Cas mutters, “It was one time and I said I was sorry.”
I stifle a laugh at his tone, not wanting to fuel the fire of his embarrassment.
“Do you need a reminder who you’re dealing with, my Songbird?” Fritz pulls me back in with his hypnotic stare, “You want the monsters to come out to play? Make your worst nightmares and darkest fantasies come to light?”
I slowly nod, anticipation heating my blood and sending a flood between my legs.It really isn’t fair; they’ve not even touched me yet.
With a small growl, Fritz smashes his lips roughly to mine before pulling back and standing. With seemingly no effort, he begins to grow, the black of his demon flesh starting at the claws he’s teased me with before, spreading steadily up until he’s standing at nearly seven feet tall, eyes so dark they would disappear against his skin if not for the way they reflect the light.
His antlers perfectly match those on the coffee mug he got me. If I wasn’t so enthralled by his ethereal, serpentine beauty, I might laugh at the accuracy. As it is, I’m left speechless by the gorgeous monstrosity before me. His teeth and massive, pointed tongue look so like Caspian’s, yet so distinctlyFritz,more agile and sharp than Cas. He’s the viper hiding in the grass, whereas Caspian reminds me of a panther in the way he stalks his prey.
Fritz’s borderline sinister chuckle radiates throughout the room, “Are you frightened, Sweets?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly, my mouth drying at the sight before me.
His grin widens, “Your turn, Cas.”
“Not this time, Fritzy.” He shakes his head, “I just wanna watch and hold her still while you split her open.”
Oh shit.Fritz stares down at me, “Poor, sweet little Belissenda, do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”
With a gulp, I stutter, “I think I have some idea.” Feeling Caspian chuckle behind me as his hands begin to pull at my shirt, I let him take it from me without a fight, the bra quickly following suit.
Fritz pulls at my pants, no teasing or taking it slow, nearly ripping them from me so he can do whatever it is he has in mind. I’ve only taken Caspian in his demon form, and I’m unsure what to expect from Fritz like this.
Once I’m fully naked and feeling very exposed, Cas grips both of my knees, positioning me with my legs draped outside of his, wide open for Fritz’s hungry gaze. Pleased with my indecency, he grabs my arms, pulling them up to wrap my hands around his neck before letting his fingers drift back down to thumb my hard nipples.
Fritz groans, “She’s alreadyso fucking wet.” He falls to his knees, leaning in to swipe his tongue and collect everything he can from me. His eyes raise and meet Caspian’s, “Wanna know something I learned about our sweet, innocent little Bel a few weeks ago?”
“Tell me,” Caspian orders, but it sounds more like a plea.
“She fuckingloveshaving her little pussy spanked.” He licks me again. I moan as Caspian grips me tighter. “Don’t you, Sweets?”
I nod because even though it makes me embarrassed to admit it, Ireallyfucking do.
“Show me?” Cas asks.
“Well, that may be a bit difficult.” Fritz chuckles, using a clawed hand to run the tip across my skin, a thin pink line and goosebumps rising in its wake. A whimper escapes me at the slight pinch of pain from the sharp ends. “So you’ll just have to do it yourself, then I’ll lick at all better.”
Caspian looks down at me, a question in his gaze, and I nod again, readying myself for the pain and pleasure they’ll take from me in equal measure.
His eyes flick to the juncture of my thighs, and my gaze tracks his hand as he lowers it, letting it hover a few inches from my core. A few seconds pass, the anticipation making me shake. Then he makes contact, the wet slap echoing in the room. I cry out at the impact, the sudden discomfort being immediately soothed by Fritz’s wet, warm tongue sliding against me with a moan.
“She can take more,” he says after he’s thoroughly tasted me. “She likes the pain.”
Another slap, slightly harder, lands, forcing me to scream out Caspian’s name, gripping his neck as I do. When Fritz’s tongue swipes through me again, the softness of it after the sting of the slap makes me release an embarrassing noise, the likes of which I’ve never made before.
“That’s it, Sweets,” Fritz groans, “Squeal for us. Show Cas how much you love this shit.”
With another slap and subsequent lick, I do squeal again. It’s overwhelming, walking this line of agony and bliss. I’m writhing with every change back and forth between punishment and reward.
Again and again, they play with my body like this. Caspian causing me pain, and Fritz immediately soothing it and bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. The sensations are overwhelming; all I can do is take the brutal treatment and beg for more.
Cas bites and licks and sucks on my neck, using his free hand to twist and pull on my nipples. I’m a fucking mess, nothing but need coursing through my veins as I beg and plead. I’ve no idea what I’m asking for. More? Or to stop this torture? My brain is unable to comprehend anything but the empty ache inside me.
“Please what, baby?” Caspian asks in my ear, biting the lobe. “Please stop?”
“No!” I shout. “No, don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop.”
