Chapter 34 Julien #4
“Good fucking girl. That’s it. That’s better.
You’re being such a good friend to us, Red.
Look at you. So wet, dripping all over.” He lowers his mouth, hovers over her clit, but keeps his eyes locked on her.
“You needed this, didn’t you? Deserved it.
” One long sweep of his tongue over her swollen clit and she’s twitching against me.
“You’ve held on for so long,” he rasps in her mind, “such a good fucking friend.”
Another desperate moan erupts from her as her head falls back on my shoulder.
Sai pauses, and so do I.
“A good friend would look me in the eye when she’s about to come.”
She gasps, tries to catch her breath, then stutters, “Y-you—you fucking…”
He looks at me, and we both smirk.
She’s barely hanging on, so tightly coiled, more tears slipping down her cheeks.
But we stay still, and we will for hours, all night if necessary. Whatever it takes.
She tries so hard to lift her head up, to look down again, but the poor thing is exhausted. I kiss away a tear, then tighten my grip around her throat, angling her head down for her.
“That’s it, look at him. Look at what you’ve done to him.”
She moans softly at the sight of Sai slowly licking her clit with just the tip of his tongue. Once, twice. On the third, my fingers move inside her again.
“You did this to us,” I murmur by her ear. “You’ve turned us into beasts for you.”
A few more licks, strokes, pumps and she’s whispering sounds. Aloud. In our minds. Completely nonsensical, fragmented, broken.
“What’s that, mon ame?” I keep my voice low, but it rumbles with the pleasure of how lost she is.
“I think she’s asking for more.” She shakes her head at Sai’s words, and he laughs against her sensitive, swollen skin. The vibration makes her shudder.
“What is it, baby? Huh? Tell us what you want.” He gently blows and she whines loudly.
That sound is deadly, our darknesses surge, desperate to ease it.
“Shhh, just a little more,” I whisper along her jaw, barely restraining my growl. “Tell us what you need.”
“I-I, I need…” She takes a deep breath, but we don’t stop.
“You can do it, baby,” Sai murmurs sweetly, her sounds switching something in us both. “You’ve been so good for us.”
He’s brushing her clit with his thumb while my fingers keep pulsing in and out, both of us fixated on her face. Desperate for her words.
“I need,” she tries again, but whimpers. She can’t make it. And the sight of her trembling body, her flushed, tear-stained skin, wrecks me.
I stare at Sai and know he’s the same, ready to end her suffering even if she hasn’t—
“Please, let me come.”
We groan, my teeth trailing her jaw as my fingers—
“Aww baby, you can beg better than that, don’t you think Ju—” Sai doesn’t get to finish his taunt, because we’ve clearly pushed our bond too far.
Coils of darkness thread through his hair, gripping his curls, yanking his mouth down.
In theory, he could pull back, resist, but what sane being would?
He releases a deep, guttural sound, fingers clenching around her thighs, pushing her hard against me as he devours.
There’s a tug on my hand, and I comply immediately, plunging my fingers deeper, harder, quicker.
“That’s it. Use us. We are yours.” I’m too busy kissing her to speak aloud.
Sai moans at my words, a desperate, unrestrained sound, almost a sob. Because that’s what we are, hers, and she’s staking her claim by holding Sai’s mouth against her soaking cunt, forcing my fingers deeper, taking what she wants—us.
“But if you come before we tell you, there will be consequences.”
She tenses at my words, her darkness’ grasp losing its tight hold.
But it’s too late. Sai isn’t stopping and neither am I.
“Wait—I… Fuck—” she stutters.
She’s gripping my fingers so tightly, body pressed against mine so hard. And the way Sai’s gripping her hips means he’s grinding her up and down my aching cock.
“W-what… what are the… cons—oh my fu—”
She’s almost there, every part of her tense, on the precipice.
“If you come before we say, the number doubles,” I rasp.
“Number?”
“She’s so fucking close.” Sai moans the words as though she isn’t even here. That makes her whimper even more.
“Make her come.”
She whines at my command, a mixture of pleasure, desperation, gratitude. I place a gentle kiss on her damp cheek.
“Are we giving her permission?” Sai breathes.
Another chaste kiss upon her temple. “No.”
Her eyes fly open, then narrow as she tries to glare at me. Sai’s husky chuckle only angers her more.
“When you come, there will be a punishment,” I explain, my fingers never stopping.
Her eyes try to hold their glare but she’s drowning in bliss, so tight, so close.
“I won’t… I—” She hisses when Sai adds his finger. Three of mine deep inside, curling down, and one of his curling up.
So fucking tight.
“Yeah, you will.” Sai pulls back just enough to say those words. “You’re gonna come for us, Red. Like a good fucking girl, like a good friend should. Try and fight it, I fucking love watching you fight.”
“Now.” At my silent command, Sai pinches her clit between his teeth.
Our fingers simultaneously pump inside her, my hand squeezes her throat, restricting her breath for just a second. And in that second, she shudders, all muscles clench, then she explodes.
I relax my grip instantly, and her deep inhale locks her orgasm in place, prolonging it.
“There you go, that’s it. That’s a good fucking girl.” Sai doesn’t stop murmuring his praise as she keeps coming, twitching, everywhere.
And we keep moving. He strokes her pulsing clit with his tongue, I plunge my fingers in and out. Slow but deep.
“Isn’t she such a good friend, mate? So fucking good to us,” Sai’s deep murmurs continue as we ease her through the aftershocks.
And keep easing. Then, we keep going.
