Chapter 21 Cassius #2
Being what—and who—he was, it wasn’t enough, however, and in moments he was trying to push back against me.
He writhed beneath me, clutching at the sheets, and even clawing at them and shredding pieces of fabric, utterly beside himself.
“Do it… Cas… please,” he begged, biting at the sheets.
“Careful,” Velra told me.
I smiled at her reassuringly. I would always be, no matter if Lazriel did not share that concern, even though he should. I would not take him raw and unprepared.
A cry from Sylas drew my attention, just as Velra took him over the edge and he came all over himself, holding her to him with his hands under her shirt and kneading her breasts.
She grinned and ripped her shirt over her head, clearly intending to tease him more.
But then that dark, erotic look sparked in his eyes and he lunged at her, shoved down her pajama shorts, then gathered his own sticky cum and wiped it between her legs.
She gasped and grabbed at his nape for purchase as he sank two fingers into her, feeding it into her.
“Spread,” he ordered, slapping the insides of her thighs with his free hand.
She did, burying her face in his shoulder while she held him to her as he thrust, twisted, and pumped into her, while his thumb brushed over her clit, faster and faster, until she was trembling all over.
“Mmm… feel all my sticky cum coating your sweet little cunt? You’re taking it so well, my Dark Beauty. Look at you riding my hand and fucking loving it.”
Through all the filth, an idea came to mind as I looked from them to Lazriel still writhing beneath me and getting more worked up as he took in what Sylas was doing.
Lazriel had been away so long. He’d just been able to taste me, my blood.
But he hadn’t had a taste of Velra yet—nor of the two of them together.
I caught Sylas’ eye, then wrenched Lazriel onto his hands and knees and dragged him over to Velra. Sylas yanked his fingers free, making her lurch and scream out, her nails digging into his pecs as he took her over the edge from the sudden rough movement and she came all over the sheets.
Lazriel finished my job for me, so worked up that he lunged, grasped Velra’s hips, then shoved his head between her thighs from behind and thrust his tongue deep inside her, tasting her and Sylas within her all at once. He snarled and moaned, his ass swaying and bucking, so deliciously needy.
Sylas smirked and slapped Lazriel’s ass cheeks.
He then dipped low and spat into his hole, all while stroking Velra’s hair that had fallen in curtains about her face as she hung her head in her overwhelmed state, while she screamed as Lazriel tormented her.
Lazriel slashed his tongue all over Velra’s sweetness, before thrusting back inside and making her lurch forward with a gasping curse.
A sharp jolt of filth-induced pleasure shot through me as Sylas finished spitting into Lazriel’s asshole, then dipped two fingers inside, swirling the mixture around and groaning at the sight and Lazriel’s trembles in response, him becoming absolutely feral over Velra.
What was he doing to me?
I hadn’t gravitated toward the filth of it all before… but this… now… it had shifted.
“Take him,” Sylas said, obviously seeing how very on-the-edge I was. “He’s ready. But he needs her too.”
Yes, I knew he did. He had been apart from Velra for far too long, and it had clearly been straining on him. The same had occurred on her end as well.
Velra screamed and then sprayed all over Lazriel’s cheeks, mouth, and chin.
He lapped up her taste ravenously, then she reached back, wanting more of him, clearly for him to take her from behind.
“I need to see you,” he told her.
And then he flipped her onto her back and descended on her, his hands slapping down either side of her head.
Her eyes flamed purple with her Dark Fae power, and then she grasped his shoulders, and Sylas and I watched her frost travelling along his skin. He groaned as she cooled his heated, feverish state, while pleasuring him at the same time.
He threw his head back as he dragged his cock over her sweetness, to her stomach, back and forth. “Say it. Please,” he choked, emotion taking him.
He didn’t need to spell it out.
Not with her.
Not with any of us.
She grasped the sides of his face, stroking his cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. “I need you. Sink inside me, sweets.” Her eyes flamed. “Fuck me. Now.”
Sylas smirked. Yes, I’d come to see how much he enjoyed her taking her pleasure and even demanding it often now as well.
Lazriel shifted his grip to her hips, then thrust inside her, filling her so deep in one long, forceful stroke.
“Ah! Yes!” she cried, looping her arms around his neck and dragging him down to her.
Sylas reached out and toyed with her breasts, tweaking her already hard nipples and making her squirm.
