Chapter 18 Lucian
Lucian
I'm standing here, my ears turned up to eleven, biting my knuckle to muffle the sounds of my excitement.
I reach for the door handle with trembling fingers, turning the knob with the stealth of a ninja on Xanax.
I crack the door open just a sliver, just enough to get a tantalizing glimpse of the sapphic shenanigans going down on the other side.
And holy mother of fuck, what a view it is.
Sable, spread out like a goddamn buffet of creamy skin and wanton desire.
Her legs are parted like the Red Sea, inviting Emily to dive in and taste the forbidden fruit.
And Emily, oh Emily, she's knelt between those silky thighs like a supplicant at the altar of pussy.
Her tongue is doing things that would make even the most seasoned porn star blush. She laps and swirls and flicks like she's trying to win a fucking gold medal in clit licking. And Sable, sweet, innocent Sable, she's coming undone like a spool of thread, all breathy moans and desperate whimpers.
"Come for me, little witch," Emily purrs, her voice heavy with seduction. "Give it to me, baby."
And just like that, my cock is harder than a fucking diamond, straining against the confines of my jeans like it's trying to break free and join the party. I'm so turned on it's almost painful, my balls aching with the need for release.
I watch, transfixed, as Emily plunges two fingers deep into Sable's slick heat, pumping them in and out like a piston in a sex machine. Her mouth never leaves Sable's clit, sucking and teasing and driving her to the brink of insanity.
"Yes, yes, oh…fuck!" Sable cries out, her voice sharp and desperate, like a sinner begging for salvation.
"Yeah, you like that, my dirty little witch?" Emily growls, her words muffled by the press of Sable's pussy against her lips. "You like getting finger-fucked, don't you?"
I can't help it. My hand drifts down to my crotch, rubbing the aching bulge of my cock through my jeans. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my hips rocking forward of their own accord, seeking friction, seeking relief.
And then Sable is coming, her body convulsing like she's being electrocuted by pleasure. Her cries fill the room, a symphony of ecstasy that makes my balls tighten and my cock throb. I'm so fucking close, just from watching, just from imagining.
But it's not over yet. Oh no, not by a long shot.
It's Sable's turn to take control, flipping Emily onto her back and descending on her like a starving woman at a feast. She takes Emily's nipple into her mouth, sucking and biting and teasing until Emily is writhing beneath her, a slave to her own desire.
When did I unzip my pants?
Standing there, cock in my hand, jerking it—I bite my lip to silence any sound that might escape as my breaths quicken.
"My turn to make you scream," Sable whispers, her fingers finding Emily's clit and rubbing in slow, torturous circles. "I'm gonna make you squirt all over this room."
Holy mother of all that is sinful and depraved!
I let out an involuntary moan as I continue to stroke my.
.. ego. Yeah, let's go with ego. Suddenly, the joyous sounds of lesbian love-making come to a screeching halt, replaced by the unmistakable sound of a very pissed-off witch realizing they have an uninvited audience.
Fuck me sideways with a silver dildo. I've really stepped in it this time.
Before I can even think about tucking Little Lucian back into his coffin, the door flies open with enough force to blow Emily's hair back like she's in a goddamn shampoo commercial. And let me tell you, if looks could kill, I'd be deader than disco.
"What the actual fuck, Lucian?!" Emily screeches, her voice hitting a pitch that could shatter glass and my fragile masculinity in one fell swoop.
I freeze, my hand still wrapped around my cock, my face a mask of guilt and terror. I try to stammer out an excuse, but my brain has short-circuited, fried by the sheer magnitude of my horniness and the depth of my shame.
"I, uh... I heard noises, and I thought maybe you were, uh..."
Emily's hands are on her hips, her nipples hard and glistening with Sable's saliva. "You thought we were what, exactly? Having a tea party? Playing patty-cake? Please, do enlighten us, you perverted little shit."
Oh shit, I'm so fucked. I'm about to have my balls hexed off by a pissed-off lesbian witch, and I can't even bring myself to care because, hot damn, that was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed.
Alright, brain, time to unfuck yourself. I somehow manage to stuff my cock back into my pants, like shoving Play-Doh into a tiny container. There we go—crisis averted.
But then Sable, ever the voice of reason, tries to intervene. "Emily, let's just take a deep breath and relax, okay? There's no harm…"
Emily surprises us both. She takes a deep, calming breath, her perfect breasts rising and falling with the motion, her face softening as curiosity takes over. I'm frozen, unsure of what's about to happen next, but damn, I'm intrigued.
