Butterfly and Harlow

Butterfly and Harlow RBMC ROUND 4 BY LUCIAN BANE © 2023 by Lucian BaneAll rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Lucian Bane or his legal representative. To my beautiful wife and family. I love all of you. Special thanks to My Machete, My Robin. Could not have done it without you. To my faithful Angels in a box —Stacey, Michelle, Mah Cherie, and Natasha… you make my job a lot of damn fun <3 And a huge shout out to all my fans and friends who faithfully read and share my hard work. Enjoy! TABLE OF CONTENTS RECAP FROM BUTTERFLY AND AUGUSTINE CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE RECAP FROM BUTTERFLY AND AUGUSTINE Butterfly ran for Augustine only to get his hand on her chest then yanking her arm as he pulled her with him. Confused and shaken, she fought to keep her footing while he psycho-walked her to his motorcycle and climbed on, stomping down on the kick-lever. He shoved the helmet at her and made the engine pop loudly while she fastened it and climbed on behind him. He tore out of the parking lot and rode hard till they were well out of town. He finally turned on a dirt road and drove slowly through woods then stopped under a tree. She’d never been so confused as he climbed off but left the lights on while she removed her helmet, her heart wild in her chest with what was wrong. She’d imagined a million hysterical things on the way, none of them making sense. Before she could ask, his mouth was on hers in a fierce, almost angry kiss while his hands gripped her head tightly. “Too fucking hard,” Augustine managed in her mouth. “Not hard enough,” Kult assured. “Who’s fucking telling her?” “What?” she gasped, fighting to think around the kiss she was drowning in. “Tell me what?” “We remembered something when we died tonight, Beastie.” “You died?” she blasted, as his mouth sucked at her neck like he wanted to draw blood through the skin. “So many times,” Pain said, sounding aroused out of his mind about it. She panted, needing things from all of them. “I don’t care,” she was sure, getting their mouth back on hers. “Oh, I think you will fucking care,” Kult assured. “Can we fuck first and talk second?” Harlow growled, yanking one side of her cut off her shoulder. “I need to fuck her,” Pain said, breathless. “And I fucking need it now.” Hearing that, she began stripping and the moment he realized it, they did too. When they were naked, she dropped to her knees to suck him, and he yanked her back up. “No you fucking don’t,” Pain swore. “On the ground with your perfect ass up.” “Fuck yes,” Kult whispered as she hurried to obey him, praying it was too cold for any night crawlies. She panted as he stroked the head of his cock along her slit. “Fucking hurry,” Pain seethed, telling her the others were there, helping him. That he needed it broke her heart. “Pain. I need you.” His fingers bit into her hips and he yanked her onto his cock with a loud, animalistic growl that put her adrenalin in overdrive. “Your fucking fear,” he groaned, like it made him euphoric. “I’m sorry,” she gasped. “No, he fucking needs it with you,” Kult growled out. Well, he had it! When he began fucking her, she knew something had really changed in them. The rapid pace he bucked his hips felt impossible while those animal sounds grew louder and hungrier as he went. She latched her fingers into the blades of weeds, praying he’d finish while holding her screams back. He let out a sharp roar and fell on her, his entire body becoming a hammer against hers. There was no keeping back the screams now. She locked her mind on the little boy inside him that they’d hurt, and she let her rage come. It filled up every cell with its own power and strength, allowing her to not be blown to pieces by what he unleashed. But the aftermath. Holy shit. There was a tremble in her that she couldn’t begin to hold back. She managed to turn and reach out for him. “Pain,” she gasped, needing to feel him, knowing how much he hated himself now. She crawled over to him where he lay on his back in the grass with his hands over his face. “I need to feel you.” He slowly lowered his hands and pulled her onto him. He wrapped her in his arms that trembled with the rest of his heaving body. God, what happened to him? He said he’d died many times. She remembered what that did for them and what Kult said. “What did you remember?” she asked while hearing and feeling the hard hammering of his heart against her ear. His hand stroked over her body, and he moved so his face was before hers. He kissed her softly, sliding his nose across the tip of hers. “I don’t know if you want to hear it.” Her heart stuttered in her chest at Pain’s words. “I have to hear it,” she realized. “Just fucking tell her,” Harlow muttered. “What’s the worst that can happen?” “She could break our hearts.” She rose up at hearing that, from Sync no less. “What the hell is it? You’re scaring me.” “The clue is in the plurality,” Kult said. She thought about it. “Hearts?” He nodded. “I already know you’re literally six people in one body,” she reminded. “You do know that,” Kult said. “Just tell me,”