Chapter 42
Oryx
At last, I had him right where I wanted, and my pet was observing intently, savoring every moment as I prepared to fulfill my intentions with the man beneath me.
I haven’t taken an ass in this form, I do worry I would stretch him beyond his capability but we are both different from our fae forms. He was different, and so was I. Thankfully, I am self lubricated and I will go as slow as I must to sink myself into his body.
I groaned as I watched my finger disappear inside him.
His body tensed, then relaxed, allowing me to slip further into his warmth. I paused, letting him adjust to the intrusion, before slowly moving my finger in and out, twisting it gently to coax him open.
Veylor shivered beneath me, his breath hitching in a way that sent a wave of desire crashing through.
My cock throbbed violently, dripping thick ropes of seed onto the mattress as Vesper's raw, unfiltered thoughts crashed through my mind.
Her desperate hunger to watch us rutting like animals, the vivid parade of positions she craved to witness.
Veylor bent over the table, pinned against the wall, me buried to the hilt…
tore through my restraint, threatening to shatter me completely before I'd even begun.
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath.
I couldn’t wait for Veylor and I to fuck her all at once.
Veylor gritted his teeth, his thoughts intermingling with Vesper. I tuned out Vesper only because there were too many raging thoughts in my head. I had to concentrate on only one and I must make Veylor comfortable. I was large, and I could not ruin him.
Yet.
Veylor groaned when he felt my second finger probing his ass. This time I let my come coat the second finger.
I leaned down, my free hand gripping his shoulder, teeth nipping at his ear.
"Are you ready for more?" I murmured, my voice a low rumble.
He nodded, a small whimper escaping his lips, and I felt a surge of satisfaction.
I was careful, so careful, as I added another finger, scissoring them to stretch him wider.
Veylor cried out, his head reared back.
"Oryx," Vesper gasped from the corner, her voice strained between pleasure and frustration. "Enough teasing." Her fingers worked frantically beneath her bunched skirt while her other hand kneaded her breast, her eyes never leaving the scene before her.
I took in a large breath, sniffing the air. So much arousal, so much to fill me.
I withdrew my fingers slowly, savoring the way Veylor's body clung to them.
His legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath him.
With firm hands, I steadied his hips, guiding him into position.
"Press your forehead against the mattress," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.
"I want that perfect ass raised high for me. "
Veylor whimpered.
“Pull those cheeks apart, let me see that asshole.”
Veylor obeyed, exposing himself completely. I coated his entrance with my natural lubricant, watching as it glistened and trickled between his cheeks. My tentacled appendage pulsed against his opening, the tiny suckers caressing and preparing his sensitive flesh with gentle, hungry motions.
Veylor groaned. “Feels good. Mmm.”
My tentacles pressed against him, the suckers detecting an unexpected flavor, something sweet and foreign where I should only taste skin. I paused my advance, though my sensitive organs continued their gentle exploration, pulsing and tasting his hole.
“You taste of… pastries. Cinnamon and spices.” I tilted my head and Veylor looked up over his shoulder.
“I didn’t want you to taste inside me.” He blushed. “There is a spell to change the way things taste and well…”
Vesper gasped. “You changed the flavor of your asshole?”
Veylor blushed and nodded.
I leaned my head back. “Tastes good. I like it.”
“Does your come taste like pastries?” Vesper smirked, biting her lip.
Veylor’s mouth opened and closed. “I… can make it taste like anything you want.”
Vesper giggled. “This is so interesting.”
I grunted. “If you are both done talking, I’d like to fuck his ass now.”
I pushed in slowly, a groan tearing from my throat as his heat enveloped me. He gasped, his hands fisting the sheets, but he didn't pull away. I sank deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed within him.
His body tensed around me, a tight, velvety vice that threatened to undo me too soon.
I held still, allowing him to adjust to my size, while my suckers continued their rhythmic pulsing, tasting his sweetened flesh.
Veylor's breath came in ragged gasps, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets so tightly.
“Oryx!”
I moved in and out with deep, measured thrusts. Veylor grunted each time I sank into him, his body trembling with the effort of taking me.
"Like a vise around me," I growled, my tail lashing the air as my nails dug crescents into his hips.
"More," he panted, pushing back against me, urging me to give him all I had. I grinned, a feral baring of teeth, and began to move in earnest. The room filled with the sound of our flesh slapping together, Veylor's groans, and Vesper's eager whimpers.
I could feel Vesper's longing, her orgasm building, her release would be soon.
My free hand roamed Veylor's back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the sweat that slicked his skin. I could feel his pleasure rising, his body coiling tight like a spring but wouldn’t release.
Frustration was building within him.
Vesper cried out and I continued my thrusts. My heavy balls slapped Veylors.
Veylor's voice cracked, his fingers clawing at the sheets. "Please—I can't—" His hips bucked desperately against nothing, cock flushed purple and dripping onto the mattress. A tear slid down his cheek, catching the light before disappearing into the sweat-dampened mattress beneath him.
