With the new stimulation of her pinching and pulling on her tits, she comes screaming, immediately pulling Fritz with her, both of them shoutingYes, yes yes, yes, yesover and over until they’re utterly wrecked, gently moving together and whimpering from the onslaught.
When she finally can take no more, I allow her to lift herself off his now deliciously messy dick and collapse on his chest.
While she recovers, I stand and release Fritz’s bound hands. He instantly wraps both hands around her shaking body, holding her tightly against him. He whispers the softest praise, how beautiful and powerful she is, how incredible she is at dominating him, how lovely she looks when she rides him.
After slapping him around like that, she’s sure to have mixed feelings, so I let him assure her that she did great and was perfect as I quietly climb onto the bed and lay beside them. She reaches a hand over and places it on my chest, and I grab it, kissing her palm before putting it back where she wants it.
“You did wonderfully,” I tell her. “How do you feel?”
She sighs, opening her eyes and landing them on me, “Great. Wonderful. Blissfully happy.”
Fritz continues to stroke her, gently playing with her hair and kissing the top of her head as she comes down from the high. “Are you hungry?” I ask. “Thirsty?”
“How bout coffee?” Fritz adds.
“Coffee would be incredible,” she nods, letting her eyes slip closed again.
I smile at them both, loving every second of this life we’re building together. “I’ll be right back.”
When I return a few moments later, Fritz has Bel in a cocoon of blankets again, crushed against his chest, as he tells her some story of a time long before she was born. Her eyes are closed, a tiny smile gracing her sweet mouth as she listens to the enthusiastic cadence with which he speaks. Without disturbing them, I sneak a photograph on my phone, knowing this is a moment I’ll remember for all eternity.
“My Songbird, I think your sustenance has arrived,” he tells her once he’s finished.
Her eyes shoot open, excitement for the steaming cup in my hand evident. “Thank you so much,” she tells me, extracting one hand from her blanket prison and reaching for it.
“You’re welcome,” I kiss her cheek and sit beside her, basking in her beauty and love.
After a few sips, she asks, “What do we need to do today?”
“I have to work this evening,” Fritz supplies, “And I would imagine you do too?”
“That I do,” she nods, taking another sip. “And you, Cas? What will you do today?”
After a moment’s thought, I answer uncertainly, “I will also be doing some…work, I suppose. I will have to run to the market for ingredients for my recipes.”
She nods again, returning her attention to the drug in her hand as Fritz and I just watch, always enraptured.
I find myself once again surprised by the way this return to life has turned out for me. If I described what today will hold to any other demon, or even a previous version of myself, I know it would be called mundane at best. But I’m filled with such joy at the mundanity of it all. This simple day-to-day is the most wondrous thing I could ever be blessed to have.
And I get to have it forever.
Full House
Caspian
“She’s here!”
Bel’s scream of joy radiates down the hall, followed closely by her bounding footsteps. She nearly trips coming around the corner in her haste to open the door. I find myself holding my lips between my teeth to keep the laughter inside.
The door threatens to swing off its hinges when she swings it open, the woman on the other side jumping from the startling motion. Isla drops her things, still in the hallway, wrapping Bel in a spine-crushing hug.
“Holy shit, it smells incredible in here,” Isla states, releasing Bel and grabbing her luggage to bring it inside. “What is that?”
“I’m making bread,” I announce from the kitchen, “Good to see you, Isla.”
“You too, Caspian. I didn’t know you could cook,” she looks around the suite, soaking in Fritz’s opulent taste, “Wow, this place is gorgeous.”
“Right? Wait until you see your room,” Bel gushes, pulling her friend down the hall with both hands. She was finally able to remove the excessive bandages, now just a few small wraps protecting the last of the wounds.
