Chapter 8
Eight
Arthur
Drool pools in my mouth as I watch Bree easily seduce Bennett. Not that she had to do much, given how primed we are. It’s time to mate, my brain repeats as I watch her climb onto the bed in her skimpy leather clothes.
We have two and a half uninterrupted hours with her and her video camera, and I don’t want to waste a second of it. Still, we have to wait and watch as Bree becomes Sienna, flipping her hair over one shoulder while she talks to her viewers.
“Rick is back tonight, as promised,” she says, smiling. “And not only Rick. We’ve also got…” She stumbles for a moment, glancing sideways at us because we never discussed a pseudonym for Bennett, either. “Uh, Todd. Rick and Todd will both be joining me.”
Bennett frowns. I shrug. Bree glances at the computer screen, and this time she giggles.
“Yep, that’s right. There will definitely be butt stuff tonight, so get your lotion and tissues ready.”
She reaches into a table by the side of the bed and pulls out an extra-large bottle of lube. Then she shows it off for the camera with another winning grin before setting it aside.
“Rick?” she calls out to me. Obediently I head toward the bed and climb onto it with her, so my face is visible. I see us reflected on her computer screen next to the chat window. “He’s decided to show his face today, so if you recognize him on the street, no you didn’t.”
The computer screen fills up with laughing emojis.
Then she turns to me, those green eyes twinkling with amusement, and gestures for me to come closer. Boldly, I grab her tits, and she leans into my touch.
“Rick likes to get to the point,” she says, winking at me. “Usually I do a little striptease, but I think my guest wants to hurry this up.”
She’s not wrong about that. I have plans for her this time. It might be her stream, but I have base impulses needing fulfillment. And one of those impulses is shoving my face into her pussy.
Leaving her studded collar on, Bree unclips her leather harness and slides it off, revealing her big breasts.
Fuck, they’re pretty, lush and round and topped with pink nipples, like cherries on top of ice cream.
Before she can finish undressing, I lean down and scoop one up into my mouth, sucking on it greedily. Bree lets out a surprised gasp.
“Oh, I see,” she says, her back arching as I pull on it with my lips. “You’re a tits guy?”
“I’m an everything guy.” I switch to her other breast, nursing her nipple while playing with the first one in my hand. I love how full it is, and that makes me even more obsessed with putting a fawn in her. She’d feed it well, I know.
The feral need inside me is growing bigger, and so I push her down onto the bed, which earns a shocked squeak from Bree. Now I’m attacking her breasts, licking and sucking and pulling, nibbling at them as she gasps and even moans. I think she likes it. I hope she does.
But this isn’t all I want to do. Once her nipples are well-loved, I drag my lips down her sternum to her plump belly. I grab a fistful of it and groan, because my cock is already weeping profusely at the thought of breeding this woman.
“I want these off,” I tell her, snatching the band of her sexy underwear. Bree’s focused only on me now, and she nods eagerly as I pull them down, over her thick thighs and off her feet. Those feet are so small and human, but I resist the urge to lick them.
She really has unlocked some odd instincts in me.
Now that her underwear is gone, I slide a hand between her thighs. Bree gets the message and spreads them in front of the camera, leaning back on a pillow.
I glance at Bennett, who’s been patiently standing nearby. He’s stroking himself as he watches, but he hasn’t said a word yet. Shit, he knows how to give a woman head much better than I do. I should have asked for some coaching first.
“Clit,” he whispers to me. So I dive in, sweeping over Bree’s small bud with my tongue.
She instantly reacts, the muscles of her thighs tightening as I do it.
I repeat the gesture a few times, getting a feel for her and what she might like.
When she’s gasping, I try another tactic of flicking it back and forth, and her hips buck.
“That’s so good,” she moans, her hands finding my horns and gripping them like handlebars.
Spurred on by her pleasure, I keep going, experimenting with techniques to see what gets me the biggest response. And Bree is definitely enjoying it, but I fear I’m missing something still.
Bennett waves a hand at me, then bends his fingers until only two remain. Two fingers? What the fuck does that mean? When I don’t get the message, he forms a circle with his other hand and gestures putting the two fingers inside it.
Ohhh.
