24. Aurelia
Chapter 24
Aurelia
I t’s dark in the room, as if they think they can stifle my heat with the lack of light. But I am an eagle. A desperately horny eagle, and there is nothing on my mind except the delicious finger that twirls around my hot, aching, swollen clit.
I tell the room exactly that. I need them to know. I need everyone to know how hot and awful I feel without a cock inside of me. How desire can turn into sheer torture.
One part of me knows I’m being ridiculous writhing and sulking. That it’s just the drugs they’ve darted me with. But I like it. It’s a relief that I get to be the ridiculous one for a change.
A sharp knock on the door outside tells me someone is here, and the regina in me knows exactly who it is: a mate come to fuck me. To fill me with so much cum, I’m like a cum balloon.
“Yes,” I nod, shaking my bars and baring my teeth as Xander heads to the door to open it. I watch his movements with acute precision.
He is stressed. He is horny. These things are very good for my aching pussy.
Ghoul saunters through the door, a little bag in hand. My eyes slide to the bathroom door, making sure it’s closed. Immediately I hide Eugene under one of my bubble shields of invisibility.
That’s the last thought I have about the rooster.
“You look tasty,” I hiss. “Come and play with me.”
“Oh, she is delightful like this,” the basilisk says, flashing his fangs. “What the fuck have I missed?”
I run my tongue around my lips. “Get your cock out. Take advantage of me,” I urge. “If you give me both cocks, I’ll take them. Cross my heart.” I make a little X over my right breast.
But neither of them obey.
Instead, they look at each other and something passes between them. Xander lights up a joint. With his telekinesis, he pulls the heavy drapes shut with a swoosh .
Now there’s nothing but the cherry glow of the cigarette butt, Xander’s white orbs and Ghoul’s red pupils.
“Give me some of that,” Ghoul says, holding his hand out. Xander passes it to him with a grim expression, and Ghoul takes a long drag of the dragon-strength weed.
Holy shit. My mouth drops open, my pussy drips under me. Ghoul exhales smoke into the air and passes the joint back. Watching the two monsters share a joint, their eyes on me and the air hazy with smoke makes goosebumps erupt all over my skin.
Ghoul strides right up to my cage and crouches to level me with a red laser beam look. “I want to taste your venom,” he says. “You’ll give me some.”
Oh, he’s taking full advantage.
“I want to see your face,” I breathe, awestruck.
“Give me what I want first, pretty snakelet.”
Because I have no willpower, I pout for a brief moment before opening my mouth and shifting my teeth. Fangs grow against my upper palate and I extend them out with a hiss.
“Good girl,” Ghoul whispers, taking off a glove and reaching for my face. His cool fingers squeeze my cheeks together. “I’ve been dreaming of this.”
I open my mouth wider and allow a drop of venom to fall from both fangs. Ghoul watches transfixed, his lips parted, his own fangs drawn in arousal. His mouth rushes towards mine and he sucks on my right fang, scraping his tongue across it.
I suck in a shocked, aroused breath.
“More.” His voice is haggard as he swings open the cage door and grabs me out of it. I put my hands on his shoulders and he lifts me up, using his arms as a seat for my ass.
Smoke billows from behind him as he licks his lips. “More.”
I open my mouth and slant it over his, letting the milky fluid of my venom stream freely downward.
Ghoul opens his mouth and drinks , swallowing down the venom with relish.
“Sick fuck,” Xander mutters.
I stare down at the basilisk in wonder, never feeling so horny in my life. “Fuck me.” I grab his masked face in both hands, staring deep into the red points of light. “Right now.”
He chuckles and walks me over to the bed, laying me down before glancing at Xander.
The dragon comes to stand on the other side, the cherry glow of the joint flaring up before he exhales smoke into the air. He hands the thing to me.
“Smoke it.”
“Oooh!” I say excitedly, carefully taking the thing between my thumb and index finger. Lying on my back, the joint makes pretty smoky patterns in the air. I soar it over my head like a plane, admiring the swirls it makes. “Wow!”
Xander snarls and snatches it out of my hand. “Stop that.” He kneels on the bed and leans over me. I look up at him in awe, but he presses the joint to my lips. “You suck on it.”
“Like a cock?” I say sweetly.
He takes the opportunity to place it further into my mouth and I’m aware of Ghoul opening up his bag on my other side.
I inhale on the joint, but cough on the smoke, turning to the side and rubbing my sore throat.
“It takes practise,” Ghoul chuckles.
“Useless,” Xander mutters. He places the joint in his own mouth and presses his first two fingers to my lips.
