The Haunted Victorian #12
She does as I say. Nix is right, we have time to process later. For now, I hold her tight and kiss her neck while she shakes in my arms.
"What's happening? Is he—he doesn't look okay. Nix," she urges, reaching out for him.
"It'll be okay. Come here, love."
"But Nix—" The Phoenix in question is transforming before us. He's so hot, the bedroom feels like a sauna. Volcanic heat wafts off of him, making the air around us shimmer with a layer of haze.
"He'll be okay. I promise. Come here." I don't know how I know this, but I feel connected to Nix. I know how to bring him back to us.
She nods and leans into me. "You're still cold."
I think about it for a second. I might always be a little colder than other humans. Am I even still human, fully? I don't know what I am now. All I know is, I'm real, and I'm here.
"Is that… is that okay? I'm sorry."
"I'm glad. You're not as cold as before, but your skin still feels… It's good. It feels so good."
"If you want me cold, I'll sleep in the ocean. If you want me warm, I'll walk through fire. I'll do anything for you." I kiss the back of her neck. She tilts her head toward me.
She's biting her lip. Her eyes are wide with worry, but her pussy is still dripping. I can feel her slick on my skin.
It's the best feeling in the world.
"But right now, he needs us," I say. We both look at Nix.
He's almost fully transformed. I don't think he planned this. Sweat drips from his forehead. He's hot as a blazing bonfire, eyes wild. I'm glad I'm still cold, to counteract all this heat.
I owe Nix everything.
His cock is receding into the cloacal hole between his legs. But my girl wants it. And if I'm being honest with myself, I don't feel jealous at all by that. I kind of want it, too.
So I reach out and press my fingers into his hole. Nix's wings pull in and then fan out again. He's almost fully covered in feathers. I feel the shape of his cock inside the warm core between his legs. I squeeze hard, grabbing hold of it nice and tight.
His whole body shudders.
"That's it, Eric. Keep doing that," Dina encourages.
I ignore the strange feeling, the oddness of holding another man's dick. But Dina is grinding her pussy on my leg. She's never been this wet, this turned on. And I owe Nix more than everything.
I squeeze him hard, my fingers curling around the shaft. He's so big they don't wrap all the way around. My mind wanders for a moment, because I've forgotten how big my own is, and now I wonder how mine compares.
That can wait.
"Nix, Dina needs you. She needs this," I emphasize, giving him an aggressive tug, reaching in deeper and stroking his length.
His golden eyes meet mine. He snarls. His fingers have turned to feathers. They swirl the wind around us as they shift and flap. We're in a furnace, a whirlwind, us three.
"Give us your cock, Nix." It pushes then recedes, a self-priming pump in my hand.
But with each thrust it makes, it peeks a little further out of its hole.
My hand is coated in some sort of liquid, not quite cum.
It feels like the sweet slick between Dina's legs.
Less silky, more sticky. It's still slippery, though, making it difficult to pump, so I have to squeeze tighter.
"That's it, baby," Dina coos when his cock peeks out of the hole.
"Harder," Nix rasps. So I squeeze harder.
He's still in bird form, but he's coming back to us. I'm grateful when Dina takes over, and, since my hand is already covered in Nix's strange, sticky lubrication, I use it on myself.
My fingers don't touch as I wrap my hand around my cock, and I enjoy a moment of smug satisfaction that mine is nearly as big as his.
Palming Dina's ass cheeks, I spread them, exposing her tiny asshole. The little ring, only ever touched by me. With my slathered fingers, I push one, then a second finger, into her ass. She tenses when I breach the barrier, but she lets me in.
She always lets me in.
She pumps Nix's cock, fully engorged and emerging now, and his hips thrust into her hands. She uses two fists, twisting and squeezing, root to tip, dipping a little into his hole with each pass, which seems to make him shudder.
I feel a pang of jealousy until I realize, this is it.
Me and Dina.
Together, we take care of the man—the monster—who made all this possible.
Slowly at first, I work my cock into her ass, dipping in one inch at a time before pulling back out. In and out like this, so impossibly tight, her asshole squeezes me so hard I don't know how I don't come.
When I'm buried to the hilt, I reach around Dina, nudging her hands aside so I can take over. With one hand on his hip, the other wrapped around his cock, I pull Nix down on top of her.
She lies down, her back against my chest. Dina bends her knees, and I guide Nix inside her pussy.
I can feel every inch of him as he pushes all the way in. It takes us a moment to find a rhythm, but as soon as we do, she relaxes. I rock my hips, and begin fucking her ass just as Nix finally wakes from whatever magical delirium he fell into.
He's still mostly in bird form, but as he fucks her, his feathered hands grip my hips, and I groan into Dina's hair, letting him take care of us both. She's whimpering and pleading, panting and shaking.
Pleasure snakes through my spine. My lower back tightens.
Dina quivers, and with as stuffed full as she is, in no time, her orgasm takes full control of her body, everything inside her spasming all at once.
I fuck her ass, harder, faster, rocking up into her, feeling every sensitive nerve ending alight with pleasure while Nix bucks her hips back into me.
Nix's wings flap and suddenly we're airborne, all three of us.
