Chapter Twelve #2
She had a knot to take…and felt a bugbear creeping up behind her.
Katarina leaned over Jessie as warm palms brushed up her back.
A low moan erupted out of her as a heavy tip pressed against her ass, teasing her with little brushes of his skin against hers.
Nik chuckled against her shoulder. She rutted back, knocking Jessie’s cock into a delightful spot within her and Nik’s cock hard against her ass.
“Want something?” Nik exhaled dreamily while nipping at her jugular.
Her skin prickled happily as he nursed a bruise in that sweet crook of her neck.
He took his time, pressing his cock slowly into her.
The world was a warm, buzzing cloud, nothing felt real and she was boneless as she floated.
Tingles ran the length of her spine and goosebumps broke out along her thighs.
There was something delicious about two lovers so needy, so enthralled with her, that they couldn’t even keep up the banter.
All she heard was a mixture of Jessie keening beneath her, Nik grunting behind her.
Her hips figured out how to move somewhere between them, impaling herself on both of them.
Katarina shivered like she’d stepped into a deep freezer naked with wet nipples.
Her walls clenched down. Dragon’s breath…
I’ve missed this. Missed having lovers who desired her so thoroughly they couldn’t help themselves.
Missed having kisses and tender touches mixed with rough yanks and sharp thrusts.
Missed feeling herself. I am a fucking treasure!
Katarina Elizabeth Witchbane was a dream! A wet, sloppy dream that left one gasping for air and drenched in the sheets.
And it’s about time I remembered that. She panted for air as Jessie and Nik took over fucking her.
Their hips thrusting like two pistons, as one pulled back, the other rushed forward.
Her limbs trembled and she crumpled against Jessie’s chest. Curling her fingers up in his fur, face pressed to his chest, she breathed him in.
Cherry limeade, the perfect fizzle of pop rocks with a sugary cherry and tart lime, he was pure syrup.
Something so sweet. Then she tasted woodsmoke, something like a whiskey from an old barrel with a hint of honey in it. That was Nik slipping into her mouth.
Katarina ate. And ate. And ate until she thought she’d burst at the seams. Just as she felt like there wasn’t room for an inch more of them, Jessie bucked hard up into her.
His knot bullied its way into her cunt and she cried out sharply before her throat cut out.
Jessie moaned, “Fuck, that’s my girl. I knew you’d take it like a pro—Dragon’s breath, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my knot. ”
Warmth pooled within her as Jessie spilled.
Rope after rope until she felt him dribble out between them.
Everything was hot and sticky and made her eyes roll back in her head.
Nik rubbed her back while Jessie continued to babble praise at her.
Good girl. So fucking good. Fits just right.
Like a fucking glove. Over and over till her ego could rip the house out of the concrete and fly it to the moon.
It got worse when Nik dug his teeth into the meat of her shoulder, drawing blood at the same time he found release.
His throaty growl, like a predator having gotten their fangs around the neck of its prey, made her insides flutter.
He withdrew his teeth only to kiss the side of her head roughly.
Hot puffs of air tickled her skin as they all fell into a cum coated pile of limbs on top of the bed. Well, on top of Jessie. Nik was a weighted blanket draped over her shoulders, a perfect oven-like temperature that made her cozy but slightly sweaty. She was spread over Jessie’s chest.
“Sorry, it’s gonna take a sec,” Jessie laughed with a winded wheeze.
“I’m not moving for a minute, take all the time you need,” she sputtered, flopping a hand about with the few muscles she had left.
“Mmm, good,” Nik grumbled.
Katarina lay there, desperately trying to keep awake…
but then Jessie kissed her forehead, rubbing her sides softly and she felt herself drift.
She only realized she’d dropped dead when she awoke to a cold, child’s foot against her back.
Snapped back to the world of the living, she sat up sharply in bed, glancing down at Isabella taking up most of the bed with a strangled Barnibus in her hand.
She was distinctly wearing a shirt that wasn’t hers and she could feel stiff boxers on her hips.
A giddy smile crept up on her lips as she glanced out the bedroom window to the early morning hazy light.
How long was I out? When she glanced at the bedside table, she found her phone plugged in and a water bottle waiting for her.
She did her best to swallow the giggles.
Snuggling back down into her bed, using a pillow to prop her bed hog daughter off her back, she grabbed another hour of shut eye.
I’ll have to thank them later…first? A succubus food coma.