This, my friends, is very...something else. I realized halfway through that it seemed like Mare was high, but she wasn't. I swear. Please believe me when I say that I was trying to write something sensory, that focused on her senses. Only when I was 900 words in did I realized it seemed like she had seemed like she was on acid or some shit. Mare is completely sober. I just had to include that, I didn't want to be attacked, with ya'll saying 'they took advantage of her'. They all agreed to this before the occasion. Oh God, she sounds so fucking high. "The Haze" is her own anticipation and euphoria of the event.
Here's a list of what's going on
.Cal and Maven are going to fuck mare.
-Face fuck
-Hair pulling
-Deep-throating
-Sadism
-Masochism
-Exhibitionism
-Double penetration
-anal fingering
-intense sex as it is
no, the brothers will not fuck one another, you sick fucks.
Also, yes there is a safe word. Calm your tits.
Anyway, enjoy.
A brother sat on either side of her. She shuddered, her hands resting on her knees, fingers dancing. She chuckled nervously at their nonchalant banter as if nothing was due to happen in a few minutes. She was barely dressed underneath the black trench-coat, red lace hardly covering her breasts and hips. And then they arrived. Maven stepped out first, his black boots hitting the asphalt quietly, almost silently. Mare stepped out second, and Cal last. They walked into the building, Cal, and Maven handing the doorman their jackets. The man offered to take Mare's but she shook her head, declining.
They walked towards the elevator, Cal's steps heavy and steady. She didn't hear anything but those shoes hitting the cold floor, her quick breaths. If she listened closely, she could hear Maven's hand comb through his hair. She could hear everything, despite the blood rushing in her ears. Seeing was the hard part. Her vision seemed blurred by anticipation. Maybe they were tears. Maybe it was her head, fucking with her.
Either way, she couldn't see like usual. Maven's hand rested on her forearm now, guiding her away from the column she was about to walk into. She muttered a quick apology, and he let out a soft chuckle. They all stepped onto the elevator, Cal's finger pressing their floor. The slight whirring noise of their ascending journey to the 27th floor. She could hear her heartbeat. The steady rhythm. Dum da dum da dum da dum.
The numbers were growing closer and closer to 27. 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26. Twenty-seven was there then, and the three of them stepped off the elevator. Her steps were heavier then, she could hear them over both Cal and Maven. Cal leads the way, the room not far from the hallway. 2745 was the room number, the sound of the key-card slipping in and then out of the lock. The room was large, but not a suite. There was a huge bed in the middle of it, all made up and pretty.Steps. She heard Maven's steps as he walked into the room, going into the bathroom. She heard the water running, the sink. She heard him clear his throat, his steps getting closer and closer to the door. She heard the doorknob. And then she saw him through the haze. The door was open, his big blue eyes looking at her. She heard Cal's fingers fumble with his boots, untying the laces. She heard a lot of things, but she couldn't see very well. There was a haze. A haze of anticipation. And then she heard her footsteps, she felt her legs moving.