“What are you doing?” I say muffled, frowning at the hot, nasty dragon.
“I’m proving I can withstand you,” Xander says between clenched teeth. “I’m proving you have no control over me.”
“Yes, of course,” I coo, wriggling my hips. “Let’s see how well you can do.”
“Then suck.”
Eagerly, I open my mouth and let Xander’s fingers in, swirling my tongue around. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the slightly salty taste of his flame-kissed skin.
Xander tugs his fingers out of my mouth and climbs onto the bed, pushing me in the centre of the chest so I go falling back.
“I never signed your silly contract,” he says, his eyes fixed on my pussy. “What was your safe word again?”
“Fairy bread!” I say excitedly, spreading my legs.
“Right,” he mutters, before pressing his wet fingers to my wet slit.
I hiss, arching my hand and reaching for his responsible wrist. “Yes!”
“You’re already so swollen,” he frowns. “Is this normal?”
I raise my head to stare at his fingers, gently brushing a circle around my lips. “Uh-huh. I get really wet too.”
A low buzz sounds, and I turn to see Ghoul waving a purple vibrator at me. But Xander is dragging his fingers, coating them with my hot slick, driving me absolutely feral with desire. “In me,” I pant, raising my hips. “In. Me.”
Xander’s jaw ticks, and I don’t know if he’s doing as well as he thinks. But he shakes his head. “Not today. Not ever.”
I groan in frustration, thumping the bed with a fist. “Then give me someone who will!” I leap for Ghoul, completely catching him off guard, and we both go crashing to the floor. I shove him onto his back and he lets me, before I sit on top of him and grind against his trousers. I do a test bounce, watching my breasts jiggle.
Ghoul chuckles before grabbing me around the waist and somehow managing to stand and throwing me onto the bed.
I roll onto my stomach and present my ass into the air, fingering my pussy and sliding my fingers all the way inside. Moaning as finally something is in me, I pump my fingers in and out.
There is silence behind me. Predatorial, hungry silence.
Suddenly, the vibrator clicks on and buzzes before someone presses it to my pussy. I flinch at first, then lean into it, the pleasant buzz spreading through my labia. I cry out in approval, rubbing myself against it until I’m in a haze. Smoke billows around me and I inhale it with bliss.
A low voice murmurs by my ear. “Do you want it inside of you, snakelet?”
My heart leaps. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please, Ghoul.”
“Good girls get rewarded, sweetheart.” The wand presses against my entrance.
I’m surprised by Xander’s voice this time. “Fuck the vibrator, Spawn. Fuck yourself with it.”
So I do. I push against it, angling my hips for better depth and letting it fill me up. I groan with satisfaction.
“Faster.” Is it me or is his voice haggard? I look back at the dragon, his white eyes flickering different colours.
“Pretty,” I murmur, staring at him as I fuck myself. He can’t take his eyes away as he watches me grind and fuck the vibrator. “I want to know what they look like when you come, Xander. I want to know how pretty your eyes go when you’re pumping cum into my pussy.”
His lips part as he stares at me, unblinking. I have him. I know I do, and it makes me scream as I come, throwing my head back and squealing my release for them both to hear.
As I let the orgasm fade, Ghoul scrapes his fangs against my shoulder, picks me up and sets me on the floor. “Go to him.” The command in his voice makes me pant as he nods at the stricken dragon.
I drop to my knees before Xander, and slide my palms up his thighs. The dragon looks down at me, his breath short and sharp. I rub my cheek against the hard seam.
“You are big,” I murmur, pressing my lips against the straining length of him. “I want you in my mouth.”
He grabs the back of my head, burying his hands in my hair and pulling a little.
“You fucking love that,” Ghoul drawls from where he sits in Xander’s arm chair, watching us with a grin. “You fucking love her pretty eyes looking up at you. We all imagine it, dragon. We all fantasise about her. And you’re no fucking exception.”
I press my lips to the steel in his pants, blinking up at him as I rub my mouth against it.
Xander sucks in a breath.
“Let her have it,” Ghoul says. “Let her put her lips around your cock and let her suck you empty. You want it.”
Xander snarls and seems to come back to his senses. He wrenches my head back, forcing me to look up. He leans down and his breath tickles my face as his eyes become nothing but hot, angry fire.
“Not now,” he hisses over my lips. “Not ever.”
Xander kisses me, hard, punishing and nasty. I let out a sound that’s half a protest.
He releases me abruptly and turns around, striding for the door, his body taut with pure rage.
“Leave him,” Ghoul drawls.
I turn to the basilisk.
He beckons with two fingers. “Come to daddy. I’ll take care of you.”