Vesper rose from her chair, crossing the short distance to where we joined. She knelt beside Veylor, whose body rocked with each of my powerful thrusts, her eyes darting between his flushed face and mine.
It was her decision to let him come or not.
Was she done torturing him?
My hips jerked, my cock was thick. She better hurry because I was going to damn explode.
Vesper moved closer to Veylor, her lips gently grazing his cheek. "Will you behave like a good little lich from now on?"
Veylor gritted his teeth and nodded, his hip thrusting along with me.
Vesper grinned and traced her finger up his shaft, gathering his come and putting it into her mouth. Her eyes widened. “You do taste just like a cookie.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and he groaned.
"Fuck, yes, touch me," Veylor gasped, his voice breaking with need. "I've been starving for your touch." Vesper's lips curved into a soft smile as she stroked him, her free hand guiding his face toward hers until their mouths met in a hungry kiss.
Veylor groaned into the kiss and I came undone.
Veylor’s body convulsed around me, milking my cock as I roared my release. I could feel my essence pumping into him, my suckers pulsating wildly , my hips jerked.
Vesper stroked Veylor faster, her hand twisting over the head of his cock, and his kiss muffled his cry of pleasure, until finally he tore his lips away to scream.
Veylor shuddered as his orgasm overtook him, his cock throbbing in Vesper's grasp. She purred with delight, her eyes shining as she witnessed his release. His hips thrust back against me, eagerly extracting every bit from me, such a ravenous little lich he was.
I could feel his body relaxing and his knees buckled. Slicked with sweat and other bodily fluids, I held him up. Slowly, I pulled out, grinning at the sight of my come dripping from his ass, shiny and pink from my cock’s sucking.
Veylor and Vesper both laid down on the bed. Veylor’s chest heaving with exertion, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Vesper turned to me, her eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. "That was..." she started, her voice trailing off as if she couldn't find the words.
I grinned, bending down to gently trace my tongue over her lips. "Tasty," I murmured. She let out a moan, her body pressing closer to mine. Her heartbeat was racing, and I could sense her desire igniting once more.
Veylor laid in a crumbled heap on the mattress, still panting. Vesper tutted. “It looks like we are going to have to work on his stamina. Poor thing had the life drained out of him.”
Veylor groaned as Vesper crawled over to him. Sitting beside him, she gently ran her hand across his face. Though his eyes remained shut, he instinctively leaned into her touch.
I approached from behind and I pulled him closer to my body to help keep him warm.
“You did deprive him of release for a while.” My tail wrapped around his ankle. “Do you think he came enough?”
Vesper pursed her lips to hold back her smile. “Perhaps we can play with him later then.”
He really isn’t so bad.
I purred, the tip of my tail gently lifting Vesper's chin. "He's worth keeping around. The way he looks at you…that's real. And I'd tell you if it wasn't. Haven't lied to you yet, have I?"
“I know.” she whispered. “I’ve known all along. I am very stubborn and I should have let it go, it’s just I had to figure things out for myself.”
Because nothing makes sense anymore. And when we leave the walls of this home, I won’t know anything either.
I perked up my ears. “Is that what you are more afraid of? Not the vampires, but not knowing this realm?”
Veylor stirred and opened his eyes. “What? Are you afraid? We will protect you.”
Vesper rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't call it fear.
It's more... uncertainty." She hugged herself, her gaze dropping to the floor.
"My only venture outside ended with fangs in my throat.
The world beyond these walls are a mystery to me.
" Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve.
"The play sounds wonderful, but I can already imagine the whispers.
Humans are weak. I'll be walking around with a target on my back. "
Veylor scoffed and sat up. He didn’t hesitate to pull Vesper in his lap and Vesper squeaked in surprise. “Nothing will happen to you, not while we are there. I will go as myself and so will Oryx. No one would dare mess with either of us.”
Vesper tilted her head in confusion. “But, I don’t want Oryx to be upset. I want everyone comfortable.”
I puffed up my chest at my pet’s warm regard.
Veylor shook his head. "We'll be at ease, as we'll dress in a manner that exudes authority," he said, scratching his chin. "However, Oryx might need to take on a role that could be somewhat degrading."
I tilted my head.
“Oryx, would you be willing to wear a leash and let our pet walk you as if you were her… captive?”
My cock instantly hardened.
“Am I to be at her mercy?” My tail swished back and forth behind me.
Veylor pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes, if your mind wants to take you there.”
Vesper imagined an image of a leather ensemble, complete with a whip and a stick that had a leather flap on its tip.
I opened and closed my mouth with a snap. “I want her to wear the outfit she just thought of.” I pointed to her and sent the image to Veylor.
His eyes widened and he looked at Vesper.
“There is no privacy!” Vesper cried out. “Literally no privacy.” She went to stand up but Veylor held her down on his lap. “And now you are hard again.”
Veylor grinned wickedly. “I can see what I can do about this outfit, but that should be left at home. I don’t want others to try and take what is ours.”
Vesper snorted. “Now you are getting all possessive.”
Veylor’s eyes darkened. “My darling, you have no idea.”