With an affirmative nod, I return to my endeavor, tantalizing Bree with my tongue while I investigate lower.
Between the lips of her pussy, I find her wet and warm, which pleases me immensely.
I lick her harder as I push the tip of one finger through, looking for her opening.
It’s small, but I know I fit there, so I wiggle it around until it finally slips inside her.
Bree’s head falls back on the pillow. “Oh, yes, Rick,” she mutters, grabbing her own tits. “That’s great.”
I like that she tells me what she enjoys, but I suppose it’s also for the audience. Still, I wade deeper with my finger, exploring that unique inner texture. Damn, no wonder this felt so good around my cock.
Then I insert the second one, and Bree cries out.
“Fuck yes.” She pushes her hips into my face as she pulls even harder on my horns.
I’m really going to town on her clit now, applying even more pressure while I stroke in and out of her with my hand.
I can feel her tightening, giving and yet squeezing, and I can’t wait until she’s doing that around me.
“Rick,” she manages between moans, “please, I want you to fuck me, please—”
“No,” I grunt back, licking faster, plunging my fingers inside her and seeking that same spot I found when I had sex with her at DreamTogether. I know it’s in there.
Suddenly, she goes stiff as a rod, and I know I’ve found it. I curl my fingers and stroke in that spot while I ravage her clit, and it’s only a few moments before her pussy seizes up around me and a cry bursts out of her. Liquid leaks down my hand, and I slow my tongue to dart down and lick it up.
It’s like the taste of her spend goes straight to my dick. I sit up abruptly while Bree lies beneath me, panting and sweating. She lifts her head and smiles at the camera.
“Didn’t expect such a good eater,” she says, and laughing emojis billow up on the computer screen.
I’m not interested in games anymore, though. I place myself between her knees, and she glances at me with surprise.
“Like this?” she asks.
“I want to look at you,” I say, wrapping my hand around my cock as her thighs hook over my hips. The smile fades from her face and her eyes widen as I position myself right between the swollen folds of her pussy, then push through.
Bree moans as I slide in most of the way on my first thrust. I’m much too eager, I know, but I can’t help myself.
I’ve needed this all week. And boy, the sheer bliss of being inside her is worth waiting for.
She’s soaking my cock and it skates easily on her slick as I pull back out, then glide into her again, deeper this time.
My eyes roll back in my head as I find my seat way down inside her, as if she were molded to fit me.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, repeating the motion, sinking as far in as I can go. “Absolutely perfect.”
The animal in me rises to the surface, ready to put a fawn in her. I yank back again, then plunge in, soaking her up as pleasure ricochets through every nerve ending in my body. My balls are already tightening, and it won’t take much to come.
Shit. I can’t go off too soon. But then my gaze travels up to where Bennett is watching us, and I remember her directions: he goes after me, then both of us together. I’ll have another chance if I don’t make it.
I slow my pace, trying to regain control of myself.
“I’m going to breed you again,” I grunt, watching with pleasure as Bree’s green eyes widen. “Going to stuff you full of my cum until my fawn is growing in your belly.”
“Breed me.”
I’ve almost come to a stop to get my breath back, but then she hooks her legs around my hips and pulls me back inside her. I grip the bed, a groan falling from my lips as my orgasm starts to roar through me. Man, my self-control has been garbage lately.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to her as I reel back and then bury myself in her, already expelling everything. I grunt as more cum streams out of me, and I try to keep thrusting, but I’m too sensitive, too overwhelmed. Unable to keep moving, I come to a halt on top of her, panting.
Bree grins at me, sitting up on her pillow so she can reach me better. Then she strokes my long ear.
“Thank you, Rick,” she says, kissing me on the nose. “That was wonderful.”
I slide my cock free of her, and a good amount of thick, white fluid spills out with it. Her slit is now wide and open, leaking with me in the most deliciously lewd way possible.
The bed shifts as Bennett climbs onto it. He’s not looking at me at all, but directly at Bree, his pink cock on high alert.
“Ready to get bred again?” he asks. His little tail flicks as she beckons him closer with a finger, and he creeps toward her.
“Yeah.” Bree lowers her fingers to her cunt and spreads it open for him. “You know what to do.”
After cleaning myself up with a tissue, I sit on the chair nearby, ready for the show.