Following my eyes, Fritz glances behind him before returning his full attention to me, lowering to whisper in my ear again, “He’ll never admit it, but he wants to be teased just as much as you want to tease him. So let’s give him what he wants, yeah?”
I nod, bending over to grab my embarrassingly wet panties, pulling them down, and hissing when the cool air finally hits the dampness between my legs. Fritz moans, taking the outstretched underwear from my hand.
“OhChrist,they’re so wet,” he buries his face in them, closing his eyes and palming himself through his ruined pants. “Fuck.Stay right there.”
He steps away from me, walking towards Caspian with them in hand.What the fuck is he doing?He angles his body to lean over Cas, nearly straddling him on the couch. Caspian’s clawed hand is on Fritz’s hip, flexing like he wants to tear a chunk out of him, but I can’t see much more than that.
I hear a pained groan from Caspian, followed by a cruel laugh that must be Fritz. When he does ease away from the seated demon, I have to hold back a laugh, too. I’ve never seen something so… so fucking silly and still so goddamn hot and wicked. Caspian has myverywetunderwear draped— no,stretchedbetween two tines of his antlers.
“What do you think, Bel?” Fritz asks once he returns to me, a feral gleam in his eyes. “How’s he look?”
“Very handsome,” I reply, and it’s true. Cas is so fucking gorgeous right now, nearly vibrating with the need to leap off the couch at us, but he chooses instead to grip the armrest and back of it to stay put.
“Now he has to sit there and smell your sopping wet pussy without even being close enough to touch you. How long do you think he’ll last?” he teases, planting himself in front of me to block Caspian’s view again.
“Ten minutes, tops,” I grin, the adrenaline of scheming with such a wicked creature spiking. I can already feel my heartbeat pulsing between my legs, begging for attention.
“I don’t think he’ll make it four,” he chuckles, reaching up to run a clawed thumb across my bottom lip, “When I win, I get to fuck this pretty mouth again while Cas makes you come on his cock. Deal?”
“And if I win?” I fold my arms across my chest.
He taps his chin in thought before asking, “What do you want?”
“I want to watch you choke on Caspian,” I decide, “Like this.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he smirks. “Deal. Cas?”
After a second, I hear him grunt out, “Yes, fine. Your time starts now,” followed by the telltale chime of a timer starting on his phone.
Instantly, Fritz is on me, clawed hands pulling at the shirt while his mouth devours mine. When I’m fully bare, he runs those claws gently down my front, grazing both nipples and pulling a moan from my throat. The far too-large tongue caressing mine sends a flood to my already-drenched pussy, and I whimper against the intrusion.
Caspian’s growl fills the room, making Fritz’s grip on my hips tighten in response. I can feel his massive hardness pressing against my stomach, and I worry that there’s no possible way that thing could fit in my mouth. Part of me hopes Caspian can hold out until the four minutes is up, but the hubris part of me craves taking on the challenge. In the back of my head, I note that Caspian can’t see me, can only hear me, and the knowledge of how tortured he must feel makes my body heat.
Distracted by Fritz’s wicked mouth, the swipe of a claw across my clit has me jolting in surprise, a small yelp escaping me. He swallows down the sound, swiping across my swollen bud again.
“Oh, baby. Is all this for me?” he condescends. My jaw drops, unable to speak. “Poor little slut, getting all wet and needy for two nightmares come to life.”
I whimper again at his filthy, taunting words, chasing his mouth for more sloppy kisses. His claws grip the hair at my nape, yanking my head away from him to look down into my eyes. Holding me in place, he swipes through my wetness again, applying more pressure, and I moan again.
He stares at my face, watching my reaction as he focuses his ministrations, circling my clit again. And again.So fucking slowly.My eyes slip closed, the overwhelming pleasure rocking my body back and forth, trying to ride his fingers to chase the high.
“Don’t you dare let her come, Fritz,” comes Caspian’s panting breaths between the wet, rhythmic sound of him fucking his fist. I want to see him, see if he looks as fucking messy as I feel, but I’m lost in the sea of black before me. I’m drowning in him, in pleasure, in fear, even. He’s everything I should be running from, but I’m addicted to this darkness. To them both.
“She’s not gonna come yet, are you, Sweets?” he taunts. “She knows better.”
“Please,” I beg, eyes fluttering.
He chuckles, “You heard the boss, baby. No orgasms yet.” Lowering his voice, he adds, “He can’t see you though, can he? Can you be real quiet for me, baby? Can you come all over my fingers without making a sound?”
I shake my head, knowing there’s no fucking way.
“Yes, you can, Sweets. Come on, give it to me,” he urges. I’m so fucking close, writhing against his hand.
Yes. Oh, fuck. I’m-
The timer goes off.
Fuck! No.
