Chapter 16
Basil
Spending the day with Iris was far more pleasant than I thought it would be. The subway was a marvel, and seeing her engaged with something she’s so passionate about was heartwarming. I loved being able to watch Iris in her element.
But as I watched, it reassured me of two things.
One, I could never ask her to leave all of this behind.
I would never want her even to consider shedding a part of herself that is so beautiful and pure.
And two, I love her. Iris was quite literally glowing in her shop, and aside from those daffodils, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
Not that she could take hers off of me either.
I would have had no problem helping her with the ache between those gorgeous legs of hers, but she was all business, which is probably for the best.
But we aren’t at her place of business anymore. And the pants that hug her generous ass need to come off. Now.
I slide up behind her as she stands at the kitchen counter, my hands running up the back of her thighs, over her plump ass that I squeeze before slipping around to the front and landing on the button of her pants.
“You smell divine,” I say into her soft flesh as I kiss my way up her neck.
Her head tilts back, resting on my shoulder.
She moans as my hand undoes the button and fly and brushes over her soft belly and down her sensitive skin.
My finger slips between her slick lips. “Look at you. Already so wet for me.”
“All day,” she whispers. “I’ve been like this all day.”
“So naughty. Have you been thinking of how my cocks fill you all day? How it feels to be wrapped around them, pulsing as you come all over them?”
“Yes,” she gasps, my finger sliding into her wet cunt.
“And you wouldn’t let me help you?”
“Had. To. Focus.” Her words come in between gasps as I pump my fingers into her, prepping her for what’s to come.
“So naughty. Do you think you should be punished?”
“Please. I deserve it.”
Removing my hand from her pussy, her head snaps up. “What—” she starts to say in protest. “Take your pants off,” I demand.
She pushes them down, followed by her underwear, and steps out of them. Standing before me, half-naked and wholly beautiful.
“Perfection.” I stare at her, letting my eyes rake over her skin, noting how she doesn’t balk from my gaze. Instead, she returns it, looking at me over her shoulder, letting her eyes linger on the bulge in my sweatpants.
“Bend over.”
Iris places her palms on the counter, stepping her feet back and sticking her ass out toward me.
“Good girl,” I praise, before pulling my hand back and smacking that glorious ass of hers.
SMACK!
She jolts forward. Turns her head, looking back at me with a challenge in her eyes. Fuck yes.
SMACK!
She moans out. “Yes, Basil.”
Growling, I smack it again, watching her skin redden. It’s fucking hot as hell, and how she eggs me on? Goddess, save me.
I move behind her, kicking her feet apart to give me more room. I drop my sweats and kick my feet out of them before lining my top cock with her soaking cunt and push into her.
Slowly.
Intentionally.
Deliciously.
I soak up every sensation, every pull and pulse of her pussy. I memorize how she feels wrapped around me and the little noises she makes as I slide into home.
Pulling back, I wrap her flowing hair around my fist, bringing her head back as my other hand grips her hip, and I thrust back into her. She’s too good. Too hot. Too perfect.
I grunt as I pump into her again and again. I’m so fucking close, but I can’t finish until after she does. I need her screaming my name from the rafters.
“Harder,” she demands.
“As you wish, petal.”
Picking up intensity, I release her hair and grip her hips with both hands, thrusting into that perfect cunt of hers.
“Come for me, Iris.”
She slides a hand between her legs, flicks her clit a few times, and crashes over the edge, grabbing my cock in a death grip with that cunt of hers. Another pump later, and I am following right after her, filling that pussy with my cum.
“So. Perfect.” I lean over, kissing her neck. As I withdraw, my deposit begins to drip down her leg. I lean over, scoop it with my fingers, and stuff it back into her pussy. “Can’t have that dripping out now, can we?”
“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot,” Iris says, her breath still ragged and her brow glistening. “Wait, how do you procreate?”
I palm my top cock, stroking it lightly as it begins to harden again. Knowing that my cum is inside her, and that she finds that I stuffed it back in as erotic as I do, has me raring to go again in no time. Refractory period, who?
“The same way as you, I assume. Feeding on souls, watching them fight in the pits of Hell, and the winners emerge as new Boogeymen.”
Iris’s eyes spring open wide, her mouth agape as she tries to find a response. After a moment, I laugh. “I’m kidding. Well, somewhat. That’s how we grow new Boogeymen. But to procreate and create our own children, we do the same as you.” I run a finger down her cheek. “Fuck.”
“And what about cross…” her words trail off as she searches for the right word, “species? Beings? I don’t know. Anyway, how does it work with someone like you and someone like me?”
Grabbing the back of her head, I pull her into a rough kiss.
Tasting her sweetness dance across my tongue.
Pillaging her for all that I can. When I finally break away, I respond, “It’s possible, but more rare.
It’s harder for our type to survive in the womb, but not completely impossible.
Why? Are you trying to tell me you want to have my children, Iris? ”
Pink flushes up her neck, turning the apples of her cheeks rosy.
It’s endearing and churns something deep inside me.
I’ve never considered having children. Always preferring to be on my own.
But Iris? Oh, she has changed everything about me and my stubborn ways.
And now that that thought is nestled in my brain, I can’t say it’s one I want to get rid of.
The idea of a little version of us moving about the world seems to heal a part of me I didn’t know needed healing.
It comforts me, knowing that part of her would be able to carry on after we are long gone.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” she asks.
I lift her onto the counter and crash my lips to hers, holding her face in my hands, caressing her cheeks with my thumbs.
Iris wraps her legs around me, and I slide both my cocks into her pussy, filling her with the love that she fills me with.
“Absolutely not. I could ask for no better gift than to share a child with you.”
She moans as her cunt stretches to the new addition, swiveling her hips to help adjust the angle and make room. “Yes,” she growls.
“Do you want that, Iris? Do you want me to fill you up with my child?”
“Yes. Basil.”
I seat my cocks inside her, relishing the way her tight cunt clenches around them. “You were made for me, Iris.” I withdraw and thrust back in. “You are mine.”
“Yes.”
I thrust again. “Forever.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
“Take what you want. It’s all for you.” I kiss her. “I love you, Iris.”
“I love you, too.”
And those four words unleash the beast within. I slam into her, filling her with everything I have, bringing her to the edge again and again.