Lazriel’s long and deep thrusts picked up pace, and he started to move toward his feral state, becoming rougher, harsher, her breasts bouncing, her nails scraping his skin.
I slicked my cock with my magic, then snagged Lazriel’s right hip as I pushed my crown against his asshole that was now dripping with Sylas’ saliva from his earlier preparation.
A loud groan escaped me as bliss surged when I breached him and he welcomed me so quickly, so readily, so wantonly.
“Beautiful,” I uttered as I sank deeper and deeper and he pushed back against me.
Within moments, it evolved to him slamming back and forth—inside Velra, then back onto me.
I lost myself to it, matching his rhythm and delivering punishing thrusts as I destroyed him with my cock, hitting that glorious bundle of nerves deep within. Velra met my gaze and then she pushed back on Lazriel too, rolling her hips.
“Yes! Oh… fuck! You all drive me crazy!” she cried.
Sylas grinned and dragged his length over her cheek, back and forth, teasing her and moving back every time her tongue darted out and tried to lick him.
He rolled his cock over her breasts and slapped his crown against her highly-sensitized nipples.
It was… something else.
Through it, Lazriel was squeezing my cock so fiercely, I could barely see straight as I slammed into him over and over and watched as he took Velra, her pleasure which I could feel through our Brand as though it was intertwining with mine physically.
I was truly beside myself.
Right on the edge.
And then Lazriel dipped his head when Sylas moved back to dragging his cock degradingly, yet in a highly arousing way, over her cheeks and lips, letting her lick him this time.
I heard Lazriel with my heightened hearing as an Immortal as he whispered at her ear so reverently, his heart clearly filled with it, “I love you.”
I could see that Sylas hadn’t been able to pick up on it. Without his magic, he couldn’t enhance himself in ways akin to that.
A rush of emotion from Velra hit me through the Soul Brand as her eyes widened.
But something else was melded with it that caught my attention—fear.
Lazriel looked to her, needing her response.
It was only mere seconds, but it seemed to drag due to the intensity of the moment.
And then Lazriel inadvertently shifted, and it sent her over the edge, and she was shrieking as her orgasm leveled her.
“Ungh… that grip, love… fuck me,” Lazriel grunted, trying to hold his own release off, wanting to clearly prolong the pleasure. Even though he could continue on immediately after orgasm, it seemed he wanted to remain with her and not have to break the moment even in the slightest way.
But if this continued on much longer, if she couldn’t say those three special words back to him in this moment when he needed it… no, I couldn’t allow that to land so painfully on either of them.
So, as Sylas grasped Velra’s jaw, then thrust his cock into her open, screaming mouth, obviously to feel the intense reverberation around his shaft, I reached around and scraped my nails over Lazriel’s balls.
He cursed and faltered in his brutal rhythm within Velra.
“Cas… fuck… I’m not gonna hold if you… oh my… shit…”
I tugged on his hair and ripped his head back. “I don’t wish you to hold onto your control. I want to see you break apart, wild one. Inside her and for me.”
His eyes rolled back in his head at my words.
It certainly assisted when Sylas began force-feeding Velra his entire length, and she rose to it, lashing him with her tongue and then kneading his balls as they smashed against her from his violent movements.
“Dammit… shit!” Lazriel roared, before it morphed to a howl.
He slammed deep inside Velra and held, then came inside her, essentially convulsing in the process, his ass clenching me so fiercely, it shattered me as well.
His howl melded with mine as ecstasy tore through me and I filled him.
I saw Sylas react to it all, his control shattering as he grasped Velra’s hair and held her tight to his cock deep down her throat. “Yeah… motherfucker… ah!” he yelled out, before ripping from her mouth, then spraying over her breasts.
He fisted his cock and just as I pulled from Lazriel, and he eased from Velra and collapsed beside her, Sylas sprayed the last of his release along the length of Lazriel’s shaft, making him release a sweet purring sound.
“Oh God,” Velra breathed.
Sylas chuckled and collapsed onto his back, stroking her hair and hooking his leg over Lazriel’s waist, gazing possessively at his cum marking them.
Although Lazriel was the most primal due to his nature, Sylas certainly possessed a similar mentality, albeit just not physiologically.
And as I dropped down amongst the three of them, I couldn’t deny that I was above it either.
Nor did I want to be.
This was where I wanted to remain.
With them.
Always.