30. Wren #2
Helene muffles her cries in the blanket, clutching it for dear life while he thrusts into her roughly. My heart hammers out of control. She’s still not begging. She wants it, her face gives her away, but she still won’t say it. She won’t budge an inch, this one.
Her breath quickens. She opens her eyes and meets Forest’s glance, and I’m at the end of my sanity.
“You make the sexiest sounds when you’re being fucked,” Forest says with a groan.
He pushes himself up and angles closer, his cock bobbing in front of her face. I stare at its length, at the power and precision in his muscles. How many years have we done this dance together? I’m the only switch of the group, but these two have been working on their issues.
It’s too soon to play with them and see if they remember the game.
Nicholas drags Helene to him, his head thrown back, musculature flexed. He pushes into her and freezes.
Luckily, Forest grabs her chin at the same moment and lifts it, tapping his finger against her mouth. She glances up as he hoists his cock to her chin and she opens for him. Wrapping those pretty lips around his girth to suck him down deep.
“You are so fucking tight.” The muscles in his neck strain. “Perfect.”
My mouth waters, watching them give off steam. Watching her body be used the way she's been dying for. No one touches her the way we do. Wetness drips down her legs as she comes, the powerful release shuddering through her.
Helene screams, and I throw up a wall of magic between us and the rest of the house. No one else needs to hear the sounds she makes only for us.
“How does it feel, Monster?” I ask, my voice deep and husky. “How does it taste?”
Forest is barely hanging on. He slides his cock to the back of her throat in time with Nic’s thrusts and I know her pussy squeezes him tight.
They pump harder, faster, the scream blocked in Helene’s throat. And because I’m tired of watching, I slide underneath her, forcing Nic to lift her off her stomach.
“What the fuck—” he starts.
I grin against her pussy, pink and used and glistening. I’ve got the perfect vantage point. “Shut up, Nicholas.”
His thighs press the top of my head as I glide my tongue across her clit. He has to pivot his approach to avoid hitting into me but his shallow thrusts and the tight circling of her bud has Helene losing it.
We’ve turned her into a ball of sensation. Nothing but energy in the dark.
Her moan cuts off, her body trembling and her thighs clutching. I slick my shadows across her breasts and around each hard nipple.
She comes all over Nicholas’s cock and I lick at her desire before he pulls out with a growl, glaring at me. “Cut that shit out.”
Forest isn’t one to wait for permission, either. Seizing the opportunity, he hauls Helene up, positioning her on his lap.
“You’ve had your fun,” he warns. “Now it’s my turn.”
She settles on him, his erection pressed between them.
Forest kisses her deeply, angling her head and holding her where he wants her. She opens for him with another moan, the shudder of her pleasure still shivering like firelight along her skin. I’m on my knees in an instant and kissing those shudders.
Absorbing them into my own body.
He lifts her enough to notch himself at her opening and impale her on his length. She takes it all with a muffled scream.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Adjust to me now.”
Forest works her with a hand settled on the small of her back and the other at her waist. She raises off him before slowly lowering and controlling the rhythm. Her eyes go dark and her mouth opens slightly. Panting. Wanting.
Still unsatisfied.
Still caught in the powerful aftershocks of the memory.
She’s half present and half lost to ecstasy she feels instead of categorizing.
Forest savors each long stroke of his cock into her body, every place where flesh meets flesh. Helene takes him deep and my shadows play, brushing her breasts and tightening her nipples with small bites of pain.
Forest talks dirty to her every time he surfaces from the mess in his head.
“You love the way I fill your tight little cunt. Don’t you? You love it when you’re coming all over me. And when I fill you and drip my cum down those soft thighs...”
There’s a certain filth to it, one I recognize and appreciate. Bravo.
I replace my shadows with my hand, pinching her nipples until she moans. I grip my erection with my other hand and work the length.
It’s been too long for all of us.
“Helene. Helene.”
Forest repeats her name as if he were trying to force the memories back into her, into something she recognizes.
My own orgasm rips through me. I choke the head of my pulsing cock before Forest comes inside of her, holding her in place through the rush.
“I missed you,” he whispers into her sweat slicked hair.
When I finally come down, she’s smiling, her palm pressed flat to Forest’s face.
Nicholas crouches on the edge of the bed with his face tilted down. Hidden.
A wave of my hand wipes my own cum from the messy white arcs I drew on the floor. Forest presses a kiss to her forehead and then hoists her up, sliding free, his seed leaking down her thighs with the motion.
“You were made for us,” he insists. “Nothing has changed.”
“You might think so, but it’s been so long since I...” Helene trails off, glancing away. Her gaze falls on Nicholas and his thunderous repression. “I’m not used to this.”
“You will be.” I slide a finger along her inner thigh, smearing Forest’s desire and hers against her throbbing core.
Her eyes darken, and I mark her reaction as I push the cum inside of her.
“You’ll take us all. Again, and again.”
Hours later, after more stolen moments nestled at the apex of her thighs, magic washes her clean. The sex had been wild, untamed, but it soothed out some of the worries written on her face.
Once she's emotionally regulated, I settle her in my arms, Nicholas pressed tight to her side.
Aftercare is equally important to erotic dominance.
Everything in life wants to exploit Helene. Except us. Because she doesn't realize how steep the emotional cost is.