything back, You felt yourself reach the peak, the heat of the moment coming off of you in waves. You were barely aware of the moment that II pulled out for a final time but when your mind started to process reality again you were greeted with the sight of IV's lips around II's cock. The smaller man's moans filled the air, his hand on the back of IV's head, guiding his movements as he chased his own release. None of you paid any attention to the figure looming in the door way.
~
You had been counting down the days until the new moon. The Ritual. You managed to keep busy most days, spending time with the four men who you were going to live with for all eternity, Something that seemed less daunting with every passing day. The Ritual was two days away and everyone was quite busy preparing for it. III and IV had left to go get supplies in town, II was seeing local worshipers who had come for guidance, and Vessel was…doing whatever Vessel did. So it seemed, you were left to your own devises. You were curled up in a corner of the massive library, surrounded by soft blankets and plush pillows with a book in hand. You were lost in the pages of the story, so when Vessel sat next to you, you flinched with surprise.
"Oh! Um, hello!" You stuttered out with a smile on your face as you turned to look at him. He was wearing a hooded shirt, the sleeves so long that they nearly covered his fingers, and some soft fleece pants. You hadn't seen him dressed like this before. His hood was pulled low enough that you didn't even see what mask he wore, until he leaned his head back against the wall and you saw the tips of red filagree. After a moment of silence he turned his head to look at you.
"I'm glad you find joy here." He muttered. Vessel always talked differently compared to the others. His statements flowed more like poetry than speech. You wondered if it was because he had spent the most time with Sleep, or if he was just a bit odd. Or both. Both was entirely possible.
"I've always enjoyed reading, and it seems you have endless amounts of books here." You replied. He shook his head, reaching to cup your face in the palm of his hand.
"Not the library. Here. At the temple. With us." He explained in short clipped sentences as if he spoke too much he would run out of words he's allowed to say. When he was not preforming acts of worship or giving offerings to Sleep he was a rather soft spoken man. You found that quite endearing. You leaned into his touch, your eyes meeting the slits in his mask.
"Ah, yes. That too." You chuckled. After a short moment he moved slowly, placing an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back against his chest. You happily obliged, snuggling close to his chest as you pulled your knees up to your chest. After finding a comfortable position you resumed reading your book. The two of you stayed that way for a while, simply enjoying the company, basking in the quiet of the library.
Vessel slowly started to pull you closer, until you were nearly sat in his lap. His hands started to drift down to your sides. His touch was featherlight, his large hands slid under the fabric of your top, tracing circles along your hip. You felt his breath on your neck in the brief second before his lips were pressed against your skin. You inhaled sharply, your focus entirely irretrievable as he started to kiss, lick and nip at the skin on your neck. You placed the book down beside you, and cursed yourself mentally for not marking the page you were on.
Vessel however didn't give a damn. The moment your focus was undivided he had pulled your shirt off and his teeth were grazing your shoulder, trying to find the the perfect place to leave his mark. You leaned back against his chest, tilting your head to give him access to the entirety of your neck. He growled when he found the ideal spot and sunk his teeth in where your neck met your shoulder. There was something unusual about his bite, his canines just a touch longer and sharper than a normal humans. You had seen his marks on the others' necks, beautiful bruises that blossomed in bright scarlet and violet shades and fade into a dusty chartreuse, the punctures of his fangs lingering long after. However you were unprepared for the intensity of the bite, your hands grasping at his thighs beneath you, trying to find something solid to hold onto as your mind struggled to stay grounded. He finally released his hold on your neck.
"Ves-…Vessel, I…ngh." You tried to form a thought, but his tongue swiped over the wound he left behind, a burning sensation beginning to spread through your body. You were left wanting- no, needing more. "Wh-whats happening to-"
"Shhh…just relax darling. It's just something to help you through it. I'm less…human than the others." He murmured into your ear. You didn't quite understand what he meant until he pulled your hips entirely flush with his, and you felt it. His erection pressed against you and his length was certainly impressive, but the shape of him? You could barely figure out how to describe it. You let out a soft groan when his cock twitched beneath your weight. The warmth of his venom flowed through you, your cunt flooding with slick. The waves of heat rushed over your body and you felt dizzy with need.
