63. Claiming Happy Ever After #3
“Will you come for me, Kitten?” Silas bites my lips and I nod frantically, pushing down on his cock, meeting every thrust. I clutch Baz to my chest and he keeps sucking my nipples until they throb and tingle.
Silas grunts and pounds faster. “I’m going to make your sweet pussy throb. Say you want it.”
“Yes! I want it!” I sob and he winds his ankle around my calf, spreading my legs. His hand lifts up in the air and he slaps my clit, hard, making me see stars.
A scream erupts from my throat and he lands a series of swift slaps––keeping my legs spread open––as my pussy throbs with pleasure bordering on sweet pain.
I gush hard, drenching the sheets, as he comes with a shout.
Floating on a cloud of pure bliss I feel Silas kiss my shoulder, while breathing harshly.
Baz is brushing his knuckles soothingly against my quivering stomach as Silas slides out, and my ass twinges slightly.
Undiluted power thrums below my skin, my succubus senses humming with glee and soon my body recovers.
I stretch lazily, my horns and tail making an appearance. My anchors draw a collective breath and edge closer, helpless against my allure. Even after all these years, I know they still remain mesmerized.
The tattoo on my back gleams, making the tethers glow brighter as I mount Baz.
He looks at me with intense silvery, making me preen.
I crook my talon at Alistair and he walks up to me as if in a daze.
Draping my arms around his neck, I kiss him slowly, sucking the tip of his tongue between my lips.
He pulls me against his chest, my sensitive breasts rubbing against his hair-roughened chest. He strokes up and down my back, winding my tail around his fist as Baz kneads my ass. I slide my slick pussy over his cocks and he pulls apart my ass cheeks making cum leak out.
Alistair pulls away, and I moan in protest, but he lifts my tail to his bow-shaped lips, then brushes the smooth surface with a soft kiss.
But I think I come a little when he flicks his tongue against the triangular tip. With a gasp, I yank him closer by his hair, tangling my tongue with his. He tastes sweet. Like my favourite berry. He moans deeply and plucks at my nipples, setting my core aflutter.
“Don’t neglect me, Starling.” Baz grumbles and I grab Alistair’s long cock, pulling him behind me. Then, leaning over Baz, I bite the notch in his throat, “Aww…my poor dragon.”
I slide onto one of his cocks as Alistair enters me from behind at the same time.
Baz pumps his hips up sharply and I let out a throaty moan, eyeing Azael, who is stroking his hard length languidly. His glittering eyes focused only on me.
I lift my arms and link them behind Alistair's neck and arch my back. It makes my tits thrust out and jiggle every time Baz and Alistair slide into me.
“Such perfect tits. So perky.” Alistair caresses them gently at first, then fondles them rhythmically, and I grow wetter.
Azael’s heated gaze slowly glides over my body like the lick of a flame as Baz rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb.
Suddenly, my mouth feels lonely, and I’m desperate for a taste of Azael.
Silas, Archie, Zien and Rinn watch us with hungry gazes, but wait patiently knowing the night is still young.
Licking my lips, I try to fit in both of Baz’s cocks inside my pussy as his fingers dig into my hips.
“Starling, you don’t have to.” He chokes out, but I tell him, “I want to, Baz.” Certain that I can handle more than two cocks at a time.
“Don’t deny her, Bazrosh.” Azael adds in a smoky voice and I smirk as he watches me keenly.
It’s a tight fit but Baz manages to push himself fully inside. I shudder at the stretch and Alistair flicks my tight nipples, adding a delicious sting to the mix. My head falls back on his shoulder with a loud moan.
Both he and Baz still for a few moments as I try adjusting to the delicious fullness. Alistair gently nudges my lips and pushes two of his fingers inside my mouth. “Lick them, Delight.”
I do as I’m told and moan when he rubs my tongue sending shivers down my body.
He withdraws them slowly and chuckles when I bite playfully. I’m still feeling stretched beyond limit, when he coos in my ear, “Shh, you can take us. You’re made for us.”
Then, taking me by surprise, he strums those slick fingers against my clit, up and down. Violent lust swirls inside my body, dissipating any remaining discomfort.
“Perfect Starling,” Baz praises while rubbing my thighs soothingly.
The entire experience contrasts so sharply with the last Veilmoon that my eyes turn misty with relief. Once again, a sense of safety and the feeling of being deeply cherished envelops my heart.
Azael takes a step closer holding my gaze and I know my eyes are ablaze with soulfire.
“So good, Delight!” Alistair breathes into the side of my neck and Baz groans long and low, grinding his hips up.
Sliding up and down, I smile invitingly at Azael. When he still hesitates, my tail snaps out and winds around his neck, pulling him closer.
A feral smile takes over his face and he gets on the bed, slamming his mouth against mine in a fiery kiss.
“Fuck, yes! Strangle my cocks, Starling!” Baz’s back arches as I increase my pace, clutching at both Azael and Alistair.
Soon he’s spurting hotly inside me while flicking my clit roughly. I whimper into Azael’s mouth as he chokes me lightly, and I shatter abruptly.
“Fucking take it!” Baz shouts and lust hits me hard like a punch. Feeling a little feral myself, I rake my claws lightly over Baz’s sweaty chest. He grins like a savage, “Mark me deeper, Starling. I’m all yours.”
With a final heavy thrust, he slides out one inch at a time and kisses my stomach. “Will you give me another dragonling, baby?” He licks my navel with his forked tongue and pushes the cum rolling down my thighs back inside.
Chuckling, I sag against Alistair. “The cave-dweller side of you is peeking through, Baz.”
My ass sits snug against Alistair's groin. He slowly swivels his hips while sitting back on his heels.
Smirking, Baz takes his cum-laced fingers and smears it on my lips.
Dutifully licking my lips, I hum at his taste and nip his finger, which makes him laugh.