Aftercare for Monsters #4
They both slammed their hips forward at the exact same time, burying themselves as deep as they could possibly go, their bodies going completely rigid.
Rowan came first. I felt the hot, heavy pulse of his climax shooting deep inside me, a thick, branding heat that flooded my deepest walls.
A second later, Mateo shattered. He let out a harsh, broken cry, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he emptied himself right alongside Rowan.
I could feel the sheer volume of it, wave after wave of thick, hot come pumping into my completely stretched, ruined hole.
They were filling me up, breeding me just like they promised, completely overwhelming my body with their seed.
The sensation of being pumped full by both of them simultaneously was the final trigger. My neglected cock jerked wildly against the sheets, and I came with a hoarse, ragged sob, shooting a few weak, pathetic strings of come onto the mattress.
They held themselves deep inside me through the aftershocks, their chests heaving, their heavy weight pinning me to the bed. I was entirely unmade, a trembling, leaking, completely broken thing.
Slowly, Mateo pulled out first, his cock sliding free. Rowan followed a moment later, the sudden emptiness leaving me entirely hollowed out.
I collapsed fully onto the mattress, my face buried in the pillow. I couldn't move. I could feel their thick, hot come leaking out of my gaping hole, running down my thighs to pool on Draco's pristine sheets.
I whimpered into the pillow, entirely humiliated and perfectly, beautifully ruined.
Rowan didn't linger in the softness of the aftermath.
He pushed himself off the bed, his massive, hairy frame towering over me in the dim light.
He didn't reach for his clothes right away.
Instead, he stepped closer to the head of the bed, his thick thighs brushing against my shoulder.
His cock was still semi-erect, heavily veined and completely coated in my saliva, Mateo's spit, and the slick remnants of his own climax.
“Up,” Rowan commanded, his voice a low, vibrating scrape.
I didn't have the strength to refuse. I pushed myself up on trembling arms and I knelt before him.
“Clean me up,” Rowan ordered. “Make yourself useful, slut.”
I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to lick the blunt head of his cock. I took him into my mouth, working my tongue meticulously over the thick veins, sucking the last lingering drops of his come and my own slick from his skin.
Rowan let out a deep, satisfied grunt, his hand coming down to rest heavily on the back of my head, guiding my mouth.
When I finally pulled back, Rowan smirked. “Good boy,” he praised roughly, patting my cheek with a calloused hand.
He turned away, grabbing his dark trousers from the floor. He pulled them on, his massive muscles rolling under his hairy skin as he fastened the button and zipped them up.
He looked back at me one last time, taking in the sight of me kneeling in a puddle of our combined fluids, completely wrecked and leaking onto the expensive mattress. The smirk deepened, a flash of pure, unapologetic dominance.
“Sleep well, Nico,” Rowan murmured, the dark amusement practically dripping from his words. He turned on his heel, unlocked the hall door and stepped out into the corridor, closing the door quietly behind him.
The heavy silence of the room rushed back in, broken only by my ragged breathing and the sound of Mateo shifting on the mattress.
Mateo's hand ran up my spine once. I heard his weight shift as he got up, and he started to take care of me by cleaning me up.
I was embarrassed by how good it felt.
Mateo left and came back again with water and set it on the nightstand beside the bloodstone before leaving.
I rolled over enough to drink it, and Drake finally deigned to jump down from the windowsill and land on the bed beside my head and begin washing his face with the air of someone who had waited long enough for the nonsense to conclude.
I scratched behind his ears and he purred. I was halfway to feeling human again when the door handle turned.
And Draco stepped in.
He did not look surprised. His gaze moved across the room and the look that crossed his face was cool and dark and amused in a way that made me want to throw the water glass at him.
“Did my men satisfy you,” he said, “or shall I have the tailor pencil himself in as well?”
I pulled the sheet to my waist. “You always this invested in staff performance reviews?”
“Only when the staff are performing on my best linen.”
Draco's eyes moved to mine and stayed there. He did not look away first. I did, because I was tired and wrecked and my pride only had so much left in it.
“Tomorrow night, there will be a masquerade here at the manor and you’re required to attend.”
“I'm not going to a vampire ball. Besides, I don’t have a suit.”
“You have suit fitting in the morning. Nine o'clock.” His eyes moved briefly over me. Draco turned toward the door “Rest. Tomorrow, Blackthorne wears a prettier mask.”
The door closed behind him.