"That's it. You're so good for me, My Love." Vessel whispered as his hands moved to pull off the fabrics that lay between you. Your skin against his skin was divine, his lips continued to press kisses along your shoulder blades as he positioned your limp body where he wanted you. He lay you on your side, curling up behind you. His hands explored your body, the pads of his fingertips tracing every flaw, every scar, every part of you that made you second guess yourself. His touch was reverent like he wanted to know every part of you. His shaft moved against your cunt, coating himself in your wetness. You felt the ridges of his length sliding against your clit, you mouth going dry with desire. You could feel the ridges along the underside of him rub against your skin of your thighs, the point of the head poking through the flesh of your legs. You thought about looking down to see him for yourself but his arms were holding you close to his chest. One arm was pined across your chest, his large hand held your neck, his thumb caressing your pulse point. His other arm was wrapped around your middle, fingers splayed across your stomach.
"Vessel…" His name left your lips, quiet like a prayer. You leaned your head back and sighed, your mind was fuzzy, the burning had faded into a warm sensation all over your body, your cunt was tingling with desire. You clenched down around nothing and you felt an ache inside you. His mouth was occupied with leaving little bites and bruises wherever he could reach as he thrusted his hips against the apex of your thighs. His hands were holding you tenderly, fingers caressing the shape of your body. However when a needy whine slipped from your throat, he froze for just a second. His face buried in the crook of your neck, the edges of the mask scraping against your skin, a low growl started in his chest, a rumbling sound that started soft and quiet and continued to grow. His hips started to rut against you, his movements were quick and uncoordinated. His grip tightened the pressure on your throat, cutting off the flow of blood to your head, making you feel even more lightheaded. He pulled you against him as if it was a matter of survival. His low growl persisted as his movements started to stutter, you could feel his cock throbbing between your legs. He was getting closer to his climax.
"Gods be dammed, I should be able to empty myself inside you. Claim your cunt as my own. I wanna have you to myself for once." He growled, pulling himself away from you for long enough to push you flat on your back, his hand releasing your throat to hold his body above you. His hips pressed against your core, his torso propped up on his elbows on either side of your body, his face nearly touching yours. You could just make out the shape of his eyes behind the mask. Six golden eyes looked back at you and your heart skipped a beat. He slid his cock back between your thighs as he continued to seek the peak of his pleasure. You couldn't bring yourself to look away from his eyes. You knew these eyes. These eyes had been watching you closely, after every intimate moment these eyes were there, watching you. Your hands seemed to move of their own accord, as you placed one hand on either side of his face.
"You've…you've been watching me, haven't you? In my room with Ivy and II, in the kitchen with III…" You asked softly, brushing your thumbs beneath the edges of the mask, caressing his cheeks. His golden eyes glowed brighter, like candle light. A few tears fell down his face, leaving trails of gold over his cheeks. He nodded, a soft whimper leaving his lips as he rolled his hips into the crease of your thighs again.
"I love the way the others take you apart. My Beloveds… you're all too beautiful not to watch." He muttered softly as his hands traced circles on your sides, his thumbs rubbing over the ridges of your ribs. You felt like you were about to start crying too. You had become a part of their lives in a way you hadn't expected when you were summoned. They had become to mean more to you than anyone back in the village.
"Kiss me? Please. Kiss me." You heard yourself pleading with him. He smiled, tears still tracking down his face as a huff of laughter fell from his lips. When his lips met yours they were soft and gentle and they moved with practiced ease. He tasted surprisingly sweet, his tongue slid into your mouth bringing the flavor of absolute sin. You groaned into the kiss, your body reacting to his touch. Your hips bucked up against his groin. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping your hips pressed firmly against yours, his cock slid back and forth against your folds, simultaneously too close and not close enough. He bit at your lips, like he was trying to devour you whole. You felt like the room was spinning, not a single thought crossed your mind as you moved against each other until finally you felt pleasure flood your entire being. Your legs shook and your cries were swallowed by him, satiating his hunger. His own release wasn't far behind yours, he snarled as he pulled his hips up, pressing his cock against your stomach. His hot spend spread between the two of you. He didn't move from this spot, he held you tightly as you both came down from your high.
