Once he’s finished with his mission of wringing all the pleasure possible from her body, he lays his head on her thigh, looking up at her with such need and adoration I’m unsure he’ll ever be willing to move. But we cannot stay here. And Bel certainly cannot stay here like this lest we catch the attention of some well-meaning person who would then have to die for seeing what is only ours to worship.
“Get up here and get us home Fritz,” I tell him.
“Come sit with me, Cas,” Bel taunts and her sweet cunt calls my name.
I chuckle, exiting my door and getting into the back beside her, “Are you so needy that you cannot wait until we’ve returned home to have more orgasms?”
“Oh, no,” she coos. “I think it’syourturn for one. You didso goodlistening and you deserve a reward.”
She paws at my pants as Fritz starts to drive us home, adjusting the mirror to have a perfect view of her taking my cock down her throat all the way to the hotel, swallowing every fucking drop of the cum I fill her mouth with.
As the three of us pour ourselves through the door in a tangle of limbs and mouths, I think again how lucky I am to have this life. These two are the most important beings I’ve ever known. And they are mine to keep forever.
Ten
Bel
“You know she cannot take us both in that form, Fritz,” Caspian taunts, nose running along the side of my neck. “Her soft little body won’t be able to handle being stuffed so full.”
Less than five minutes we’ve been home from the driving lessons, and somehow, they’ve already got me trapped between them on the couch. Fritz’s demonic gaze crawls all over my body while Caspian holds me captive.
Fritz groans, and his eyes slip closed, “Of course she can. She was made for us.” His jet-black eyes open and lock on mine, “Weren’t you, Bel?”
I’m speechless, lost in his swirling gaze. All I can force is a small nod and a heaving breath, thinking of what’s to come.
“Well, if you insist,” Caspian chuckles against my shoulder. Suddenly, I feel him growing, the shape of his body pressing against my cradled form in new ways. I swallow before looking at the now very familiar face of his demon, white eyes the starkest contrast to Fritz’s.
“Hello, Little Dove,” he growls, licking my neck and forcing me to break out in goosebumps.
“Hi,” I squeak out.
“Off,” he grunts, pulling at my clothes, not wasting any time— or syllables— to make his intentions clear.
“Slowly,” Fritz adds, eyes dancing across every inch of mine and Caspian’s forms where we lay. He holds out a hand to help me up, and I take it, careful of his sharp claws. Once I stand, he breaks his terrifying character for just a moment, leaning his head down and urging his antlers at me, “Wanna feel? You didn’t get a chance before and they’re super soft.”
I smile, reaching up to run my fingers along the ridges, all velvety smooth and bumpy. Fritz’s shudder and sigh make it clear that he enjoys the attention as much as I love giving it to him. Done with my perusal, I gently grip both and pull him down for a kiss. He wastes no time, burying his hands in my hair and holding me in place for his plundering tongue.
He pulls away at Caspian’s warning growl, nipping at my bottom lip as a parting gift, “Strip, Sweets.”
With all the practice I’ve had lately, I’ve certainly grown more comfortable letting them see my body, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop being a little nervous about it. I can see Fritz’s eyes as they gaze at me, but I can only feel Caspian’s, and the combination of the two sends my body into overdrive.
I unbutton the shirt I’m wearing, one of Caspian’s, and watch Fritz lick his lips as he stands in his half-torn clothing, ruined from his shapeshift. In an attempt to tease them a second longer, I keep the shirt on, leaving one button fastened, giving Fritz only a stripe of bare flesh from my neck to my navel. Reaching underneath it to the pants I’m wearing, I work them over my hips, gently wiggling until they’re far enough to fall to the floor.
I kick them off and stand still, staring at Fritz in challenge, wanting one of them to lose control of their patience. One corner of his mouth quirks up, not a smile, but close enough for me to count it as encouragement.
“Belissenda,” Caspian growls behind me, sending shivers up my spine, “I believe you were given very clear instructions.”
I hum in thought, “I am stripping. And I’m doing itslowly.Just as requested.”
“Very slowly,” Fritz chuckles, wanting to push Caspian as much as I do. “Come here, Songbird.” He walks backward with an outstretched hand. I follow, a puppet on the string of his clawed fingers.
Once out of reach, Fritz spins us, blocking me from Caspian’s view and earning another growl from the more possessive of my monsters. His mischievous grin grows as he leans in and whispers, “Take off just your little panties and hand them to me.”
“I-”
“Please,” he adds.
Unsure of his game, I hesitate and peek around to where Caspian is seated, our eyes locking. Obviously, he could get up at any time if he wanted to see me; why isn’t he moving?
