Crane moves behind Maven, and for a moment, I'm worried he's going to try their little dream fantasy before she's prepared—but then his fangs are in her neck, which makes Maven gasp and writhe with pleasure.
"So fucking needy for us, aren't you?" Decimus murmurs. "Gods, baby, you're so fucking gorgeous."
"I—I want Everett, too," Maven pants. "Now."
I'd almost forgotten about Frost. He's still at the edge of the bed, gazing at our keeper with hooded eyes. Poor sap must think he's still dreaming.
"Don't keep my mate waiting," Decimus growls, leaning up to nip at one of her nipples. That makes her cry out, and I begin to stroke myself again because how could I not be hard as fucking steel, watching all of her glorious pleasure?
Frost swallows hard. "Maven, I—I don't…I haven't, um…"
She has no idea he's a virgin. I could laugh at how nervous he sounds.
"I want to taste you,” Maven whispers.
Lucky bastard.
Frost shudders, and for a moment, I think he's going to run from the room to avoid embarrassing himself. But finally, the ice elemental crawls to Maven as Crane moves out of the way. He brushes a chaste kiss against her lips.
"I can't just…" he trails off uncertainly.
Maven makes a sound of frustration, and then I have to grip my throbbing erection tightly when she sticks two of her own fingers in her mouth, riding Decimus as she sucks on herself so fucking sensually, it may as well be a godsdamned cock.
"Fuck, baby," Decimus grits out. "You're so damn hot. You just need something in that pretty mouth so fucking bad, don't you?"
She hums in agreement, reaching up with her other hand to pinch one of her own nipples. Gods above, I could watch her like this for eternity.
"If Frost is refusing you, let me—" I begin.
As I expected, Frost immediately shoves me away, swears creatively, and kneels beside Maven, ripping down the front of his pajama pants to feed her his straining cock.
"Fine. You fucking want this? Open."
Maven eagerly sucks his cock into her mouth, and he makes a strangled sound, his head thrown back as he clearly is already on the brink of losing control. Since Decimus and Frost are keeping her occupied, I move to her other side. Leaning over Decimus to suck one of her pretty nipples into my mouth, I bite it playfully.
The added stimulation makes Maven moan around Frost's cock. That sends him over the edge, and he gasps as he comes in her mouth. The fact that she swallows it without hesitation makes us all groan—and Decimus swears before thrusting hard up into her one last time, his thick cock pulsing inside of her.
We all slump onto the bed, trying to catch our breaths for a long, rapturous moment. Crane gently brushes Maven's hair out of her face, kissing her temple and forehead. His voice is full of concern.
"How do you feel so far,ima sangfluir?"
"Fucked up, but in a much better way than usual."
Decimus laughs, rubbing his face. "He means, do we need to rush you to a toilet and hold your hair out of the way?"
Our keeper pauses as if she's taking stock of her body. She rubs one of her arms and clears her throat. “No. I’ll shower in a moment.”
I close my eyes, basking in the knowledge that all that fuckery I instigated isn't going to end up with her suffering as much afterward as she did in Pennsylvania.
Progress is progress.
"Hang on.So far?"Maven sits up and squints through the darkness down at Crane.
Decimus hums. "We have hours before sunrise to kill with more canoodling, Boo."
"Not Boo," she mumbles. "Maybe I should punch you again."
"Right, sorry.Not-Boo," he grins. "So, now that you've sampled all the cocks that matter in this quintet?—"