You tried to catch your breath as you slowly became more aware of your surroundings again. Vessel's body lay limp on top of you, his grip on you was still tight. He had no intention of leaving the spot you were in. As you looked down at his resting form you felt no desire to move either. This was where you belonged.
~
The day of the Ritual was finally here. The others were busy preparing, but that didn't stop them from stopping in to checking in on you throughout the day. IV had brought you breakfast, sat with you while you ate, pressed kisses to your skin before being called off to complete some task to get ready for that night. You were told you had to stay in your room until nightfall. Luckily you had snatched some books from the library to keep you occupied. Around mid day III came by with some food and good conversation. You took a bite of the bread he brought and looked at him. He was wearing a white mask with a red sigil across his face, the white fabric stained with black fingerprints. You had only ever seen III wear this mask, II said he threw his away centuries ago and IV never had one. You found it rather interesting how they each had a preference, but that wasn't the topic of conversation.
"How bad is it out there now? I've been here for weeks, and none of the others will tell me." You were desperate for any information. III sighed and his posture slumped.
"It's…not good, Darlin'. The sickness is spreadin' faster than we expected. This Ritual is the only hope any of us got. 'er else lots more people are gonna die." III spoke plainly. That was something you appreciated about him. He didn't try to sugarcoat the truth. You paused and bit down on your lip slightly.
"It's gonna work right? It has to. It has to…" You muttered, staring at your hands. You were about to change your life, bare a child, lose your mortality to Sleep, all to save the place you called home. III sighed, He put an arm around you and pulled you against his chest. His large hand wrapped around your shoulder, his thumb moved back and forth in a slow comforting motion.
"Yeah, it's gonna work. Don't worry yer pretty lil head about it a'right?" He whispered in your ear. He nuzzled his face against the side of your head. You knew he was just trying to comfort you but you couldn't get rid of the dread in the pit of your stomach. III's grip tightened and you felt his covered mouth press against the shell of your ear. "I said: Don't worry about it. Yer still worryin'."
"Alright, alright. I'll stop worrying," you chuckled, returning your focus to the plate of food next to you. You just needed to make it to the Ritual that night.
The sun had begun to set. The atmosphere in the temple was charged with energy. You had dressed in the outfit that Vessel and II had brought you for the Ritual after III had left. It was a simple black dress, sleeveless, low cut and with slits cut up the side. You wore nothing beneath it as instructed. You walked the now familiar halls to the Ritual Room. You entered the large space as you had weeks before. The room was lit with more black candles than you could count. The granite altar was covered in a dark green sheet, all sorts of items surrounding it. You stood back to look over all the offerings to Sleep set at the base of the altar, bundles of pink flowers from the garden, an apple with sewing needles stuck in it, a deer's skull covered in red, and several golden coins. You examined the altar a little closer and noticed the ropes and leather restraints that hung from the sides. You heard familiar footsteps behind you and when you turned II stood there, dressed in his green and golden ceremonial outfit.
"Vessel thought you might want to offer Sleep something as well." He explained, offering you what looked like a trilobite fossil about the size of the palm of your hand. You smiled nervously and accepted the stone from his outstretched hand. You turned to the other offerings, kneeling on the ground as you placed it next to the deer skull. You felt goosebumps starting to form once your skin was no longer in contact with the stone, your fingertips tingling. II helped you to your feet again. "Are you ready for this?"
"I…I think no matter how I answer it will be incorrect. I think I'm ready, but I also feel like I'm so far out of my depth." You replied honestly. He chuckled, his hand lingering on your arm.
"That sounds about right. Don't worry about it too much. We'll be here the whole time, we're going to do our best not to let anything bad happen to you." II tried to reassure you but it really only brought back all the worst case scenarios you had floating around in your mind. Before you could ask anything or try to wrap your head further around the concept however, III and IV walked in. They both wore the same green and gold outfits, each slightly different to suit the man underneath.
