Chapter 6 #2
“So fucking wet,” Dav groaned, licking his lips. His brow narrowed in concentration, fingers dancing under the fabric until whatever he did had her letting out a high-pitched cry. “That’s what you meant, wasn’t it?”
“Shit, Dav, don’t stop.”
Laz agreed. No stopping. He wanted to hear that cry again. A dozen times. He wanted to imprint it in his brain and replay it every time he used his hand for relief. Which, coincidentally, he found himself trying to do through his pants as he watched his best friend touch her.
The gray demon smirked, other hand sliding up between her breasts to pull her back to his front. “Are you questioning me?”
Rosalind shook her head furiously, then remembered words held the power. “No.”
“That’s what I thought.” Dav nodded to Laz. “Shorts. Now. Let’s see that pretty cunt.”
Lazerath was quick to curl his fingers into the waist of her shorts, tugging them down easily since there wasn’t a tail to get in the way.
Warm, golden-brown skin curved over lush hips, and his hands ached to take a handful of her and leave an impression in her flesh. But what he really wanted was slowly being revealed by Dav’s hand.
The demon’s middle fingers slid out from between her legs, tips glistening as he spread her for Laz to see.
“This is our little human’s weakness,” Dav purred, then demonstrated by pinching the little nub between his fingers. Rosalind jerked in his grip, still held firm so she couldn’t escape. With a hungry smile, Dav spread her again. “What are you waiting for?”
There was no hesitation as Lazerath widened his stance and crashed his mouth into her heat. He groaned at the first taste and then enjoyed his own teasing of that little nub, learning her reactions to every nip and suck and lick that drove her hips into his face.
Distantly, he was aware of a new rhythm that joined before it matched his pace. Dav, grinding against her back and making it easier for Laz’s tongue to sink into Rosalind’s center.
Her sounds were like music, moans and cries and panting breaths as he brought her higher and higher. And the moment he felt her flutter against his tongue, Laz dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and took control, holding her to his mouth until she was screaming his name.
He drank everything from her, groaning as her taste flooded his senses and nearly destroyed his restraint just from the friction of his pants.
At the slightest push of her palm against him, he released her, looking up to her heavy-lidded eyes as she panted and sagged against Davarox.
“Beautiful,” Laz breathed, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You taste so good.”
Dav’s hand slid back around her hips, dipping between her legs and eliciting a weak whimper from Rosalind as he swiped her release onto his fingers.
The sight of him putting those fingers to his tongue was almost more obscene than Laz drinking from the source, watching Dav’s eyes squeeze shut as he groaned.
Dav nuzzled back into her neck, soothing his hand over her lower belly. “I think you can make more for us. If that’s what you scream with a tongue, what sounds will you make with Laz’s cock buried in this dripping cunt?” Dav looked to him and ordered, “Bed. On your back. Rosalind is on top.”
Lazerath had never stripped his pants so fast, ignoring the seam ripping as he freed his tail before falling to the bed. Anticipation tingled down his spine to the tip of his tail.
Davarox outside of a threesome was bossy, but there was something about his command in these situations that gave Laz an extra rush. A desire to impress and satisfy.
His friend stood at the edge of the bed, arms cradling Rosalind. His attention was fixed on the back of her neck, sucking the little bones of her spine. But Rosalind…
Her eyes were a touch glassy, but they were wholly dark and focused on Laz, on his cock, licking her lips. A small flicker of intimidation on her features as she studied him.
“You still okay, beautiful?” Laz asked, hand stroking himself just to relieve a touch of the painful hardness he’d been sporting for too long. His palm slicked over the nubs along his shaft, already preparing for what he knew would be a tight fit with her smaller human frame.
“Yeah, yes.” She squeaked as Dav’s teeth bit down on her neck, yelping out the truth. “Big.”
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he purred, licking over the place where his teeth had latched onto her skin. “Maybe I should punish you for doubting yourself.”
Rosalind shivered, and Laz grinned as her nipples hardened. “I don’t think that’s a threat to her.”
“It definitely isn’t.”
“You might have to put that mouth to use if it’s only going to lie.”
Another shiver rolled through her body, and Dav took hold of her chin to twist her gaze to his. “You want that, don’t you? Choking on my cock so you can’t argue when he fills you with every inch of his?”
Her eyes widened right before Dav used his grip to crush his lips to hers. Laz groaned as he fisted himself, watching their clash of tongues and teeth. Preparing as his best friend used that distraction to push her closer to the bed.
When she was close enough, he sat up, wrapping his hand around her upper arm to pull her down to him. He swallowed her gasp of surprise, tongue slipping past her lips so he could steal her taste again.
Her skin was so fucking soft as she rested atop him, following with ease as he laid back on the bed. Her heat ran up his thigh, legs spreading around his hips until she was dragging her wetness across his length.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, hips pressing down and rubbing herself over the tip of his cock.
Gods, he wanted more, but he needed to be tasting her, needed to last longer than five fucking seconds after the first feel when he wasn’t even inside her yet. Not like his hands were helping when he had her breasts squeezed in his grip again.
She really did have perfect fucking tits. Maybe he could fuck those too.
The bed shifted as Dav joined them, the soft fin of his tail pressing against her chest to separate them. “Up here, baby.”
Rosalind sat up and twisted her upper body, Laz’s hands going to her hips to keep her steady, and then her eyes were widening again as Dav’s cock hovered in her view.
Despite his lack of color, Davarox still had a few traits from what could have been. His hair, a rich blue that grew so quickly he was constantly having to cut it. The flared fins at the tip of his tail that would have aided him with his water magic, if they’d developed.
Then there was his cock, and he knew exactly what Rosalind was staring at.
The soft ridge at the top, sides, and underneath that differed so much from Lazerath’s nubbed shaft despite serving a similar purpose when it came to demon intercourse.
