Fuck me. She's taking two of them at once.
I gaze in awe, palming my rock-hard erection through my pants as I watch Maven moan and rock between Crane and Decimus in her dream. Decimus is rutting her pussy from beneath as she rides him, and Crane swears in fae as he fucks her ass with a vengeance. There was no need for buildup or lubrication in a dream like this—because sensations are different in the dream world. They're heightened, unhindered by real-world troubles.
They're all panting, gasping, coming undone. Frost kneels beside them and whispers for Maven to open up. She moanswhen he slides his cock into her mouth—the collective dream ripples as Frost nearly wakes at the dreamy pleasure. There's a dream projection of me, too, approaching on Maven's other side.
But I don't care to keep watching. I'm too ravenous for her.
Stepping out of Limbo, I slip under the blankets at the foot of the massive bed and crawl until I'm between Maven's legs. My breathing is labored, desperate, as I gently pull her pajamas off. I press my face against the thin panties between her thighs and inhale, stroking myself as I obsess over how utterly perfect my darling's pussy is.
I kiss up her thighs, licking and tasting until I finally pull aside her panties and lap at her entrance.Gods,she's so wet and sweet and fucking heady. It's the first time I've tasted her gorgeous cunt, and I can do nothing but groan and devour the ambrosia that is her arousal. I slip one finger inside of her and gently circle my thumb around her clit, kissing and licking as I relish every clench of her dripping cunt.
Obsession beats in my veins like a drum, growing more intense with each passing moment. I want to breathe her, taste her—wrap myself in her twisted, beautiful mind and etch myself into her bones until every move she makes, I make with her.
When I make her my muse, my dark little darling will discover how utterly obsessed I am. She'll see inside my head and learn just how unhinged I become at the very thought of her.
And she'll love it. Of that, I'm certain.
As I devour Maven, I'm vaguely aware that their combined dream is ripening as they no doubt approach climaxing in their sleep. Some people wake from such intense sensations—and if one dreamer wakes from a combined dream, they all do. So I'm not particularly surprised when, a moment later, I hear Frost's sharp gasp before the dream ruptures, all four of them snapping awake.
I grin against Maven's thigh, placing a kiss there. Time to see if my meddling worked.
I don't have to wait long. Decimus moans and rocks his shorts-covered erection against Maven's thigh, which is obnoxiously close to my head.
"Godsdamn, baby, you smell so fuckinggoodwhen you're wet for us," he whispers.
Maven is gasping as she pushes the blanket back to look down at me. She doesn't quite see my eyes in this dark room, but I have the glorious ability to see how flushed she is as she bites her lip and lifts her hips, grinding slightly against my face.
"More," she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut. "Please, I'm so close already, just?—"
Crane licks a path up her neck, his hand slipping up beneath her shirt and the other tugging off his clothing.
"I need you. Now,sangfluir," he pants.
Our keeper makes a delicious little sound that goes straight to my cock. I move out of the way, watching in open-mouthed anticipation as Decimus starts quite literally ripping the rest of her pajamas off of her as if they've personally offended him.
As soon as her tits are free, Decimus sucks one of her nipples into his mouth as Crane moves on top of Maven. Frost is at the edge of the bed near me, and I hear him swear quietly when Crane thrusts home as Maven cries out, arching off the bed with pleasure.
Crane fucks her mercilessly while I stroke myself to the exquisite sounds Maven makes as she comes. When the blood fae finishes several moments later with a harsh swear, she squirms and whispers, "Fuck me. I need all of you to fuck me."
Without wasting another moment, I shove Crane aside and lean down to capture Maven's lips with mine. Dragging the pierced head of my cock through her sopping entrance, I savor the way her breath hitches and her fingernails drag down myback when she feels my piercings dragging against her sensitive clit.
"Crypt," she whispers, arching against me. "Gods, I need?—"
I know exactly what she needs. Thrusting forward, I grit my teeth when her tight, hot pussy squeezes all of me. Fucking hell, I can barely breathe through how good she feels.
Sex was never like this before. It was empty and lacked much sensation, just like the rest of my dismal existence without Maven. But now I pound home, the blinding pleasure almost too much. I pin her down so I can fuck my darling hard and rough like we both need.
"Fuck, listen to how wet she is," Decimus breathes. "You're doing so fucking good for us, baby.”
He leans down and kisses below our keeper's ear, whisperingfilthy things—things my darling certainly likes, judging by the way she suddenly comes again, gasping and arching her back as she gushes around me.
It's too much, and I hiss in pleasure as euphoria barrels through me, my cock jerking and pulsing inside of her.
"Fuck. It's my turn. I need that pussy," Decimus groans raggedly. As soon as I pull out of her, dizzy from the force of that orgasm, he grabs Maven and maneuvers her until she's straddling him. They both moan as she sinks onto him, and my cock twitches in appreciation when I see our keeper's head thrown back in pure ecstasy.
"Gods, fuck, gods," she chants. "Harder."
“She's so perfect," Frost whispers.