"It's time." IV said softly. II nodded and tightened his grip on your arm. You took a deep breath and prepared for whatever was to come next. The three of them helped you onto the altar, laying you flat against the stone. II began to wrap the ropes around your arms and chest, securing the leather cuffs on your wrists- Those cuffs then attached to the altar itself, keeping your arms pinned above you. Meanwhile IV worked on tying down your lower half. Your legs were spread open wide, your calves wrapped in rope that was anchored to the stone beneath you.
You had lost track of III until you heard his distinct voice muttering a few feet away, his voice was shortly joined by Vessel's. You turned your head to see them standing together, forehead touching, III gently caressing Vessel's face. You could just barely see tears dripping from the edges of his golden mask. You turned away, blinking back your own tears as you took another deep breath in an attempt to try to ease your nerves. Your dress was barely covering you at this point, but you supposed that was part of the point.
"Anything uncomfortable before we get started?" II asked, suddenly appearing in your line of sight.
"Well I'm tied to a stone table. They aren't exactly well known for being super comfortable." You laughed nervously. II chuckled reaching down to caress your cheek.
"Yeah, sorry not much I can do about that part." He spoke softly, his eyes scanning the room around them. You wondered for a moment what he could be looking at, but then you felt their hands: One set of hands on your left leg, another on your right hip. II nodded and moved over to you left side. Before you could look around to see what was going on Vessel appeared at above you, his hands resting on either side of your head, holding your gaze in place as the candle lit room seemed to get somewhat darker.
"Worship." The single word slipped through his lips, and the lights go from a low yellow light to a sea of deep blue. Your breath caught in your chest. The others echoed the word and as each of their voices joined more brighter shades of blue joined the glow. You knew when Vessel opened his eyes as their golden glow showed through the slits on the mask. His voice wass strong now, empowered by Sleep themself. "The night belongs to You. You, Keeper of Dreams, Savior of the Waking World, One Who Travels Beyond The Path Of Reason. We have sought Your guidance, to end this cursed disease that spreads across our home. We have promised to be the sacred guardians of this land. We have fought for so long and we have won. However this time… This plague is more than we can fight alone," Vessel paused, looking down at you as he spoke, "As you have instructed, we have brought forth the woman You had chosen, for she was the most dedicated to you, without proof, without vision, without knowing you were there. She was a believer where others were faithless. And now she will bear the child that will bring the night down."
When he finished speaking the lights flashed in a triplet, and you felt the hands at you hip move away, while the others remained. You were unsure of what exactly was happening until you felt the skirt of your dress pushed aside and familiar calloused fingers pressed against your inner thigh. III's breath was hot on your cunt, you had less then a second to process what was happening before his mouth was on you. His tongue skillfully carved open the path between your folds and you felt him hum. Then as he delved deeper he outwardly moaned. One of his hands rested on your pelvic bone as he lapped at you like a man starved, the other touching himself, fisting his cock as he licked at your clit. You let out a soft whine as his lips wrap around your clit and he sucked on it gently, one of his hand moved to splay out over your stomach, grabbing at the flesh as he continued to lap, suck and nip at your heat.
"Yes, My Love. Taste of the divine. Bring her to the edge of desire and push her in." Vessel crooned, his own fingers starting to drift from their original spot. From the sides of your head his hands moved to the back of your head, lifting it slightly so that you could see III crouched between your legs. However it took you a moment to realize it was III. His robe had been discarded along with his shirt and most surprisingly his mask. Long dark hair was pulled back into a tie at the back of his head and looking back at you were bright blue eyes that glowed faintly in the low light. You couldn't see all too well in the light of Sleeps candlelight but you could tell he was less human than he might have once been. That didn't prepare you for the moment his tongue slid inside you however, when you could feel his tongue stroking up into the deepest part of you. It surprised you. He thrusted his tongue in and out of you, pulling sinful noises from your lips as he drove you over the peak. Your body shook beneath them as you felt a rush of pleasure over your entire being.
"That's it, such a good girl fer us, yeah? You taste even better directly from the source." III muttered, his torso moving to hover over you. You felt his hard cock tap against your clit, a yelp leaving your mouth, the sensation like lightning. III huffed in laughter as he pressed himself through your slick and up against your entrance, savoring the moment for just a second before pushing himself into you.