The ones that, with the slightest flex, would flare and flutter to assist in pleasuring a partner.
Dav stretched those fins now, just enough to display what they were before flattening them again and gripping himself. “Open up, Rosalind. You wanted that distraction, didn’t you?”
Lazerath died.
He was dead.
That was the only way he could describe the experience of watching Rosalind look up at Dav through her lashes. Open her mouth. Flatten her tongue as he tapped the tip of his length against it.
And then he died again as he watched Davarox’s cock disappear beyond her cheeks, slipping halfway into her mouth before he retreated again. Tested the depth. A back and forth as he found a way to slip just a little bit more inside.
“Fuck,” Dav grunted out, free hand going to the top of her head so he could grip her hair. “Tap if it’s too much.” Then his eyes flashed to Laz and morphed into a glare. “Is there a reason you’re not fucking her?”
Laz reoriented himself, slipping the tip of his cock inside her heat and groaning. “Oh, like everything you’re doing right now isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life. Excuse me for enjoying the view a bit.”
“Enjoy the fucking feel before I do it myself. Rosalind needs to be screaming around my cock—fuck!”
For as much as Laz and Dav had a rhythm, it was poetic that at the same time Laz drove up, Rosalind stretched forward and took Davarox’s cock to the back of her throat and choked.
“Fuck, fuck,” Laz groaned, his curses drowned out by Dav’s.
Rosalind’s heat was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, walls clenching tight as he gripped her hips and began a slow pace, inching deeper with each thrust. Letting her adjust until he was fully seated.
Davarox had recovered, fingers tangled in her hair as he took control again. Never too long, but enough for tears to roll down Rosalind’s cheeks as she moaned around his length.
“What a little liar,” Dav murmured, holding himself to her throat before retreating, letting her gasp for air. “You thought you couldn’t take him, but listen to that slick sound as he fucks you all the way to the hilt.”
Lazerath’s grip tightened over her hips, pulling her down to him and rolling her around so that nub of pleasure ground against him. “Gripping me so tight, beautiful. Like you don’t want me to leave. Are you going to come on my cock?”
Rosalind whimpered, swallowing Dav’s cock before he pulled out completely, saliva dripping down her chin. “Please, I’m close.”
Davarox smiled, holding the base of his cock. “You know how to get what you want, baby.”
She nodded, mouth falling open again as she leaned forward and took his length without question.
And the moment she did, Lazerath unleashed himself.
He drove into her, groaning as her walls squeezed and slid along his sensitized nubs.
He’d dream of this moment for the rest of his life, hear these sounds in fantasies where she moaned and cried, the noise muffled by how thoroughly she took Dav as well as she took him.
It was pure fucking bliss when she came, the same fluttering of her walls that he felt on his tongue earlier, pulsing and gripping him so tight he nearly gave in to the desire to thrust a few more times and spill inside her.
But he fought it. Left himself entirely still as she ground down and took what she needed while Dav continued to praise how her throat vibrated so prettily around his cock.
The moment she sagged, Dav yanked himself out. Stared at her as she caught her breath. Studied her face with awe.
Then he smirked, and Laz knew exactly what he had in mind before he moved. With hands and tail, Davarox had her lifted and dragged down the bed, her face settling between Laz’s legs as her ass was pulled into the air.
“One more, baby. Swallow him down and let me feel you come before I’m done.”
There was a hint of exhaustion on her face, but Rosalind didn’t act like it. Without question, her wet mouth wrapped around the tip of Laz’s dick.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, then had to stop himself from bucking when her whole body lurched forward as Davarox plunged into her. Laz’s length tapped the back of her throat and he tossed his head back. “Oh, fuck.”
Rosalind wasn’t just the sweet, overthinking human who needed lists and anxious fidgeting. She was a fucking menace, her tongue swirling and tasting every inch of him as she found a matching pattern with Davarox’s thrusts.
“I’m going to come, beautiful,” Laz groaned.
“Already?” Dav grunted without any malice.
As if that fucker was any better. With just a quick look, Laz knew the bastard was just as close.
“I can feel you too, baby,” Dav panted, hips slapping against her ass. “Swallow every fucking drop he gives you, and then you’re mine.”
That was all Lazerath could handle. The mix of Dav’s demand and Rosalind sucking with the next thrust had release barreling through him. He jerked, crying out as he spurted down her throat, whole body trembling with the shattering orgasm.
He didn’t even care about the brief moment of cold when Rosalind popped off of his cock, not when she immediately fell atop him and he kissed every last sound she made as she came around Dav’s length.
Held her as Davarox pulled out and finished across her back while she panted and whimpered and went limp in his arms.
Laz was still murmuring praise while his friend left and came back with a warm cloth, cleaning her and pressing just as many kisses across her shoulders and spine before draping a blanket over the three of them.
It was nice. So fucking nice to just lay there, tangled and naked with his tail twisting alongside Dav’s as they soothed her.
“You okay, beautiful?” Lazerath hummed into her hair, thumb teasing the dip in her backside.
“My head is quiet,” she mumbled, nuzzling into the crevice between Laz’s side and Davarox’s front. When Dav’s arm curled around her hips, a contented smile lifted on the corners of her lips. Until she said, “I shouldn’t stay. This can’t… this can’t be anything more.”
Laz tried not to let the spark in his chest burst.
Because he knew. Even without looking at his best friend, he knew that none of this should have ever been just once. Something about Rosalind felt different. She felt right. She felt real.
And when he opened his eyes to find himself cuddled against Dav instead of a human, he didn’t have to roll over to know that she was gone.
But his eyes met Davarox’s, and he saw sadness reflected in his face as well.
“Dav, she should be ours.”
His best friend only worked his jaw back and forth, then said, “We need to get ready for work.”