Chapter 17 #2
That’s what I’d been since I answered the front door all those weeks ago.
He sucked my clit, and I came easily.
His tongue lapped up my arousal, my eyes fluttering shut. They snapped open when he stood up and ambled around the bed.
His thick, angry cock strained. He paused at the side of the bed, his words painful. “You have no idea how badly I want your mouth on me again.”
He made a warning noise when I slid toward him on the mattress. I stopped immediately.
“I have plans for that mouth, Tangwystle, but not right now.” He fisted himself. “Right now I need your cunt.”
He crawled over my body, his elbows caging my face, his erection pressing into my thigh.
Baz kissed me, slow and thoroughly.
“It will hurt,” he admitted, a thumb tracing my bottom lip.
The tip of his cock teased my cunt. I tensed, an involuntary reaction.
“Breathe,” he reminded, not offended. His muscles strained, but he kept his words gentle as he spoke to me like a skittish horse. “Breathe,” he said again softly. His finger traced patterns along my jaw, moving up my cheek.
“Open your legs,” he instructed. I did so. “Wider.”
I spread them further, the head of his cock pressing in. My hands wove around him, and he let me hold on tight, my fingers curling in his hair. I didn’t speak, I didn’t breathe. I know because he once again demanded that I do, though he had to grind out the words, his voice hoarse.
“Fucking stars,” he uttered against my shoulder. “Fairy.”
He moved again, his thick, hard cock opening me up in a way it had never experienced before. Tears pooled in the corner of my eyes. A mixture of the physical response and the overwhelming knowledge that I was in the midst of something life-altering.
His fingers pressed into my waist, shoving his cock further into my cunt.
“Fuck, fairy,” he said again, over and over again.
I held onto him tighter. “Please.”
Claim me.
He did.
With a strangled grunt, he thrust all the way in. There was no pausing. He’d wanted my cunt for a long time, and he took what belonged to him.
Noise spilled from my lips, my nerve endings alive. He rocked his hips, barely giving me time to acclimate.
“O-oh.” I clung onto him.
He shifted so that he was sitting, pulling me onto his lap. I felt even fuller in that position, and I squirmed, unsure of what to do.
Baz took care of me, though. His large hands gripped my waist, controlling the movements. “Look at us.”
I hesitated, accustomed to avoiding the overwhelming. His fingers pinched my chin, tilting my head until I looked down. My stomach clenched at the stark image of his cock thrusting in and out of me, arousal and blood smearing.
“You’re bleeding for me,” he said, awe stretching his voice.
My mouth tumbled open when his hips moved a certain way. My insides liquefied, my skin heating. Something gathered low in my belly.
“I knew you would take my cock well, fairy.” He grunted, his jaw spasming. “But fuck. I swear to the stars, your fucking body was made for me. You’re so fucking tight.”
His fingers found my clit, circling the delicate area.
“You’ve been such a good girl, fairy,” he said, stoking the flames. “Taking care of our pet. The sight of you feasting on her was something else.”
The memories brought more heat to my skin. Even in that desperate moment, as much as I wanted Baz, the thought of Gretel with us brought out a delicious desire.
He toyed with my clit, a sensation building inside me. I did my best to move my hips how I thought he would like, and he threw his head back, the long column of his neck on display.
“Stars, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about the two of you. Pleasuring each other. Do you know how often I’m sticking my hand down my pants these days?”
The idea that we made him lose his mind brought me a stroke of confidence. And I licked the wicked image of him rushing to his study, his hand shoving down his pants to jerk himself off.
“You’re both going to be the death of me,” he declared, groaning.
My hands came on either side of his face, pulling his head back so I could stare into him. Our hips rolled together, and I’ve no idea, looking back, how I managed to say to him, “You’ll come inside me, right?”
I wanted to feel him. All of him.
He chuckled darkly. “A breeding kink, fairy?”
His words made me burn. I’d religiously begun taking a contraceptive tonic the past few weeks, preparing for this, but his words did something to me.
He groaned, his cock hitting a spot in me that made me cry out.
“Stars, you think I wasn’t going to come inside you?
Fairy, darling, you’ll take my cum and my cock always.
You understand that. This cunt is to be exclusively used by me.
If you’re baking your little bread and I decide to flip your skirt up, you’ll spread your legs for me. When I want to come inside you I will.”
He laughed at me again when I whimpered.
“You like that? You like the idea of walking around with my cum for days? What is it that you always like to say to our little pet? Such a fucking, filthy whore. My own little nasty fairy who lets me fill her cunt up whenever I want.”
He rubbed my clit, and I snapped. I clenched around him, but instead of stopping, it only spurred him on more. His fingers pinched into my skin, his movements faster and harder. My body was for his pleasure.