"Emily, my love, what do you say we invite him to join our little party?" Sable's eyes sparkle with mischief and my brain misfires.
Oh, FUCK...hell yes. Yes, please.
And just like that, dick reinflated.
Emily lets go of the door and saunters to the bed—clearly an invitation.
It looks like all that stress and bullshit we've been through has led to the promise of a witch threesome.
Sable grins, her eyes locking with mine. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be with a vampire. What do you say, Lucian? Care to join us? We promise not to bite... much."
Sweet baby Jesus, that's it. Sign me up. I silently thank every god and deity I can think of as I step into the room, my cock throbbing for release.
When was the last time I got laid? Fuck if I know.
I'm nervous as hell, but I try to channel my inner badass.
"Come to the bed, big boy." Sable purrs, her voice like velvet.
Big boy? Fuck yes, I'm your big boy.
My feet move of their own accord, and I find myself standing at the foot of the bed, my anxiety and excitement going through the roof.
Sable doesn't waste a second. She pounces on me like a sexy cougar, her hands already working my pants down. With a swift tug, she yanks, and my cock springs free like a jack-in-the-box. It bounces off my abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake.
"Mmm, just as I thought. Big boy, indeed." Sable wraps her hand around my length, giving me a few strokes, and damn, her hand feels good. I'm not small, and I'm very proud of Little Lucian.
Sable takes me into her mouth without warning, and it's like I've died and gone to heaven. "Oh, fuck me sideways and call me a believer. That feels in-fucking-credible," I groan, my head falling back in sheer bliss, my eyes rolling back so far I can almost see my brain.
Emily slides up behind Sable, hands on her hips. "Get on your knees, baby. I want to eat your sweet pussy while you suck his cock."
I watch as Sable gets on her knees, mouth still wrapped around me, Emily kneeling behind her, sucking her clit, and eating her ass like it's her favorite meal.
Is this real life?
Someone pinch me because I must be dreaming. Or dead. Or both.
Sable moans around my cock, the vibrations nearly sending me over the edge.
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.
I close my eyes, focusing on not blowing my load too soon. Must... resist... the urge... to paint... her face... like a Jackson Pollock masterpiece...
"Make me choke, Lucian," Sable purrs, sweet eyes looking up at me.
I grin wickedly. Oh, she wants to play rough? I can do rough. I grab her bubblegum pink hair, gripping tight as I thrust my cock deep into her throat, making her gag like a freshman at a frat party.
I pull back, "Shit, sorry. You okay?"
Sable, the badass bitch, just wants more "No, I like it—do it again. Don't be shy."
I grin and pull her hair, guiding her head back onto my cock, and thrust hard into her throat, picking up a steady, relentless rhythm. Fuck yes, I'll do it again. And again. And again. I can feel her throat clenching around me like a vise grip, and it takes everything in me not to lose it.
Emily reaches for something on the bedside table and straps on a massive dildo, thick and veiny, like something out of a bad dragon fever dream.
"Jesus, Christ! Are you, for real, gonna…that behemoth….in there?" My voice cracks like a teenage boy's, unable to form a cohesive sentence.
I've seen some impressive equipment in my day (I think), but this? This is like the Godzilla of dongs, the Moby Dick of... well, you know. Someone better call Guinness World Records 'cause we're about to witness a miracle of human anatomy right here!
Sable, the cock-sucking goddess, moans in response, eyes rolling back in her head "Mmm-hmm," is all she says, and damn, the sight of her taking me in, eyes glazed over with lust has me ready to blow like a goddamn geyser.
Emily positions herself behind Sable, taking a moment to admire the view. "Ohhh, such a pretty little pussy, all ready to take my fat dick," Emily purrs.
Sable moans, throat vibrating around my cock like a damn Xbox controller. Emily starts to move, slipping the monster cock inside Sable, her hips snapping as she fucks with long, deep strokes like she's trying to rearrange her internal organs.
"More, baby, give me more!" Sable cries out, body arching back like a bowstring.
Emily's hands grip Sable's hips tight enough to leave bruises. Then, she looks at me, a devilish glint in her eye that makes my balls want to retreat into my body. "Lucian, why the hell are you not spit-roasting this filthy little witch like the pig she is?"
Those words are my undoing. I grab Sable's hair with both hands and thrust my cock deep into her warm, wet mouth.
Hearing those words is like a switch being flipped in my brain.
I'm no longer concerned about her comfort or well-being.
She wants it rough, and I'm going to give it to her like the fucking animal I am.