I feel it the second she realises.
Her face is tilted against mine, her brows scrunching together in confusion as she tries to pull herself out of my hold. I retighten my grasp around her throat.
“No,” she whispers, the word hardly audible. “No, no. I… I—can’t!”
Sai chuckles, such a devious, dark sound that has my chest rumbling with a laugh.
When I remove my fingers from inside her, she sighs with relief, but it’s cut short when Sai’s re-enter instead.
“Fucking hell, baby. You’re still so fucking tight,” he curses, his mouth falling back against her clit.
My free fingers immediately reach her breast. I’d been so desperate to touch them, pinching her nipple between two fingers as she squirms and tries to escape our touches.
“Stop, I—”
“You know your safe word,” I murmur against her throat, then kiss her there. A soft touch that I trail down to the crook of her shoulder. “Nothing else will stop us.”
We hear the hum in the air as she considers her options, but Sai never stops feasting, his moans of pleasure re-igniting everything. I gently bite the skin between her neck and shoulder, roll her nipple between my fingertips until she moans.
“You’re already so close.” I suck on the same patch of skin, envision my permanent mark, make myself even harder from the thought.
“Fuuuck, do that again. She squeezed my fingers so hard,” Sai moans out, peering up at her.
One hand fondles her breast, the other tilts her neck further away so that I can comply with Sai’s request.
“You like the feel of my bite, mon ame? You want more?”
Her eyes are tightly shut as she fights the intense pleasure building, but she nods her head.
I bite—harder, her pulse thumping on my tongue. A masochist indeed.
My teeth, Sai’s touches, the sounds, it’s too much. Her legs tremble, body tensing, and then she’s coming again. Over Sai’s mouth and fingers, with my teeth on her throat, my fingers teasing her nipple.
We coax her limp body through the aftershock, slowing our touches, withdrawing my teeth with a soft lick over the indents.
I stare at that temporary mark as Sai unbinds her hands and she falls deeper into me.
“Oh, thank fuck,” she whispers, breaking my fixation.
Sai and look at each other, laughing gently as we readjust her. I lay her back in the middle of the bed, her cheek against my chest and Sai behind her, letting her catch her breath.
“Only two more to go, Red.”
Her relaxed body stiffens, eyes flickering up to mine. But she doesn’t move, the poor thing’s too exhausted.
“Tell me he’s joking,” she says, waiting for my response as Sai’s arms slip around her waist, shifting closer to her.
“We’ll give you… What do you think, mate?” he murmurs against her cheek. “Five minutes?”
She glares at me. I brush a damp curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her gaze softens.
“Three.”
The fire returns, re-emboldened. “That’s not happening.”
My confident smile slowly fades when I feel a sliver of shadow slip onto my chest and descend.
When Sai’s arms flinch around Jasmine’s, I assume he feels the same. His wide eyes lock with mine above her head.
She wets her lips, voice a smooth, sweet murmur. “You said two more, but you didn’t say who has to come.”
Her darkness lowers, leaving licks of heat along my skin, and when it curls around my cock, surrounding it, squeezing—we both groan out an agonising sound.
“Red, you really—” Sai’s moan cuts off his words as her slivers start to slide up and down.
Every part of me freezes, every muscle in stoic trepidation because if I so much as skim her body with mine…
Her fingers brush my chest and I am incredibly grateful for the shirt I’m wearing, providing some flimsy barrier from her wicked touch.
“Are you both going to be good for me?” she whispers in a delicious rasp. Sai moans again, I lean in—
She pulls back. “Answer me,” she demands.
My eyes shut as her shadows tighten, and when one brushes my aching balls, I bite my tongue.
Sai’s desperate groan quickly follows, making it clear she’s mirroring every action onto him.
“This is… dangerous.” I wince out the word. I’ve never needed to come so badly in my entire life, but I also know the risk. “If we lose ourselves… our control… we might not—”
She closes the space, and sinks her teeth into my lower lip.
Oh, Holy Elysium—
The Heavens above—
This is… she is…
“Harder,” my beast demands.
Any harder, there will be blood, and then… I’d pin her to the bed and take her. Sink my fangs so deep she’ll never forget the ache.
“Bite. Harder,” my beast repeats, waiting to be unleashed, snarling behind its cage.
Her gaze is unwavering, staring into mine, through me, at my beast. Slowly, she pulls back, and I endure the tedious scrape of her teeth until I’m finally released.
Then she smiles, a sweet thing, if it wasn’t for the deadly fire in her gaze. She is a wicked, sinful creature, and I want her to ruin me.
Sai groans, pained, then utters to me. “Jules. Abort. I can’t—” Jasmine pushes her hips back, grinding against Sai, and his eyes roll back as his markings explode.
All the while, she looks directly at me.
I need to stop this.
We’ll go too far, we need—
She kisses me, and all thoughts are eradicated.
We need to devour her.
My fingers thread through her hair, my hand grips her ass and I yank her closer so her bare pussy is against my hard, aching cock. She gasps at the impact, and I invade her open mouth with my tongue in frantic sweeps.
“Please,” she whispers into our minds. A needy, melodic, addictive sound.
Her darkness never ceases. Stroking, squeezing, pulsing. And her mouth. Goddesses be damned for creating such a wicked temptation.
She kisses me hard, matching my fervour, inhaling my essence like she needs me to breathe.
“I need it, please.” I’ll never forget the way she sounds right now. “I need to feel you both come.”
The need to please her, to follow her command, overrides all other needs and doubts.