Chapter 3 #4
Her eyes close immediately and she’s suddenly falling over the edge, her cunt fluttering around me, pulling me deeper into its depths, squeezing my cock so fucking perfectly that I can’t help but follow her into bliss.
I hold her hips hard and spill into her, my body spasming in the throes of pleasure while I distantly recall that I was trying not to find my release.
When I come back to myself, Bryn is still under me, looking sated, and yet afeared.
‘What’s happened to me?’ she asks.
I can’t explain properly, so I look to Morgan whose hands are still caressing her body gently, as if trying to calm her.
‘You’ll feel better soon, Bryn,’ he rumbles.
‘How do you know?’ she whispers.
‘I just do,’ he answers and then hushes her. ‘We won’t hurt you.’
She swallows hard and shifts under me. My softening cock slips from her and Morgan gives me a look.
‘I couldn’t help it,’ I say. ‘And anyway, in the cave she only needed to be fucked once before she felt better. It might be over.’
‘Perhaps.’
I hear a groan from the floor and my eyes narrow as I refasten my breeches and get off the bed.
Morgan, noticing Bryn’s eyes on the casement again, stays on the bed with her, drawing her into his lap.
‘You’re safe. But no fighting and no more biting, or I will bind your wrists to the bed and gag you, understand, my little human?’
She nods sulkily, even letting her head rest on Morgan’s chest while she closes her eyes.
On the floor, Locke turns over and groans again. ‘Jak? Is that you?’
‘Aye,’ I say coldly. ‘Morgan too.’
‘Thank the gods,’ he whispers, slowly sitting up against the side of the bed. ‘I was afraid?—’
I haul him up by his tunic.
‘You fucking cunt,’ I snarl in his face. ‘You?—’
But I can’t think of anything else to say, so I just ball up my fist and punch him hard in the stomach.
He doubles over and I strike his face with my knee, making him fall back to the floor.
I’d expected some excuses, or some begging, but he gives us none. He doesn’t fight back and he doesn’t use magick either. He’s silent as I hit him again and again. When I get tired, I pour a healing vial down his throat, and let him splutter and choke on it.
Morgan, who I see has had to tie Bryn’s wrists to the headboard because she’s been trying to run again, stands and picks Locke up. He watches him as he heals.
‘Cast a conjure around the room,’ he commands Locke. ‘We don’t want anyone to hear, do we?’
Locke gives a jerky nod and his fingers move at his side.
‘It’s done,’ he croaks.
Morgan wastes no time. He throws Locke against the wall now that he knows the guards won’t be called.
‘You won’t have had a beating like this before, mage,’ he snarls.
Locke nods again and Morgan hits him so hard across his cheek that his face snaps to the side and I fear Morgan has killed him, but then our former friend lets out a low moan.
On the bed Bryn whimpers, her body contorting as the need begins to come upon her again. It’s not over. As much as I’d love to watch Morgan, Bryn needs relief.
I climb onto the bed.
‘I won’t hurt you,’ I begin, but she’s already spreading her legs wide for me, her eyes begging for my help.
I’m not ready again yet, so I part her thighs wider and begin to lick her instead, my tongue laving and suckling, and thrusting into her. I taste her arousal and my own essence as well. I bring her to her release, two of my fingers fucking her until her cries cease and she quiets again.
Only then do I turn my attention back to Morgan and Locke.
The mage’s face is so bloody and swollen that if I didn’t know it was him, I wouldn’t recognize it. One of his arms is broken, the fingers half crushed.
I’ve missed quite the thrashing while I was seeing to our human.
I wish it didn’t have to be like this, but as I look at Bryn, seeing that fear back in her eyes now that she’s between waves of desire, I’m glad Morgan has beaten him so badly and I hope he doesn’t let the magickal fuck take a healing potion either, not until we leave on the morrow.
And only then because his mangled face will draw attention in the street.
Finally, Morgan seems to be finished and his rage sated for now. He lets go of Locke, letting him fall to the floor unconscious with a thump.
He turns to the bed, his eyes roving Bryn’s body. His eyes, hardened with battle lust only moments ago change quickly to a thirst of another kind. His eyes don’t leave Bryn once as he pours water from the jug into a bowl on the table, washing the blood from his hands and spattered face.
When he’s clean, he stalks toward the bed.
‘Move.’
I hesitate. ‘Are you sure you’re?—’
The malicious, violence-filled look he gives me has me doing as he says and Morgan takes my place.
He watches Bryn, not touching her yet, waiting for her, I realize.
When, a little while later, she mewls and her eyes find him, he leans over her, still not touching.
‘What do you want, my little human?’ he asks.
She swallows hard, but says nothing.
‘I’ll not touch you until you beg me,’ he states.
She shifts under him, but he moves away with a dark chuckle.
‘Please,’ she whispers.
‘Please, what?’
‘Please fuck me, master.’
His jaw tightens. ‘Morgan. My name is Morgan. Say it.’
‘Please fuck me, Morgan!’ she cries.
He wastes no time, pulling his breeches open and filling her with one hard thrust that makes her squeal as she’s pushed up the bed. He takes hold of her and pulls her back down toward him, driving into her hard and fast, making her cry out in pleasure and pain.
But she begs him for more, chanting it as she pants.
It’s no time at all before she crests and screams her release, but still Morgan doesn’t stop. He growls at her that he wants to feel her tighten around him again as he brings her legs up and hooks them over his shoulders, fucking her harder and deeper.
The sounds he draws from her make me hard again, but as she comes again and then falls back against the pillows in a faint while Mogan finishes with a bellow and a final thrust, I know that she won’t need us again this night.
I’m glad that it’s over and I don’t relish facing her when she wakes tomorrow, and yet I can’t wait for the next time she wants us.