"Oh, shit. Oh, fucking hell. Oh Darlin', you couldn't have a more perfect cunt," III growled as he sunk himself deep into you. You could feel Vessel's grip tighten as he watched. You saw how II pressed his groin against the table, you heard IV whine, all while III savored his moment. He wouldn't wait for long before he started to move, pressing himself as deep as he could, moving with purpose. He was a man on a mission, pushing into you in hopes to fill you fully. His words from before echoed in the back of your mind.
"Don't tell the others, but I really hope its mine"
He wanted to be the one to breed you. He had made that much clear. The moment he felt his finish oncoming, he slid himself in as deep as he could, The tip of his cock was pushed right up against your cervix as he came, filling you with his seed. A low growl came from his chest as the candle light flickered. "A'right! a'right. I'm movin'." III groaned as he pulled out and away from you.
You didn't have a chance to figure out what that was about as the lights began flashing in doubles. II removed his hands from you, working quickly to disrobe himself. He wasn't wasting time, he pulled something from his pants pocket as he tossed them aside. You saw a glint of light of something metal. There was the sound of the ropes at your legs snapping, cut with a knife. II climbed up on the altar, dropping the knife off to the side where no one was standing. He took no time to take the leg that wasn't being held and bent it up against your chest, stopping briefly on the way down to kiss Vessel fondly on the lips. Your head rested back on Vessel's hands as you watched.
"I am yours to the end." Vessel whispered, not expecting anything for himself at that time, but glad that he wasn't forgotten. II shushed him, caressing his cheek gently before turning his attention to you.
"Hello, Sweet Thing. Ready for me?" II muttered as he slid his length against your dripping cunt. His ice blue eyes were familiar at this point, but what was unknown to you was the face that looked back at you. You knew it was him but you hadn't expected the deep scars over his mouth and cheeks, the bright sharp teeth that showed in his grin, the split in his tongue that had gone unnoticed. Your jaw was lax in awe and he laughed. "Like what you see, Pretty Girl? You can get a closer look when we're not on a time limit, alright?"
You didn't have a chance to respond before his lips were moving along your neck and his cock was thrust inside you. His teeth found a good place to sink into you as his hips found the rhythm he wanted. You cried out as he pounded into you, sinking his teeth deep into the meat of your shoulder. His thrusts were steady as if he was following the beat of a song. His teeth held on to you as if he was unable to pull away from you until he had his fill. You felt Vessel's fingers grip on you hair, gently at first. His golden eyes glowed brighter as he watched II rut into you. You let out a high pitched whine as you felt the heat of your desire rising. His pace was relentless, but you could tell by the way he paused on the down beat that he must be close. II finally released you from his bite, Vessel dipping down to lick over the wound as II pressed his forehead against yours.
"Oh Gods, you're such a good little slut. Taking my cock like it was made for you. Wanna fill you up, gonna fill you to the brim with my cum. You'll look so good…your stomach big and round with our child," he started to babble as he got closer and closer. He let out a growl as he went over the edge, pressing his cock as deep into you as he could, his spend painting your insides as you felt yourself lingering on the edge. You just needed a little push but the candle light flickered and the contact you so desperately needed vanished, leaving you on the verge of tears. The candle light flashed four times then a pause before one final flash, brighter than the rest. Vessel's hands left your head, his attention on unlatching the cuffs from the altar.
"We have you, Love, it's all right." IV reappeared by your side. Any of your lingering fear was washed away at the sight of him. His face was mostly unchanged, his ocean blue eyes glowed like moonlight. His smile the same as it always had been. Your childhood lover, the man you thought you had lost forever. He pulled you into his arms as you sobbed. You weren't sure how you were meant to keep going right then. But you knew you had to, the Ritual wasn't complete. IV was gently moving around to lay beneath you, pulling you on top of him. One hand found your breast. He pulled the fabric of your dress to the side so he could touch your skin without a barrier.
"We will bring you beyond the farthest reaches. You need only invite us in," Vessel spoke from the other end of the Altar. His face was still covered by the mask but he had tossed aside his cloak, his bare chest exposed for all to see. Vessel knelt between yours and IV's legs. He licked up the underside of IV's cock, causing the man below you to moan and jerk his hips upwards. IV held you close to his chest, your hands still cuffed as he and Vessel worked together to get IV's thick cock inside you. His length thrusted up against your folds as Vessel gently pressed at the underside, teasing IV.
