Before I can respond, Caspian gently fists my hair, asking me if I’m ready to take him again. I nod the best I can with my face buried in the pillows, and he kisses my spine before rising back up and slamming to the hilt inside. I shriek at the sudden intrusion before he pulls out almost to the tip and does it again.
The sounds of their moans and my cries, along with the slap of his body hitting mine, fill the air, creating the most erotic song known to man. Caspian’s harsh thrusts border on painful, each one causing me to shriek.
It feels so fucking good, so brutal, and my legs are about to give out. They’re shaking from the tension, having already endured so much fucking sex over the last few days. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the phone land on the bedside table before Caspian lifts my head, forcing me to look at it. The screen is filled with the image of Fritz tugging on his cock, along with a miniature showing of my face as I’m being filled to the brim and shoved into the bed.
“Oh,” Fritz whimpers, “Sounds so incredible. You two-” he moans again, “are fucking perfect.” Another loud moan, “Make her come again-please-fuck, make her come.” His pleading is intermingled with the sounds of him fucking up into his fist.
My legs are pulled out from under me, and I land on my stomach. Caspian sinks his weight down on top of me until he’s pressing his giant body against every inch of me, pushing his cock even further inside me. He’s pressed right against my g-spot, and I groan, then yelp when he starts to move again.
He loops a hand under me, locking it around my neck while leaning his weight on his other elbow next to me. Leaning down, he licks me from my jawline up the side of my face before telling me, “Every inch of you tastes delicious, my dove.”
Each roll of his hips in this position has me seeing stars. I’m utterly boneless, a panting, sweating, mess. I grip the sheets as Caspian thrusts into me in a torturously slow grind. His cheek is pressed to mine, both facing the camera, watching Fritz as he watches us.
“Oh,baby, you see how hard he is for you?” Caspian groans, “Look at him fucking his fist wishing it could be you.” With a dark laugh, he adds, “You want this pretty little pussy, don’t you Fritzy?”
Fritz nods, but Caspian just tsks and condescends, “Tell her. Tell her how bad you wish it was her.” He ups his pace, fucking into me and hitting that spot over and over.
“So bad-fuck. So bad. I wanna fuck you so long and hard you can’t walk for days,” Fritz’s filthy mouth mixed with the grunts and growls escaping Caspian have me panting out little cries with every breath. “I wanna watch my fucking cum drip from your swollen, pink pussy. Watch Cas lick it up again-fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Come on, Fritz. Let her watch you spill all over yourself in your need for her.” Caspian’s words are getting louder, his thrusts sloppier, and his grip on my neck is making me lightheaded.Shit, shit, shit, I’m so close.Fritz whimpers again and groans, his face looking almost agonized as he lets his release coat his chest and stomach.
Him falling apart while watching us catapults me straight into my own orgasm. I’m instantly hit with waves of pleasure, my whole body shaking while I’m fluttering around Caspian’s cock. I’m sobbing as Caspian fucks me harder and rougher through it, cursing in my ear, “Yes, baby, strangle my cock. Just like that,oh, fuck yeah.” Then he bites down—hard—on my shoulder, muffling the sounds of his orgasm as he gives me a few more pumps, burying his spend inside me.
“Holy shit, I’ve never come that hard that fast.” I barely register Fritz saying in a dazed voice, “So like… when are you guys coming back again?”
I laugh— well, sort of. I still have a giant demon resting on me, so I can barely breathe enough to laugh. Caspian kisses all over my cheeks, leaving the same little pecks he always does after sex.
Through his slowing breaths, he answers, “You are supposed to come here, if you’ve forgotten.”
“Right, right, can we move that up? I can be on the first flight out. In like an hour,” he claims.
Easing off of me, Caspian rolls me over, checking my neck first, then the rest of me for bruising. He asks me, “You alright, love?” and I nod, telling him I’m great. “Good girl,” he whispers before kissing my nose and responding to Fritz, “No. We have plans. We leave in three days time for our-” he looks at me strangely, “alone timetrip.”
“Our- oh, right, right. Yeah, I’ll be flying in on Wednesday to pick you up in a rental.” He seems unsure of what to do next, “I uhhh, I gotta get this cleaned up, so I’ll talk to you guys later. You didgreat, Bel. So beautiful. Thanks for, uhhh this,” he gestures to his body, still covered in drying cum. “Bye!” He blows me a kiss and hangs up the call.
Caspian nudges my cheek with his nose, “Did you like my idea?” he asks in the most innocent voice I’ve ever heard from him. As if he didn’t just rail my brains out in his massive demon form-that he’s still wearing-with an audience.
“It was definitely inventive. You seem to be adjusting to the modern world very well,” I answer honestly, “I never would have come up with something that devious.”
He grins, wide and beaming, and I reach up to touch his stunning, terrifying face. He nuzzles into my hand, and it occurs to me that he must not have had this kind of affection in this form before. It makes no sense to me. He’s so arrestingly beautiful like this, so inhuman and otherworldly.
I should have known I would be a monster fudger if monsters were real. Though his treatment of me has been anything but monstrous. If anything, he shows me more respect and kindness than any man I’ve ever known.
“What are you thinking, my Bel?” he asks, searching my face.
“I just… I’m happy to know you. To have you,” I admit against my better judgment.
“Truly?”
I nod, biting back the damning words trying to escape. Revealing what I already have feels like a gamble. Like caring for him means I’m doing something stupid. I probably am, but hey, it’s too late now. I really tried to get rid of him, but I know now I’ll never be able to. I’d never want to. Either of them, really. Even armed with that knowledge, I’m not ready to surrender the small protection I have left.
Without any more words, he transforms into his human body and kisses me again. Rather than the hungry kisses I’ve quickly become accustomed to, this one is more like the one against the door last week.
He’s slowly, tenderly exploring me, learning my mouth intimately. I feel him hardening against my leg again and I pull away to look at him. His smile is almost sheepish if he were capable of such a thing. But the dastardly man just kisses me more, speaking against my lips, “I need to have you again, Bel. Please tell me I can.”
What am I supposed to do? Turn down more orgasms? Absolutely not. SoobviouslyI tell him yes again.
And again, and again, andagain.
