Chapter Eleven
Terra
Inside the sex room, candles float about in crystal holders carried by puffs of cloud. The scent of jasmine and spice shrouding the room with a sense of luxury. The plentiful mirrors are covered in a coat of frost, and the slight chill has goosebumps sprouting all over my chest.
Azuran’s stark features are etched with smug satisfaction as he watches Vulf lead me to the circular chaise. In all his werewolf glory, Vulf sinks to the floor, resting my foot on his shoulder to unlace my boot with meticulous care.
Azuran pours one glass of whiskey and two wines on the drink cart beside the chaise.
“What are you waiting for?” I snap. It might’ve sounded more authoritative without Vulf’s deft fingers digging into my soles. I swear his hands are imbued with magic.
Azuran looks more than pleased with my impatience, and Vulf’s tail thumps excitedly against the floor.
“As the lady wishes.” Azuran’s perfectly groomed eyebrows twitch. He turns to the mirrors and waves a hand.
The frost recedes to reveal a familiar scene. A richy-rich home that hosts one of my favorite party rooms. The couple that owns it has expensive taste, and it shows.
“The guests will arrive shortly,” Azuran assures me.
“I am aware.” Both men let out low groans at my sass. Deciding I’ve found some footing—despite being on a cloud all day—I lean into this strange familiarity between us. “When the party arrives, I expect you to pay me back for all those free peep shows you stole.”
“Yes, little doe.” Vulf licks his massive jowls, tail thumping, barely a hint of chagrin in his stormy eyes. “We’ll repent.”
“Fair is fair,” Azuran says. “I do not regret a moment, though.”
I slant my gaze at my Wizard Daddy. “Of course you don’t.”
Secretly, I don’t either.
Azuran moves to the bed, content to watch the guests arrive between furtive glances at Vulf’s fingers on my feet. Soon, the party’s in full swing. Dicks are pulled out of shorts. Dresses are lifted over parted thighs. But my jumpsuit remains on, hiding my arousal as best it can.
“So this is what you guys do?” I ask, restless and horny as hell. “Sit around watching, fully clothed?”
Vulf’s whimper lets me know I’ve successfully cornered them.
“Azure?” he whines.
“Yes, pet. She is magnificent. Best we do as she commands.”
Something about their willingness to follow my snarky demands makes my pussy flutter. I’ve never felt so in charge of my own pleasure. It feels fucking good, and empowers me to speak my mind even more.
“You,” I point in Azuran’s direction. “Take out your cock. Feed it to your little pet until you’re about to cum.”
“Yes, mistress.” His moustache twitches, but he takes my command with grace. “And what shall I do when I’m about to cum?”
“You let him fuck you.”
“As you wish.”
Vulf releases my feet, whimpering like the goodest boy in all of Eldrunna. I use the moment to stand, slipping out of my jumpsuit while they’re distracted. Fucking hell, when those two look at each other, it makes the world tremble.
Azuran bends to kiss Vulf with a passion I’ve only dreamed of, their mouths somehow seeming to fit perfectly despite the difference in size and shape.
After a healthy amount of tongue, my fingers itch down my torso, and I don’t fight the urge.
I can’t expect that of myself, especially while watching Azuran’s crystalline cock tease Vulf’s slobbering maw.
His hand weaves into Vulf’s fur, tugging until the puppy opens for him.
“Good little pet,” Azuran praises. Only then does his gaze flick to mine, and a groan leaks from his grimace. With a rough hand, he snags Vulf’s hair and turns him toward me. “She likes the way you suck me, see?”
“Ohh, fuuu…” Vulf garbles. Invigorated, he grips Azuran’s sculpted cheeks and forces the shimmery cock deeper.
Meanwhile, the scene on the mirrors plays out like a 4D porn theatre.
Sarah’s back partially obstructs the view of a three-way sixty-nine situation happening on the floor.
Across the room, Terrence, fully clothed, strokes his bulge while making eyes at his wife.
Sarah and Terrence are wild about each other, and as far as I know, these parties strengthen their marriage. I’d always been jealous of them.
Watching the orgy in such high definition on every surface of the room is admittedly pretty hot, but the sloppy top noises coming from the edge of the chaise are infinitely hotter.
Both of my fairytale men stare at my fingers as I lift them to my mouth, relishing the way it makes Azuran fuck the wolf’s face harder.
Vulf’s tongue slips out to wrap around Azuran’s balls, which is completely inhuman and has my hips grinding over my hand.
Vulf clearly has experience being the sub, because he hasn’t tried to touch himself a single time, waiting for permission.
His slippery wolf cock makes a mess all over his lap, dripping and oozing with that delicious precum.
I can smell it from here, like chamomile tea with extra honey.
I lick my lips and meet his hungry gaze.
“Use some of that tasty lube to open our dear god’s asshole, would you, puppy?”
Vulf whimpers around a mouthful of cock, but obeys, lifting a slick-coated finger to Azuran’s ass.
“I don’t advise—ahh!” Azuran falls forward, clutching the fur of Vulf’s back, hips thrusting between finger and mouth. “M-my love, turn around lest I disobey our mistress’s orders.”
Being part werewolf, I figured Vulf was strong, but watching him easily uproot Azuran, flip him around, and deposit him face-first at my feet does exhilarating things to my insides.