Chapter 3: The Initiation
The world tilted on its axis as Raven stood, scooping Abigail up into her arms as if she weighed nothing. A yelp died in Abigail’s throat, swallowed by the thudding music and the sheer impossibility of it all. Across the room, Lilith did the same with Codi, who let out a shaky, involuntary giggle, her arms instinctively wrapping around Lilith’s neck.
“Time for a change of scenery,” Raven said, her voice a low vibration against Abigail’s body.
They were carried out of the living room and down a darker hallway, the walls lined with framed prints of twisted, beautiful art. The air grew heavier, thicker with the scent of incense. Raven shouldered open a door into a vast bedroom. It was a cave of shadows and velvet, dominated by a massive four-poster bed heaped with black silk. The faint, musky scent of sex hung in the air, layered over the sandalwood.
Raven dumped Abigail onto the center of the bed. The silk was cool and slippery. A moment later, Codi landed beside her, bouncing with a soft gasp. The two goths stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at them like predators who had just cornered their prey.
“Look at them,” Lilith purred, her eyes roaming over their prone forms. “All soft and waiting.”
Then they were on them. There was no more teasing, no more slow seduction. Raven’s hands were on Abigail, pushing her shirt up, her large, cool palms scraping over her sensitive stomach before cupping the heavy weight of her breasts through her bra. Abigail cried out, a short, sharp sound. Raven lowered her head, her mouth finding a nipple through the fabric, sucking hard, wetness blooming instantly.
Next to her, Codi was moaning continuously, a high, reedy sound. Lilith had her pinned, one hand mauling her ass through her jeans while the other tugged her shirt down, exposing her shoulder and the top of her breast. Lilith’s mouth was everywhere—biting the tender skin of her neck, licking a hot stripe up to her ear, before descending to suck a dark mark onto her collarbone.
“So fucking thick,” Raven growled into Abigail’s ear, her voice ragged as she kneaded her flesh. “These udders are mine now.” She bit down on the strap of Abigail’s bra and pulled, the elastic snapping against her skin.
Abigail’s mind was a white-noise hum of sensation. The books, the lectures, the quiet, orderly world she knew—it was all being systematically erased by the heat and the weight and the overwhelming, terrifying hunger in Raven’s touch.
Then Raven was shifting, moving up the bed. She swung a leg over Abigail’s chest, straddling her, her face now hovering directly above Abigail’s. The prominent bulge in her jeans was right there, pressing against Abigail’s chin. It pulsed with a heat she could feel through the denim.
“Open,” Raven commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Trembling, Abigail parted her lips. Raven didn’t bother with her zipper. She just pushed the stiff denim down, and her cock sprang free.
Abigail’s eyes, wide behind her glasses, couldn’t process it. It was pale and thick, veined and utterly massive, the head already glistening. It looked nothing like the clinical diagrams in textbooks. It was alive, heavy, and it smelled of musk and salt.
“Holy shit,” Codi gasped again, the phrase becoming her mantra. She was staring, mesmerized, as Lilith freed her own erection, which was just as formidable.
Raven’s hand tangled in Abigail’s hair, not gently. “You wanted to know what real meat felt like? Now taste it.”
She guided herself forward, the broad, slick head pushing past Abigail’s lips. It was too much. It stretched her jaw to a burning ache immediately. She gagged, her eyes watering, blurring her vision. Raven didn’t stop. She pushed deeper, a slow, inexorable invasion that hit the back of Abigail’s throat. The world narrowed to this: the taste of skin and pre-ejaculate, the suffocating pressure, the sound of her own choked, wet gasps for air.
Raven began to move, setting a brutal, rhythmic pace. She fucked her face with a single-minded intensity, her hips pistoning. With her other hand, she groped and slapped at Abigail’s exposed tits, the sharp stings a counterpoint to the deep, grinding pressure in her mouth. Abigail’s glasses were knocked askew, then coated in a mess of her own spit and tears.
Next to them, Codi was getting the same treatment. Lilith was quieter, her thrusts more controlled but no less deep, her eyes locked on Codi’s tear-streaked face as she held her head in place. Codi’s body was convulsing, her hands fluttering helplessly at her sides before she finally grabbed onto Lilith’s thighs, holding on for dear life.
Abigail’s mind broke. The gagging stopped as her body surrendered, her throat relaxing enough to take the punishing length. A strange, dark warmth pooled in her belly. This was humiliation, it was violation, and it was the most alive she had ever felt. Every slap to her breast, every grunt from above her, every choked, wet sound she made herself, wired her directly into a current of pure, animal sensation.
Raven’s movements became jerky, frantic. She shoved in one last, deep time, burying herself to the hilt, and held there. A guttural roar ripped from her throat. A hot, thick pulse flooded the back of Abigail’s mouth, followed by another, and another. She had no choice but to swallow, the salty, bitter warmth flooding her stomach, a tangible claim.
As Raven pulled out, panting, Lilith reached her own peak with a sharp, shuddering sigh, filling Codi’s mouth in the same way.
For a long moment, the only sounds were ragged breathing and the drip of fluids. Raven looked down at Abigail, her green eyes blazing with feral satisfaction. She used her thumb to smear the mess from Abigail’s lips and chin.
“Good girl,” Raven breathed, the words a reward that sent a shocking thrill straight through Abigail’s core. “You took it all.”
Lilith was stroking Codi’s hair, whispering similar praise. “You did so good, baby. So good for me.”
Codi’s eyes were dazed, her body limp. She looked over at Abigail, and in that shared, shattered gaze, they both understood something had fundamentally shifted. They were no longer just nerds who had come to a goth house. They were something else now.
Raven climbed off, her expression shifting from spent to purposefully hungry again. She looked between their wrecked, compliant bodies.
“Now,” she said, her voice dropping to a dark, promising whisper. “Let’s see how the rest of you handles us.”