19. Cazimer #2
He strokes us together—the delightful friction of our frottage appears to fuel the fires of Louise’s arousal—her gaze becoming even more intense as she hitches her hips against Frank’s face eagerly.
I reach for Q’s hand and guide it away from our twin hardnesses, guiding him so that he’s now the one seated on the couch; me stroking his throbbing erection as I use my fingers to test his pulsing asshole, dripping with slick.
I look into Q’s eyes, slipping my middle finger inside him as his cock jumps in my palm.
There's a loud, wet sound, and Sébastien's cock pops free of Louise's mouth. As she makes a breathless gasp—Frank having added several fingers to her dripping pussy as he continues to lap at her from behind.
“Please,” Louise whines as Frank works her with those brutish, thick fingers—all the while one hand pumping furiously up and down on Seb’s cock—still glistening with her saliva; the other, gripping his knot.
Frank comes up for air from Louise’s sweet pussy—cock in hand, a smug look on his face.
“I told you that you would beg for my—” but before he can finish the thought—Louise is up and off the couch and out of his reach.
“I’m not taking anyone’s knot tonight,” she growls.
Seb looks instantly crestfallen, but keeps any other indicators of his disappointment to himself. Frank is working on looking outraged when Louise cuts him off,
“I’m going to lock Q with Caz still inside,” she says with a wild look in her eye—and neither Q nor I can contain the sounds of anticipatory pleasure that escape us.
“You and Seb can flip or do rock-paper-scissors for the other holes—but I’m not taking either of those. ” She glares at Seb and Frank’s imposing knots. “Not tonight.”
Seb’s eyes find mine, and I give him an eager nod.
“Fine,” Frank grunts and repositions himself on the couch so that he lies across several cushions lengthwise, stroking his girth as he motions for Quentin.
“Bring that tight ass over here, Beckett—I wanna feel how tight you get when Little Lucifer locks you,” he growls, his canines winking through his smirk as he jerks it.
Quentin practically jumps onto Frank's cock. Frank uses his burly arms to support Q as he tilts himself back, still impaled on Frank—but opening a space for Louise to climb atop him.
While I look on, suddenly—I feel Seb’s cock in the valley of my glutes; his dick sliding against my ass as he lazily squeezes my throbbing erection.
“Let’s get comfortable, mon coeur—it may take them a moment,” Seb murmurs into my ear, guiding me back to the couch cushions as Louise clamors toward Frank and Q.
As Louise mounts Q—Seb reaches between her dripping petals and harvests a good bit of her slick honey; slathering it over his thick cock before reaching down and tentatively slipping his hand between my muscular cheeks and pressing a finger into the ring of taught muscles—making me moan.
There’s a delicious symmetry as I watch Louise take hold of Quentin’s long, muscular legs lifting them upward so that his thighs press against his rippling chest and abs—mounting him in the amazon position.
His cock sinks inside her as Sébastien pulls his finger from me and presses his hot, slippery cockhead against my asshole; penetrating me with aching slowness.
There’s a few moments of adjusting—Louise and Frank finding their stride; Frank slowly pumping his cock up to the knot into Quentin as Louise takes Q to the hilt inside her pussy.
Seb moves me closer to them with tiny motions forward on our hands and knees as he fucks me doggy—his hand jerking me in a spirited reach around.
I see Louise’s slick begin to flow down Quentin’s balls—to where Frank disappears inside him; Q and Louise’s slick, coat Frank’s pulsing knot—and I know that it’s time.
I raise myself up off of my elbows—prompting Seb to move along with me.
Caressing her lower back, letting my hand drop to her ass—down to where her slickness drenches Quentin’s cock.
“You ready?” My voice is all raspy breath—and Louise can barely spare a gasp to give an affirming, “Yes!”
I grip her hips—guiding her upward until Q is pulled free of her slick pussy; positioning myself against him just like our earlier frottage—my fingers clenched in a ring at the bases of our cocks as Louise glides us across her slick pussy lips—lubing us up before she sinks down onto our dual cocks.
Seb presses his forehead against the nape of my neck as Louise takes us deeper.
“Fuck, you’ve never gotten this tight before,” he hisses as he lurches against me, his cock stroking my prostate in a glorious explosion of sensation.
I can’t even give an intelligent response—only grunt and moan as we all begin to move together.
Quentin lets out a desperate whine as my Jacob's ladder rubs against the underside of his cock—both of us assaulting Louise’s cervix—my prince Albert taking point.
