Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Blackwell
I watch the two people before me, my mate, and the man I’d love more than anything to stab me with his fucking horn in the exact same spot he did Bellonna and claim me. He’s underneath her, feasting on her pussy like it’s an eight course meal in a fucking Michelin star restaurant.
Am I jealous? Fucking right I am. It doesn’t matter that I got to have his sweet cock in my mouth just moments ago, his delicious pre-cum leaking in my mouth as he fought back the orgasm she forbade him from having.
I can’t tear my eyes away from them, my arousal coursing through me like a wildfire, the heat consuming me entirely, my hand going to my cock, gripping it on instinct.
But then it happens again—a sudden, visceral connection that leaves me gasping. I feel it all, as if I’ve become her pleasure itself. Her clit. Her throbbing, pulsating need. The sensation overtakes me, so vivid and consuming that it steals my breath.
“Oh, God,” I groan, my voice low and rough, surrendering to the exquisite torment. “Baby, fuck, I could die a pussy.”
My head falls back and I close my eyes, giving in to the intensity of the moment. My body is on fire; each touch sends me teetering closer to the edge as pleasure washes over me, my senses completely attuned to her every movement. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating. I’m her, experiencing everything she feels. Each and every stroke of Varys’ tongue, I feel on my cock.
My hand slides up the length of my shaft, flesh barely touching flesh, and it’s like fireworks going off. My body lights up, each touch has me shaking, sensitive to the core, and I don’t think I can take any more.
I’m feeling everything that Bellonna is, and her world is shattering into a kaleidoscope of sensation. At the same time, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashes over her, leaving her trembling and raw, the same one crashing over me. Every nerve in our body ignites and we feel as though we’re being pulled apart and rebuilt all at once. The heat rises to a boiling point, and our core pulses with need and pleasure so intense it’s almost too much to bear.
We’re one, and it’s fucking intense, insane and unbelievable. Pussy, clit, cock. Fuck hell. I want to be all of them.
As her body responds by tightening, clenching, gripping with an almost desperate ferocity, so does mine. It’s suffocating, like being enveloped in the tightest embrace, the kind that steals your breath but anchors you in its intensity. She moans, unrestrained and shameless, her voice echoing in the air like a song of surrender, and I echo with my own.
The sensations overwhelm me. Each movement pulls me deeper into a state of euphoric chaos, the kind of pleasure that borders on pain, raw and primal until we’re both coming undone. My cock shoots ropes of cum all over my stomach, and I feel like I’ve run a fucking marathon.
Fuck me, when I learned about the birds and the bees, nowhere did they tell me about Bloody Mary and the phantom cock-pussy.
Warrick
The muffled sound of Blackwell’s cries reaches me as I pass by his room, low and guttural, like an injured animal. My steps slow, and I glance at the closed door, light filtering through the crack at the bottom. Something’s wrong—Blackwell doesn’t make noises like that unless he’s in serious pain or peril.
I grab the handle and turn it silently, my instincts on edge. If he’s being attacked, I’ll have the upper hand. But when I push the door open just a sliver, what I see freezes me in place.
The room is dark, minus the soft amber glow from a lamp that dances over their skin. On the bed, Varys is on his knees, his muscular frame illuminated in the shadows. Bellonna is beneath him, her body arching like a bridge as she braces herself against the mattress, head thrown back in ecstasy. Varys’ hips piston forward, sharp and relentless, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the space. Bellonna’s moans are sharp but broken, each one spilling out like a melody dripping in sin.
My gaze moves across the room to Blackwell. He’s sitting back in his chair, completely naked. His cock is hard, the tip flushed and glistening, but he isn’t touching it. His hips rut into the air, desperate and wild, his head thrown back like Bellonna’s as he moans with abandon. It’s a primal sound, raw and unfiltered, like he’s caught in the throes of a pleasure he can’t control.
I should turn away. I should close the door and forget I saw this. But my feet refuse to move. My breath hitches, and my cock hardens in my pants, thick and heavy as I take in the sight before me. It’s not just the sheer eroticism of it—it’s the connection between them, the way their energy fills the room, dark and electric, pulling me in.
And then, I feel it; a jolt of awareness, as if someone’s reached into my chest and squeezed my heart. I look up, and Bellonna’s eyes are on me. Crimson and knowing, they pierce through the dim light, locking onto mine. Her lips curl into a slow, wicked smile, and she winks, a deliberate, taunting motion that sends a shiver down my spine.
Before I can react, the world shifts. Everything goes black, and I stumble, disoriented. But it’s not pain that hits me—it’s pleasure, sharp and unrelenting, coursing through my body like an electric current. I feel pressure against my chest, firm and rhythmic, as if I’m being punched, but instead of hurting, it feels… incredible. It’s rough, almost violent, but there’s a rawness to it that leaves me trembling.
My knees buckle, and I catch myself, but the sensations only intensify. Heat blooms in my core, spreading outward until I’m vibrating, every nerve ending sparking to life. I feel something rubbing against my head—no, not my head. My cock. Something warm and wet, soft and unyielding, stroking me in a way that has my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice barely more than a whisper. “What the hell is happening?”
Bellonna’s voice cuts through the haze, smooth and dripping with amusement. “You like that, Warrick?” she purrs, her tone teasing and sultry. “You like feeling how Varys makes my cunt feel?”
“Yes,” I rasp, the word escaping before I can stop it. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, chasing a sensation I can’t explain.
Her laughter is low and wicked, wrapping around me like a noose. “Good,” she purrs. “Because this isn’t just for us. It’s for you too.”
“See? Now you understand. I’m gonna beg Lilith to reincarnate me as a cock-pussy,” Blackwell murmurs.
I try to focus, to push past the haze clouding my mind, but it’s impossible. Every thrust Varys makes sends a ripple of pleasure through me, as if I’m right there with them, feeling every inch of him inside her. My hands curl into fists at my sides, and I grit my teeth, torn between the need to pull away and the desire to lose myself in it completely.
And then, as suddenly as it started, it stops. The room comes back into focus, and I’m standing in the doorway, my chest heaving, my cock straining painfully against my pants. Bellonna is still watching me, her smile triumphant, her body writhing beneath Varys as he drives into her with an intensity that makes my knees weak.
“Stay.” Varys’ growl fills the room, low and guttural, but there’s no true malice in it. His movements don’t falter, his rhythm relentless as Bellonna writhes beneath him. His eyes meet mine, sharp and knowing, the flicker of jealousy is replaced by something darker—an invitation.
The weight of that one word sinks in, and I stagger slightly, bracing myself against the doorframe. My cock throbs painfully against the confines of my pants, and the air around me seems charged, thick with the kind of tension that pulls you under like quicksand.
“Come closer,” Bellonna whispers, her tone commanding despite its softness. The crimson glow in her eyes seems to brighten, drawing me in like a moth to flame.
I hesitate, my mind warring with my body. This is madness. It’s wrong. Yet the pull is irresistible. My feet move of their own accord, carrying me into the room and shutting the door behind me.