CHAPTER TEN #2
His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he thrust up into her.
Adelaide kissed him as he fucked her, threading her hands in his hair and holding his face to hers.
Their bodies soon became slick with sweat; Caspen’s fingernails dug into her ass as he held her in place, his thrusts quickening with urgency.
Fuck, Caspenon.
He angled his hips; his cock went so deep he nearly blacked out.
Adelaide’s eyes closed. Caspen kept his open, watching her face as she came, seeing the effect of every inch of his cock as it slammed in and out of her.
Caspen finished a moment later, feeling both of their cum running down his thighs.
Instead of pulling her off his cock, he lingered for a moment, holding Adelaide against him, both of them breathing hard.
She kissed him on the lips as he set her back down on the ground.
Were you picturing Harmony?
No.
It was the truth; Caspen had been in the moment with Adelaide. His answer almost surprised him, and it clearly surprised her.
Good. I am not done with you.
Is that so?
Without a word, Adelaide pulled him toward the fountain. Caspen went willingly, watching the curve of her ass as she leaned forward, filled a goblet with elixir, and turned to him.
“Lie down.”
Caspen did so. Adelaide knelt beside him before pouring the elixir slowly onto his chest. It pooled there before inching down the channel of his abs toward his cock.
Adelaide lowered her head, drinking from him slowly.
Caspen slipped a hand between her legs so he could finger her while she did it, feeling the way she became wetter the more she drank.
He still had not had a drop of elixir tonight.
He did not need it. Sex was stimulation enough for Caspen, and he watched as Adelaide followed the stream of elixir down his torso.
She straightened once more, taking the goblet and pouring the remaining elixir over his cock.
The liquid was warm against his skin. Caspen watched as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to pump.
He hardened immediately as her wet palm made the same sound a pussy would.
“What is this?”
Caspen looked up to see Harmony standing above them. Adelaide did not rise, and neither did he. They both simply stared at her as she said, “I come back early for you, and this is what I find?”
Caspen could not believe she was here. Apollo had said she was going to him tonight. Perhaps he had only said that to anger Caspen. If so, it had worked.
“I am doing nothing wrong,” Caspen said calmly. “And neither is Adelaide.”
“Perhaps I shall seek out your brother. No doubt he will have waited for me.”
A sudden wave of rage threatened Caspen’s patience. “Then go to him,” he snapped. “I do not care.”
Harmony raised her eyebrows. She smiled. “Careful, Caspenon,” she whispered. “Do not lie.”
Silence fell. Adelaide was watching their interaction with an amused smile. Her hand was still around Caspen’s cock.
Harmony’s eyes flicked to her. She pointed. “Is she better at sucking cock than me?”
What kind of an asinine question was that? Harmony was in fine form tonight, forcing him to pay attention to her. She was petty when she was angry. Before Caspen could decide how to answer, Adelaide answered herself.
“Shall we find out?”
Harmony’s face slid into a smile. She looked down at Caspen. “Well, Caspenon? Shall we?”
It was another one of her games—yet another way to control him. Harmony knew Caspen could not say no, that he would never deny her anything she asked for. At this point he could not resist any longer. Caspen watched as Harmony knelt so she was facing Adelaide, his cock a monument between them.
“Who do you want to go first?” Harmony murmured. She traced her finger up the side of his cock as she spoke, stopping at the head.
“You,” he whispered.
She smiled. Then she leaned forward and took him down her throat.
Caspen’s fingers were already inside Adelaide, and his other hand found Harmony’s pussy the moment her mouth touched his cock.
He closed his eyes, surrendering to sensation, surrendering to them.
He was not in control here, and he did not care to be anyway.
There was only the feel of her mouth on his cock, only the slick sound of friction as she pleasured him.
Adelaide’s hand went to the back of Harmony’s head, guiding her.
Her other hand was between her legs, reinforcing Caspen’s fingers, taking pleasure for herself.
Harmony did not go slowly. Her head bobbed up and down in a relentless rhythm, pushing him straight to the brink.
Subtlety was not her strong suit—it never had been.
She was not one to savor the experience nor worship his cock the way others might.
Harmony was ruthless in her endeavors, and giving head was no exception.
She was inside his mind; she knew how to get him there.
But this was not about getting him there.
This was about control. As quickly as she had leaned down, Harmony sat up straight. She smiled at Adelaide.
“Now you.”
Adelaide leaned in. Caspen’s cock was already so hard that he gasped when she reached it.
She swirled her tongue around his head, imparting a different strategy than Harmony.
Caspen plunged his fingers deeper into both of them, pulling a moan from Harmony.
They both watched as Adelaide lowered her head, taking him all the way to the base.
Her technique was perfect; her throat was tight and smooth.
Caspen dragged his fingers against Adelaide’s clitoris, watching the way her back arched as he did it.
He did the same for Harmony. Both women moaned in unison.
Adelaide repositioned herself so that only the tip of his cock was in her mouth.
Harmony pressed her lips to the base. They began working him together.
Fingers, tongues, lips, palms. Everything and anything touched his cock.
During previous encounters, Harmony had left him wanting, stopping just before he climaxed to ensure maximum control.
Caspen feared she might do it this time too, and he feared he might kill her if she did.
He was reaching a point of enlightenment—a level of pleasure he could not control.
Adelaide was still sucking on the tip, two fingers pressing into the space between the base and his balls.
Harmony’s hand encircled his shaft, rubbing incessantly. Ache filled him.
Without preamble, Adelaide released his head and pressed her lips to the base.
Harmony did the same, and Caspen watched as their tongues split around him.
One moment they were normal and the next Caspen’s cock was in a vise of flesh and muscle.
Smoke filled the courtyard. They were in the beginning stages of transitioning; it would take extreme effort to hold themselves back.
Caspen had to admire their dedication—he himself had never attempted such a thing.
He watched as they sucked his cock, then kissed each other.
They did it over and over, sucking and kissing, sometimes taking him all the way, sometimes simply licking his shaft before returning to kissing.
They sank their split tongues into each other’s mouths, so deep it could be considered a form of fucking in and of itself.
Caspen kept his fingers inside them, touching them in tandem.
He was in their minds; he knew they were all close.
Their hands took turns on his cock, pumping him whenever they kissed.
Adelaide came first, then Harmony. They kissed through it, holding back gasps, their movements desperate and jagged.
Caspen could no longer watch them; he was about to come too.
He shut his eyes, but it was too late. It was Harmony’s hand, finally, that brought him there.
Caspen came with a groan, his cum pouring into her palm, luminescent in the torchlight.
Adelaide lowered her head to taste it, but Harmony shook her head. “No.”
The courtyard was beginning to fill; basilisks were returning from hunting and helping themselves to the fountain. Harmony ignored them. Instead she pressed her hand to the bottom of Caspen’s abs before sliding her palm up his torso, leaving a trail of his essence shining on his skin.
Adelaide raised an eyebrow but did not say anything.
Harmony’s hand landed at the base of Caspen’s neck. She wrapped her fingers around his throat and squeezed. “Well?” she whispered. “Who was better?”
Caspen stared up into her eyes. Her hair was mussed; sweat beaded her brow. She looked like a wild animal, and in some ways, she was one.
“You.”
Adelaide rolled her eyes. Caspen knew she was not offended; there was no doubt she was exemplary at sucking cock. He had said Harmony’s name only because he knew it was the only possible answer—that if he said Adelaide, he would be punished for it.
“Correct,” Harmony said, her voice deadly. “And you had better not forget it.”
There was nothing else to say; the two women stood and left him. Caspen lay there, alone, his own cum drying on his chest.