His spine stiffened, and I clung onto him as he grunted, his cock pulsing inside me with his release.
I hadn’t realized it, but I’d begun to cry into his shoulder. Carefully, he let me fall back into the bed, my body relaxing into the mattress.
Still inside me, he bent over, kissing my tear-stained face.
I whimpered when he pulled out and then again when his fingers fucked me.
“I’m just making sure you get everything you need,” he said with a dark glint in his eyes as he fucked the cum that had spilled out back into my pussy.
I shuddered and then drifted off into a heap of tired bones.
He kissed my face several more times, and then the bed shifted. He padded around the room while I floated.
“Drink some water,” he said, softly but with the tone of the dominant.
He took care of me, pulling me close into his side and stroking my back.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded, still tired, but more alive than I’d felt in a long time.
“Baz,” I murmured. “I’m sorry I tried to slam the door in your face the first time I met you.”
He laughed, a joyful noise, so unlike the dark chuckle that shot a thrill through me every time. But this laugh made my insides squeeze tight too, in a happy way.
“I’ll never forget that moment, Tangwystle.” He kissed my forehead.
We could’ve spent more time curled into one another, but a scratch drew our attention to the door. We shared a look, and then Baz’s grip on me loosened.
I don’t know how I had the strength to stand up. But I did so and walked to the door, flinging it open to find Gretel on the other side.
She almost tumbled forward, her ear had been pressed so firmly against the other side. Lips parted, she stared up at me in amazement, her eyes running over my naked form.
I knew instinctively that Baz had set her up for failure. Our pet liked to listen in on things, and this had been a big moment. But I welcomed her failure like a warm treat.
One hand on my hip, the other on the door, I shot her a harsh gaze. “It doesn’t look like you followed Baz’s instructions very well.”
She looked almost pained as she pouted up at me.
“There aren’t even words, are there?” I said. “To describe how dirty you’re being.”
Something caught in the back of her throat.
“Listening in to Baz and me. Let me guess, your cunt is weeping?”
Her thighs rubbed together in confirmation.
I sighed. “If you’d waited patiently, we would have called for you. But eager whores don’t get rewarded.”
“P-please,” she begged from where she sat on the floor.
I lifted her up, tugging her into the bedroom.
Baz stretched out, naked and languid on the pillows.
Gretel whimpered again, but with my ever-growing boldness, I wanted to be selfish.
She’d gotten her turn playing with Baz during their garden nights.
I wanted to experience more of Baz, and I wasn’t ready to share.
“Pet,” Baz greeted, stroking his length. Her lips parted, but when she tried to walk to the bed, I pulled her back.
“What did I say about being an eager little whore.” I pushed her into the wall. I’d never been so forceful, but her eyes widened as her spine pressed back. New information was unlocked about both of us. She liked being manhandled, and I liked doing the manhandling.
But that would be explored another time.
“I’ll need your help,” I said over my shoulder to Baz as I kicked Gretel’s legs open. I forced her arms out on either side of her, my hands keeping her wrists pinned. All it would take is a little nudge, and our naked pussies would touch.
She desperately wanted it, and I can’t say I wasn’t tempted.
Magic flitted over my shoulder, though, and Baz’s power kept her pinned to the wall.
The Manor groaned as well, Gretel and I’s gaze lifting to the ceiling. The wall morphed, and to my delight, shackles locked Gretel into place.
“Thank you, Manor,” I said, slightly more gleeful than strictly necessary.
Gretel pulled at her locks but didn’t budge.
“Please,” she begged again.
I did take pity, sort of. I speared a finger into her dripping cunt, curving to hit a deep spot. She gasped, but I stepped back.
“Some might call this a punishment,” I said as I walked back to Baz on the bed.
Even he looked impressed. We’d both always known how powerful the Manor was, but it’d never shown such a strong sign of approval for our lifestyle until then.
I crawled back to him, settling on his lap. His cock was already rock hard again, a dangerous smirk on his lips.
I continued to talk to Gretel over my shoulder. “But you were so eager to listen in, that I think this might be a pity to you. Letting you watch me take Baz’s cock.”
“You are mean,” Baz said against my lips before pulling me into a kiss.
“I learn from the best,” I boldly declared. Stars, if I’d ever felt confident to say such stuff before.
“Is that so?” Baz laughed. He gathered my waist into his hands again. “You’re sore, aren’t you?”
I nodded, admitting it. But I didn’t want this to stop, so I quietly said, “I don’t want you to go slow.”
He snorted. “And here I thought Gretel was the only painslut.”
I’m not sure who made more noise. Me when Baz slammed me down on his cock or Gretel as she watched him tear into my pussy.