I almost fall out of her, but she clamps around my cock while Nix's arms hold me close to them. And his wings flap, lifting us higher. I hold onto him tight, then he flies us into the wall. My back slams into the solid plaster. It cracks dust around us, and I can't hold out any longer.
The rush and force is too much. I'm buried so deep, and she's still spasming, or is coming again, vibrating like a fucking toy between us.
And on Nix's next thrust, he grunts, "That's it, my darlings.
You're both so beautiful. So perfect. So good, coming hard for your monster," and I lose all control.
My cock sprays deep in her ass, but that's just the start of it.
Pleasure zaps through me, long and wild, and I'm frantic, pounding into her, against the strange, weightless pressure of Nix's wings holding us up, his hands clutching my ass, pressing her so tightly between us.
I come so fucking hard, I'm erratic with my thrusts.
Once, twice, thrust. Another shake. Thrust. I'm still coming.
The back of my head slams into the wall.
Even the pain of it—because I can feel—is the greatest pleasure, just the icing on our sweaty, sticky cake.
Nix lowers us to the ground, and I fall out of her ass. Nix pushes Dina to the ground between us. She's sobbing. Red-faced. Her skin is raw. I work my cock with my hand, but Nix slaps it away and takes over. I haven't come in decades, not really.
It's all built up. A memory, a flash of every time I pleasured her.
Every time I fucked her to her completion.
He keeps pumping me, aiming my cock so I can shoot cum all over her stomach, her perfect tits.
I rub it in with my other hand, nearly gagging on dry air because I can barely breathe without shuddering—years of nothing, and now everything, all at once.
Air, breath, heat, blood in my veins, stiffening my cock.
Nix does the same, working himself over with his other hand, marking her like a feral beast. I keep coming, my balls pulling up tight, my cock so sensitive I swear I'm almost empty, but still, I keep coming.
His hand is so rough. The feathers are so light.
Heat surrounds us. He feels so fucking good.
Dina's soaked. My cock sputters once more, then falls limp. Nix releases me, then flattens his semen-soaked fingers and works her clit until she's coming too, screaming, sobbing against the hard wooden floor.
Until it all slows down, and my whole body trembles. I'm empty. My heart is racing. It's silent—a vacuum of heavy breathing and tension. But different from our usual silence.
It's nearly light out again. The crack of dawn through the window peers into her bedroom. It's stopped raining.
We're filthy with plaster, dirt from the dust on the floor, and cum.
I look between Nix and Dina. He's almost human again.
Nix still looks feral. His teeth shine as he snarls, whipping a hand out but landing gently on my cheek as he wipes away a tear from my eyes. I didn't even realize I was crying. Then he shoves his thumb in Dina's mouth. She's crying, too.
I don't deserve this. Not after all I've done.
Ideas, ways to make it up to him, for everything he's done for me, start swirling in my brain, so fast I nearly pass out.
I'm already running on empty, but I've got enough in my reserves to lean down, and, for the first time, feel the warmth, the delicious taste of Dina's lips, as I pull her in for a kiss.
She softens and moans and cries against me. "I love you," I whisper.
"I love you, too."
And when I release and lean closer to Nix, he frowns and jerks back. But I just smirk, lean closer, and pull him in for a kiss, too. He bites my lip, scraping his sharp teeth against me, sucking on my tongue.
They couldn't be more opposite.
Dina is my sweet, soft, deviant lover, full of kindness, determination and loyalty. She's beautiful and everything I've ever wanted.
Nix is our feral fucking monster, full of darkness, pleasure and promise.
This isn't the life I expected, but it's the life I have, the one I want, and will do fucking anything to keep.
Dina
I've slept most of the day away, and I know I need to get up.
But I'm comfy, and I don't want to move.
I'm also not ready to deal with whatever is happening downstairs.
I can hear them arguing from here. Last night—this morning?—after Eric carried me to the shower and cleaned me up in a way I've dreamed about him doing for years, and Nix picked up all the broken glass and the mud he trailed through the house, I fell into a day of dreamless sleep.
On the one hand, I can't wait to see Eric, in the flesh. And be reunited with Nix. I can't believe last night was real, and I'm almost scared to face reality and find out none of it actually happened.
On the other hand, I'm going to have to figure out how to live with two insufferable men. Somehow, I know Nix isn't going anywhere. And Eric and I will be together until true death separates us. I'm certain of that.
But judging by the arguments—Nix's deep, reverberating growl, domineering and on the verge of rage, and Eric's still somewhat raspy, softer, almost haughty tone—this is what I have to look forward to.
Silly fights about breakfast, and tracking down Nix's car, and why Eric isn't allowed to drive because he doesn't have a license anymore, and what to do about all the bodies in the yard because, according to Nix, they can't stay here.
I let out a sigh, but there's a smile on my face. A huge one. How could there not be?
Best sex of my life? Check.
Ghosty lover back from the dead? Check.
Phoenix lover, also back from the dead? Check.
Now, if only we can figure out a way to live with a little less murder, I'll be happy.
For now, though… I'm exactly where I want to be. Secrets, lovers, haunted house, and all.