“Oh,” I slowly blink, “You’re really gonna—” my question cuts off with a high keening sound, his soft, warm tongue even too much for my body right now. He moans against me like I’m his favorite meal.
“Jesus Christ,” Fritz mutters from his position on the floor, watching in rapture as Cas licks every drop that spills from me.
Not stopping his attentive laving of my sensitive flesh, he works the button and zipper of his pants down and wraps a hand around his dick, pumping while he eats me. It’s so fucking hot I can’t look away even as I’m squirming to escape.
Fritz reenters my line of sight, kneeling behind Cas and reaching around him to grip his hard length before nipping his shoulder just hard enough to rip through Caspian’s shirt. My already open mouth falls even further to the floor at the visual before me. Fritz’s demon form is so beautifully menacing; the way he’s draped over Caspian’s human facade, taking complete control of him, is a thing of the filthiest nightmares.
The sounds of Fritz working Caspian’s cock while Cas groans and moans into me are overwhelming, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I ride his face with reckless abandon.
“Oh, that’s gorgeous,” Fritz coos. “I bet his tongue feelsso goodinside you, doesn’t it, my Songbird?”
With a nod, I moan.
“You gonna come again?” he taunts, “You haven’t had enough?” While he teases me, his arm moves faster, causing Caspian to jolt his hips.
“I— no? I can’t,”I really can’t.
With a laugh, he stops his movements, “Then I guess Cas doesn’t get to either.”
An angry growl escapes Caspian before he doubles his efforts, the gentle tonguing becoming a vicious, desperate press of his tongue against my clit. The harsh, almost painful circles are joined by two fingers buried inside me as he curls them up against my front wall. I gasp out, unable to stop the keening sound it turns into.
Fritz’s hand starts moving up and down Cas again, “Come on, Bel. You can give us one more.”
There’s no fucking way.
My lip wobbles as I try to plea for mercy, but nothing comes out besides a small whimpering scream.
Caspian’s desperate sounds vibrate against me, and even against my will, I know I’m about to fall apart again. I feel the tightness of my body, the way it’s trying to pull Caspian’s fingers in further. His eyes slip closed, focusing on my pleasure while taking his own from Fritz’s clawed hand.
“So close, aren’t you, baby?” Fritz taunts. While I’m not sure which of us he’s talking to, I nod anyway. “Come on, Sweets. Let go, let us have it.”
When I fall apart, it’s devastating. So intense that I go blind with pleasure; the only thing I can register besides the almost painful orgasm is the growl of Caspian’s release when he’s finally allowed to find it. Fritz groans with us, immensely enjoying the control he has over this moment.
Slowly blinking my eyes open, I’m met with Fritz’s demonic and satisfied grin. “You good?”
Imhmm, still not fully returned to this plane of existence.
When the fog clears, I peek at Caspian, where he sits on the floor.
Fritz chuckles, “That was amazing.” He eases my hair out of my face, eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort. When he’s satisfied that there is none, he adds, “I’mnevergoing a whole week without fucking you again.”
Caspian nods in agreement, and I laugh at the ridiculousness of it.
I’ve gone years without sex. Technically, my whole life until a few weeks ago. And now, I can’t hardly go more than a few days between mind-bending sessions.
I wonder if they’ve done all this to distract me from the horrific murder they’ve just admitted to. I’ll have to face it at some point. But just… not tonight. Right now, all I can face is the shower I desperately need.
Work Hard, Play Harder
Fritz
Work has become so gods damned boring lately.
I used to live for this job. The ups and downs of every customer. Knowing which customers would inevitably start a fight or which ones were there as an escape.
Now, it all just seems so… empty. Everything feels empty without Bel by my side. What kind of demon have I become? I live for every word that comes out of her mouth. I can’t sleep, waking up constantly to ensure her nightmares don’t consume her.
I have no idea what this feeling is. Why I want to give Bel everything she asks for.
