Chapter Thirty-Six #2
Hyacinth broke their kiss with a gasp as two slender shafts bound up to meet her hand.
One was slick, textured with little veins that spiraled up its length, but the other felt like a human cock with a mushroom tip.
She had to fist them with both hands to hold the pair together.
He thrust with once into her palm, groaning as his forehead met hers.
When did he install these? The last ones he had were tentacles!
“Austin,” Hyacinth commanded, finding his glowing red eyes and locking them in with hers. Later. Ask him later. Get rid of Sabine now. “I want you to fuck me with both.”
“How?”
Hyacinth inhaled deeply, reveling in his scent as she leveled one of them with her curls.
With a shallow thrust, the tip of it spread her and teased her entrance.
Austin followed with a deeper thrust, the tip of his other kissing her tighter entrance.
A wonderful tingle filled her belly as he pressed harder.
“Make then both fit inside me.” The words escaped her in a pleased hiss as her head fell back.
She caught movement in the mirror and saw Sabine pacing behind it like a caged predator.
She’s mad. Hyacinth suddenly wanted more than nothing to test her theory.
She’s threatened by Austin here, with me, doing this.
Hyacinth reached between them and hooked her fingers around the second cock.
She lifted them till he slid out of her, the heads of both pressing against her slick cunt. “Make them both fit here.”
“Are you sure?” He studied her face, his features pinched in concern.
Hyacinth grinned, nodding rapidly. “Very! Besides, you know I like being stuffed full of you. Now, do as your told and make them both fit.”
Austin groaned, capturing her mouth with his in a needy, heated kiss.
The warmth that filled her belly from both cocks pushing against her made her eyes roll back in her head.
She was forced to let him guide as her hands needed security.
She needed to hold onto something—no, she needed to grab ahold of him.
As much of him as she could, wrapping her arms around his neck and clawing up the back of his scalp.
Austin inched forward, making sure to rock back and forth with each new portion.
Her legs trembled and delight trickled out of her like a waterfall.
With each shallow thrust, the two filled her differently.
One part of her insides were toyed with, teased with his spiraled texture, the other soothed with the silky skin that glided.
In and out, deeper and deeper till he snapped his hips forward the last few centimeters.
Fully burrowed in her, Austin broke the nasty kiss to steal all her air.
He sucked down every puff of haggard breath that came from her.
“They fit,” he exhaled like he hadn’t been sure it would.
Hyacinth purred with delight, “Good, because now you’re going to fuck me with them.”
“Whatever my flower wants,” he rumbled with fiendish delight.
Lips curled from ear to ear, tusks glinting in the bathroom light, he inched all the way back till only his tips lingered inside.
Then with a swift snap, he was back within her.
As deep as he could go and pressing into a sweet spot.
Lightning crashed outside, thunder rattling the walls as he repeated it.
Almost all the way back out, to rapidly thrusting forward, his speed picking up till the sound of their skin smacking rivaled the storm raging outside.
The sound of fingernails clawing the backside of the mirror was drowned out by Hyacinth’s begging him for more.
Harder. Faster. Don’t stop, right there, just like that; the words tumbled out of her mouth.
Her throat complained. It was dry and freshly healed, all those pretty little scars from the flames and her screams threatening to rip open.
Hair, still damp, stuck to her wings as her head fell back once more.
The feeling of the two textures made her dizzy.
She was drunk off the sensations and her orgasm snuck up on her.
Her walls clamped around him, milking both as he fucked her through every wave. The tingling sensation washed over her and scratched along her scalp. Only when she’d come down off the high, that she heard Sabine banging her fists against the mirror.
“Austin,” she begged, barely holding onto his shoulders. “Turn me around.”
Thankfully he didn’t question. Instead, pulling out of her with a slick, lewd sound.
Her legs were not operational. Her head lulled forward, but she knew what she needed.
She twisted in his hands, slapping her palms against the counter.
Hyacinth stared into the cracked mirror, catching Sabine pressed against the other end.