Heavy breathing and intense, wet sounds come from our tangle of bodies; all of us moving together like some infernal machine.
It doesn’t take long before we begin to fire off; a chain reaction of climaxes; Quentin practically screaming his orgasm as his cum flows hot and fast inside of Louise.
As his asshole clenches on Frank as Frank’s knot disappears inside Q, barking out his pleasure, his orgasm only intensifies as Louise cries out—her pussy locking both Q and I inside her.
I jolt against her, the crushing pressure of me and Q inside of Louise’s slick pussy sends me convulsing—my balls pulsing as I empty myself inside her—all of my muscles tightening around Seb as he lets out a halting growl, his knot throbbing as I feel his cum spill inside me.
For once, I’m not the last to wake in the morning. Frank and Louise still lay sleeping in the large tousled nest in the loft as I creep down the ship’s ladder to find Seb and Quentin deep in hushed conversation by the fireplace, steaming cups of coffee clutched in their hands.
When they see me step off the last rung of the ladder and stretch into a big yawn—they fall silent, worried looks pinching their fine features.
“What’s the matter? You two look way too grim for having gotten laid last night,” I whisper, noticing the coffee pot on the slate overhang.
I shuffle over to the metal basin to retrieve my whiskey mug from last night, giving it a quick rinse by working the small pump handle up and down until freezing cold water pours over the cobalt blue enameled cup speckled with white.
“Well…” Seb sighs, reaching for the pot to pour me a cup of coffee. “The results aren’t definitive, because I had shit equipment and everything was still processing when we had to make a run from the last safehouse,” Sébastien pauses, his eyes finding Quentin’s as the two share a worried look.
“But,” I supply, urging Seb onward as I lean over my backpack and pull a miniature bar of chocolate from the front pouch and strip it of its plastic wrapper before dropping it into my steaming cup of coffee.
“Well, if the test results are to be believed, the dart that was fired at Quentin turned up positive for the Zietnot virus,” Seb answers flatly.
It takes a moment to process what he’s said, but once I do—I jump up from my seat, backing away from Seb and Quentin without thinking.
My shame rises as I realize that my first instinct was one of self preservation, rather than protection—then the combination of panic and confusion when I realize that all of us have not only shared close quarters since the raid on the last safehouse—but we’ve exchanged more than our fair share of bodily fluids as well…
Yet none of us seem to be showing symptoms?
I want to ask what the fuck is going on, how they’re acting so calm and collected when Quentin and Louise may already be infected—but Seb doesn’t give me the chance.
“While the dart may have been loaded with the virus, it appears that Quentin is immune to the Zeitnot virus because he has developed antibodies after an initial infection.”
I blink, completely flabbergasted.
“But how? Doesn’t the Zeitnot virus have a nearly zero percent survival rate?” I stammer, my panic getting the best of me.
Seb scrubs at the dark stubble along the hard angle of his jaw.
“This also perplexes me. I need better equipment to get clearer answers—but as far as I can tell from the primitive testing that I’ve been able to do while on the lam, Quentin had previously been infected with the virus—and by some treatment or by the grace of god, survived the symptoms. Since he has immunity from the initial infection, the dart was basically useless on him. ”
“Sorry I instantly started to retreat in panic…” Sheepishly, I creep back onto the couch, my eyes fixed on the floor as I offer my apology.
“No, it makes sense.” Quentin shrugs. “It’s not like you would have suffered any symptoms as a theta—you did it out of concern for Louise and I.”
Louise.
My eyes snap to the wooden boards of the loft directly above us.
“Wait—that may partly explain why Q isn’t showing any symptoms, but what about Louise?” I blurt out, fear rising again.
“Now that is a good question,” Seb sighs ruefully, kicking back into the couch with an exasperated sigh.
“We don’t have very long before this heat hits,” Quentin says mildly, but I can see the tension in his jaw as he does his best to appear nonchalant. “But we should prioritize getting Seb some access to some better equipment so that we can get some answers.”
There’s a loud creaking sound from above, which makes the three of us around the fire nearly jump out of our skins. Both Frank and Louise’s heads appear at the edge of the loft—peering down at us.
“I was going to bitch at you three for being so fuckin’ chatty…” Frank yawns.
“But I think it’s safe to say this deserves a conversation,” Louise adds tartly, her eyes still droopy with sleep.