Chapter Eight
M oist, velvet cake with a ganache center, topped with chocolate raspberry sauce.
My favorite dessert ever.
And yet, as my tongue flicks through Sythia’s folds, I know that it has officially become my second favorite flavor.
One lick has me groaning. Two and my dick is painfully hard. Three and a bead of come forms on the tip.
Fuck this crazy mate of mine and her glorious… everything!
Playing with my shifted tongue in her folds, engulfing her clit, pinching slightly from each side, and she screams out. I glance up to see her lust-filled eyes staring straight at me. She’s panting heavily, and I want so badly to adjust my hold so that I can slam my throbbing cock straight home.
I pull back and lick her juices from my lips. Shifting my gaze to Lucian, he shakes his head lightly. Alright, I can play a little more. I lower my head and blow lightly across her core. Sythia moans again.
Dragging my tongue down her folds, I slowly enter her channel. She moans and this time when I glance up, I see her tongue flick across the massive head of her other mate’s dick.
The sight makes me freeze.
She flicks her tongue across it again.
Never in a million years did I think watching that would be so fucking sexy.
I’m entranced by the visual before me, watching as she takes his head into her mouth, before it pops back out.
Lucian breaks the spell. “I think my brother enjoys watching you, Animus Meus .”
She glances down at me and purrs.
I haven’t moved, but my tongue is still fully inserted inside of her. Gathering my focus, I slowly begin to flick the sides of my fork, back and forth. Each side taking a turn to rub across her walls. She gasps and Lucian uses the distraction to turn her head and shove his dick inside it.
Fuck , that’s hot!
I lower one of her legs, bracing most of her weight with the other arm. With my free hand I begin to carefully rub circles around her other entrance. She mewls in response, and her tail brushes across my thigh. I arch my hips in its direction and it latches right onto my dick.
Fuck yes!
I’ve developed a fondness for her tail and its many… whims.
Once she is good and relaxed, I slide a finger into her tight hole, still working my tongue. Lucian pinches her nipple and Sythia gasps. He takes advantage of the situation and rams his dick further into her mouth.
Forsythia is writhing on my tongue as I flick the sides hard and piston two of my fingers into her ass. I can feel her building. She knows it.
In the blink of an eye, Forsythia is no longer laying pliant under my tongue, but is instead pressing my back against the ground with her hands around my wrists as she crawls up my body. Her wings are spread behind her and her eyes are glowing golden and wild as she looks at me.
She’s starving .
She licks up my abdomen and I don’t suppress my shudder.
I can’t take it anymore.
I grab her shoulders and lift her slightly, before impaling her on my cock. There is no teasing, no warm-up. I make her take all of me.
She screams out my name.
A pair of large hands wrap around her from behind and thumbs flick across her nipples. She pulls her wings in tightly to give him better access.
I slowly let my hands fall down, replacing Lucian’s as his find their way to her hips. Once he has a good hold on her, he gently lifts and drops her back down on me. We both moan in response.
He does it again. And again. Forcing her to fuck me. Using gravity to make her take me over and over. I bite my lip as my balls tighten. I’m not ready yet. It’s way too soon.
Thankfully, Lucian must recognize my body language. He removes his hands from her hips, and I hear him tell Forsythia to lean forward. Having a very good idea as to where Lucian’s thoughts are headed, I figure distraction might be in order.
I’m no small guy, but Lucian? The guy is massive everywhere .
I pull Sythia closer to me, her breasts pressing against my chest, as I lean up and kiss her.
Pulling her focus on us. On this dance of tongues. Drinking each other. Drowning in each other.
I let my hands gently glide across her wings and she moans deeply into my mouth.
I feel Lucian’s legs against mine, as he presses closer to our mate.
And then…
Well there are no distractions strong enough for what happens next. I break from Forsythia’s lips as I scream. “Wrong hole! Wrong hole!”
Lucian’s head pops around Sythia’s shoulders and a look of pure confusion overwhelms his face. Before he gets a chance to say anything, I am yelling again.
“Get your dick out of my ass!” And that’s when I see it.
My mate turns her head to hide her blush, her laughter, and yes– her fucking mischief.
“My dick is not in your ass.” And that simple statement from the stoic giant destroys the hold Forsythia has on her laughter.
Reaching down between us, I find her fucking naughty tail has decided to join the party yet again. Why she likes to shove the thing up my ass, I have no clue.
I thrust up into her once and the sensation has her laughter cut off completely. She leans forward and captures my lips again. Her kiss is feverish. I reach between us and pinch both of her nipples, and feel her body shudder as Lucian begins to sheath himself.
I know that she needs a moment to adjust to his size as he continues to enter her, so I make sure to be as still as possible. Lucian sliding into her tight hole makes Sythia’s channel tighten around me possessively, and when he finally fits the rest of himself inside our mate, we all moan.
“So much.” Forsythia pants. “Too much… I can’t… I need…”
“Shh.. We have you, Animus Meus. Just breathe.“ Lucian kisses her ear and her tail flexes inside of me.
Now I feel overwhelmed. She arches her back and I lean forward, snatching a nipple into my mouth with a possessive growl. Lucian slowly pulls himself halfway out, before sliding back in just as slowly.
This. This is absolutely fucking torture.
I want to come. I want Forsythia to come. Fuck, at this point I want Lucian to come, too. But everything is moving so fucking slow. I keep her nipple rolling around my tongue as I slide myself out just a tiny bit, and then press hard back into her.
Her entire body begins shaking.
Lucian’s control slips as he thrusts himself into her harder.
She screams. Her tail swirls around inside me and I bite her nipple. Maybe a little harder than I intended.
She punches me in the side and I release my hold on her nipple with a pop. The punch wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it definitely got my attention.
I fall back and see the crazed look in her eyes again.
Uh-oh.
When Lucian pulls back this time, so does Forsythia’s tail. Both slamming into their targets simultaneously.
Fuck!
Forsythia pins my wrists against my chest as they thrust again.
I bite my lip harder. Refusing to scream out. Denying how much I’m loving this.
Sythia arches her back and Lucian bites her neck. His hands roam her breasts.
And they move together, in a furiously passionate tango of push and pull that has me breathing heavily as I’m forced to just accept the waves of delicious torture.
I’m trapped in the moments. Forced to accept the pleasure my mate gives me. Seconds pass as their synced movements intensify and my body grows tighter.
The air begins to swirl around us. Forsythia screams out. Or maybe that was me? Lucian growls as he jolts us hard with one more thrust of his hips.
Air blasts out from around us as if the ground were impacted by a heavy force.
Forsythia collapses onto me, and Lucian onto her. All of us panting, trying to catch our breath.
Their combined weight resting on me should be heavy. Instead it just feels– right .
I’m not really a guy who is prone to cuddling, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t enjoying this.