Austin swiped two fingers through her damp curls, collecting a significant amount of her delight on them. Then he lined himself back up. His gaze lifted in the mirror too, the pair of them stared at Sabine in the reflection.
“I need you to force her out of me,” Hyacinth swallowed over her tongue. Then her gaze lifted to the glistening fingers of his. “What were you planning to do with this?”
“I figured…since you like being stuffed…and stretched?” He brushed between her cheeks with the back of his knuckle.
Spreading her cheeks apart until those slick fingers circled her tight ring of muscle.
Her eyes rapidly blinked, arms trembling.
Hyacinth sank an inch, only her elbows were able to keep her up.
Austin sank those two cocks into her while he continued to toy and play with her. He wants me to tell him to do it.
Hyacinth let out a dizzy, pleasure drunk laugh. “Austin, stuff me. Fully. Stretch me.”
He grinned broader, if it were possible, looking at her in the mirror for a moment before driving one of those digits deep in her.
Hyacinth forgot how to breath. Her body turned into a coil.
So tightly wound it would take just a breath to break it.
His hips bucked into her faster, his finger growing more brazen.
Hyacinth kicked her legs against the cabinet.
Crash. She couldn’t tell if it was the ghost thrashing against the mirror or the storm.
Or if it was something wholly outside of that as she lost control.
Her body was limp. She was Austin’s fuck toy, just as he was hers.
She was his desire, his warm cavern to fill, and his body to use.
He was her pleasure, her adaptable creation, and her soul to command.
When she told him more, he drove another finger inside her.
When she slapped her palms to the counter and told him to stretch her, to stuff her, to make her body feel it, he obeyed.
And when she finally spoke, her voice a short, breathless rasp, “Austin, fill me. I want to feel you come in me.”
He snapped his hips up against her backside, something warm spilled inside her.
Austin painted her insides and she watched in slow, confusing delight…
as Sabine disappeared from the mirror. Hyacinth laughed, delirious and half certain she was going to collapse…
but she laughed. Because Sabine was gone.
“And all it took was you coming in me,” she snorted.
“Is that good?” Austin fell forward against her, hands slipping against the counters.
“I think that depends on if you think fucking me every day till we get rid of the ghost is a good thing,” she teased, peaking up at him through her sweaty hair that dangled around her face.
Austin nodded rapidly, swallowing down air. “Yeah-yeah…yeah, I think I can do that.”
“You think?” she teased.
Austin sputtered, head falling forward. He left a sloppy kiss to her shoulder cap.
“My flower, if you told me to jump off the roof, I’d do it.
You telling me to take you every day until we find a cure for Sabine?
I don’t even need the excuse. You just…tell me.
Tell me you want me and I’m yours. For now? Forever. I’m yours, Hyacinth.”
Hyacinth struggled to keep her face off the countertop. With a wheeze, she slid back against him. The pair of them collapsing to the damp tile. Drenched in sweat and other fluids, her head propped up on his arm, she stared at him.
“Austin?”
“Hmm?” He hummed, blinking his eyes back open from his post sex unconsciousness.
“I think—does what you just said? Is that mean you love me?” His mouth opened and shut like a creaky door hinge.
Hyacinth licked her lips as she laid a hand against his chest. “Because I don’t know love.
I don’t think I’ve been alive long enough to know love.
And Sabine, she knew obsession but there’s something else.
Deeper in my chest, in my head. But this feeling?
This fluttering in my chest. I’ve never been more sure in my life that’s love. And it only happens when I see you.”
Austin’s eyes clenched closed as he struggled to get air into his lungs.
She could see his jugular tremble as he tried his best. Then, his eyes opened and tears welled in them.
They trickled down his cheeks as he engulfed her.
The sound of the storm roaring outside, rattling the room and shaking the shudders, was nothing compared to the steady thump of his heart.
“Austin,” she murmured against his shirt, inhaling his scent again. Freshly tilled soil, that metallic rain, and fresh dew drops over a well-loved garden, it filled her lungs with new life. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”