"Oh fuck this!" IV grunted, adjusting to better slide inside you. Once he was buried inside you he growled in your ear, grabbing your tits, guiding you up and down his cock, starting to set his preferred pace. As soon as IV had found what he was looking for Vessel leaned in, his tongue lapping at your clit. You felt like your mind had entirely left your skull. There wasn't any way to possibly think through what was happening. You were being pulled in so many directions at once. IV was fucking up into your cunt, rolling your nipples between his fingers. Vessel was sucking and licking your clit as his large hands explored your body. On top of all that somewhere in the background you can hear the sounds of II and III pleasuring each other. You couldn't possibly fathom how one human was supposed to endure this much pleasure at once.
"That's my Good Girl, My Darling Girl. You have no idea how much I've missed this body, missed these tits. Fucking hell, Love. I missed you." IV groaned into your ear, his thrusting getting more irregular as he neared his climax. You could feel how full your cunt was, dripping with spend and slick. IV's thrusting came to an abrupt stop as his seed joins the mess between your legs. You expected him to move you, leave you for Vessel to take his turn. So when he simply slid out of you, panting softly, you had no idea what to think would come next. That was until you felt Vessel's slick fingers press against your other hole. You let out a groan as you felt his fingers push into you. His touch was carefully calculated as he curled his fingers expertly, pulling moans and gasps from your lips. IV licked a stripe up the column of your throat, drawing your attention from Vessel adding another finger into your ass. You felt his teeth nipping at your earlobe, the two men working in tandem to pull you over the edge for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Please…Please I can't any more…" You pleaded with them, you were so far gone you couldn't tell if you said the words aloud or just thought them. Vessel's fingers slid out of you, giving you a brief moment of relief.
"I know, Sweetheart, I know, We're almost there, My Darling. You're doing so well for us, just…hang on for me okay?" IV tried his best to soothe you, knowing full well what was to come. Vessel pushed your legs up, angling your body perfectly. He looked up at you. You had been so overwhelmed you hadn't noticed he had removed his mask. Six golden eyes looked at you with concern, tear tracks covering his face, accentuating the slope of his cheeks. He was beautiful. Vessel's eyes widened and a smile appeared on his face.
"Wait…did I say that out loud?" you asked, bewildered. The two men chuckled.
"You did, Darling. You see in a different light. You see beauty where many see a monster. This is in part why you were chosen." Vessel spoke softly. He tilted his head as he gazed at you with adoration in his eyes. "Are you able to continue, Beloved?"
"Yes, yes, I want to finish." You heard yourself say. Vessel nodded and returned to the task at hand. You felt the head of IV's cock press against your hole. The push past the threshold is eased by the fact that all of you are soaked with cum but your throat still keened in pain mixed with pleasure as IV pressed into you. Vessel carefully pulled down his pants, his cock stood hard at attention, the slightly pointed head glistening with precum. Vessel looked at you like you hung the stars as he moved to hover over you. His eyes were focused on your face as he slid himself inside your cunt, watching your reaction as you were filled. You believed whatever your facial expression was he must have been pleased as he seemed to purr in pleasure, leaning down to capture your lips in his. He swallowed your moans as he started to move. IV cursed under his breath from behind you as he continued his onslaught on your neck. He could feel the ridges of Vessel's cock through the thin wall that separated them.
"Your flesh and bone welcome me in… you feel…absolutely divine," Vessel muttered against your lips as he started to slowly pick up the pace. You could only whimper in response, words were entirely lost to you. Vessel continued to increase his speed, the two men continuing to dote on you as Vessel chased his release. His hips grinded against you again and again until, at long last, he reached his limit. Another set of loads were emptied into you and your head was spinning. Words were said, voices spoke in hushed tones and gentle hands caressed your overworked body. You understood none of it.
The Ritual was completed.
You and your future child were somewhere soft, warm, and safe. Surrounded on all sides by those who loved you.
How could you dare to ask for more?
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