94. Levi #2
The final, emaciated thread of my control snaps, and I begin unbuckling my pants.
A groan of relief escapes me as my hand finally closes around my cock and begins to stroke.
The sound draws their gaze. Both surprise and arousal flashes in Azrael’s eyes.
Violette, however, knows me better. Her eyes become heavy, voice a soft purr. “Should we stop?”
My voice drops to a growl. The sound of my strokes turns wet from the copious strings of pre-cum leaking from me.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Moaning with relief, they resume devouring one another. Violette breathes the words against his lips. “I need you.”
Azrael kneels, lowering her to the couch and promptly tugging the tie of her frilly shirt open.
Her breasts spill free, nipples already taut and begging to be tortured.
Azrael and I groan in unison as he lowers his head to capture one nipple with his mouth.
My strokes remain steady, patient, as he sucks, nips, and teases each one with his tongue.
Violette whimpers as her hips writhe with desperation. “Az, now... Please.”
Azrael hums his pleasure as he finally begins to work her trousers down her legs. “So impatient, little seraphim.”
Unseen hands begin to unbuckle his belt. Azrael chuckles, shaking his head as he tugs her legs free and tosses her trousers aside.
Azrael’s cock bounces free as Violette’s magic shoves his pants down. Her hand wraps around his length, aligning his crown, already wet with pre-cum, to her entrance. His hands grasp her wrist. “The rites…”
Confusion tenses her features as her body tightens with frustration. “You would have to be fully buried inside of me and bathe my womb with your seed in order to fulfill the rites. Not to mention, who gives a fuck what order we do the rites in, so long as we complete them?”
Azrael’s brow tightens further. “Still... It feels wrong to rush our first union. I need to take my time with you, seraphim. Dedicate a whole day to just worshipping you with my cock and my tongue.”
Violette whimpers in protest, swiping the head of his cock through her glistening arousal. “But…”
Azrael’s head tips back on a moan so resonant I can feel it in my chest. His hips nudge forward ever so slightly, pushing the tip of his cock against her entrance. Violette’s chest heaves a breathy whine as she clenches around him. “Please…”
Oh my fucking god, this is the sweetest torture.
On a rumbling growl, Azrael’s eyes lower to where her delicate, pink folds are stretched tight around the girth of his crown.
“Praise-fucking-Akash…”
Azrael summons a ball of spit that lands directly on her clit with a soft plap. His thumb traces slow circles over her slick hood as his hips give shallow thrusts forward, teasing her with just the head of his cock.
Violette’s back arches, head tipping back as her lips part on a moan.
“Oh... Azrael. Fuck. Please, don’t stop.”
Azrael’s gaze devours her as he continues shallowing her.
“Someone should give me a fucking award for this level self-restraint.”
Violette’s gaze returns to his on a breathy giggle. “Or punish you.”
Azrael’s eyes briefly squeeze shut on a needy groan. “In about thirty seconds, I’m going to be fucking that bratty mouth of yours.”
A growl of pleasure escapes me at his words. “Fuck, yes.”
Violette’s eyes slide to meet mine. “Would you like that, pet?”
Azrael’s attention shifts to me, “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Azrael’s shadow appears in front of me. The canvas tarp is gone, and his ephemeral body condenses, taking on a more corporeal-looking form—the shadowy twin to Azrael—and kneels in front of me.
My heart hammers in my chest.
Oh, fuck. Is this happening?
My hand falls away from my cock as his shadow wraps both hands around my length and begins to stroke. A zing of delicious electricity—his magic—shoots up my spine, and I have to grind my teeth from the effort it takes me not to cum immediately.
Azrael’s grin is nothing short of devilish as he watches me come undone at the hands of his shadow, never faltering from his shallow strokes at Violette’s entrance as he continues to circle her clit with his thumb.
Violette on the other hand is on the verge of her untethering as she watches his shadow, whose features now hold the same masculine ethereal beauty of Azrael, stroke my length.
Her words are a barely coherent murmur. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
“I want you to finish making her cum. After, you’re going to fuck her throat until she’s gagging.”
Violette makes a needy sound as her hips begin to move in counter to his.
“But you’re not going to cum in her mouth. We’re going to cum on her pussy. And then, I want you to push it inside her before you clean her up with your tongue and bring her to orgasm again.”
Azrael teases a fang over his lower lip as if to stifle the grin trying to leap across his face. “Yes, sir.”
Azrael’s shadow’s mouth welcomes my cock into his mouth—the feeling of wetness replaced with the subtle hum and vibration of his magic, but the movement maintains the same soft, warm glide.
It’s too fucking good. Too fucking intense. I can feel the vibration of his magic reach all the way down my dick, my balls, and into my prostate—an entirely new sensation to me.
My fingers curlinto the shadowy waves of his hair—surprisingly warm and... tangible. Glowing eyes lift to mine. My heart swells with such overwhelming affection, it hurts. This shadow might have a mind of its own, but it’s still Azrael in some capacity.
Caressing his jaw with my thumb, as he forces my length down his throat, I can’t seem to stop myself from murmuring, “So fucking perfect.”
The sound of Violette’s orgasm is the music to my own crashing over me. Something inside my chest pinches tight before bursting as Azrael’s magic seems to wash through me, caressing and licking and twining around tendrils of my own magic, and mine reciprocates.
My cock pulses, and hips jerk as Azrael’s shadow continues to adorn my cock with tender strokes, licking and sucking gently to ease me down from my orgasm.
When I finally return to my body, my eyes lift to find Violette lying boneless and sated beneath Azrael, covered in his cum. His chest heaves as he braces himself over her, cock still spurting thick ropes as it glides back and forth over her clit, intermittently brushing her entrance.
Azrael heaves a sigh when his cock finally stops twitching.
His voice sated but no less sarcastic. “Well, that went precisely as planned.”
Violette and I chuckle alongside Azrael, and I swear I feel the resonance of his shadow laughing as well. The distinct feeling of love and unity seems to radiate through the room, as though all four of us are tethered to one another.
And for the first time in my life, I’m not afraid of it.
I’m hopeful.