Instantly, the hand bringing me almost to rapture is ripped away, followed by the thud of two massive bodies hitting the floor in a tangle. The orgasm being torn from my grasp has me gasping for breath, but the sight before me stops it completely.
“You lose, Fritzy,” Caspian pants, “Open up.” He’s straddling Fritz’s chest, both hands gripping his antlers to hold his head upright enough to shove his already dripping cock between the other demon’s lips.
When he does, he groans in relief, working himself in as gently as he’s capable in his current state. Fritz’s position has him trapped, forced to take whatever Cas wants to give him. And he wants to give himeverything.
“If you even think about biting down, I’ll—fuck—” he moans, “I’ll tear you to fucking shreds and fuck Belissenda right here, bathing us in your blood while you stitch yourself back together.”
Jesus Christ.I’m so fucking horny I don’t think I’d even try to resist, as macabre as that vision seems.
Fritz just moans around Caspian’s cock, apparently not at all scared of the threat thrown at him. I stand, completely frozen, watching these incredible, terrifying men together.
“Come closer, my Dove,” Caspian urges me between grunting breaths, “Come see how well Fritz takes my spend in his throat.”
I take the few steps to be within his reach, unable to tear my eyes from the stretch of Fritz’s lips and throat around Caspian’s hard length. I have no idea how something that big could ever fit inside my mouth.
“Oh,shit.That’s it— fuck, that’s so good,” Cas mutters, thrusts getting sloppier. He uses one hand to control Fritz’s head, grabbing my ass with the other. I clutch one of his antlers to steady myself from being moved by his rough movements, careful of all the sharp points around me. He leans in slightly, stretching his long, pointed tongue to swipe between my tits, across one nipple, then the other. I cry out, clutching his antler harder and pulling him against me, aching for more of his wicked mouth. The rough treatment pushes him over the edge, a loud groan rumbling through the room before the filthy sounds of Fritz choking and struggling to swallow follow it.
He pulses his hips, riding the final waves of his orgasm before gently easing out of Fritz’s mouth and releasing a sigh of relief. He licks me again between heaving breaths; slow, languid drags across my skin as he pulls me closer and closer. Fritz collapsed to the floor the second he was released, eyes closed. If I didn’t know any better, I might think he was out cold. Or worse.
“Is he alright?” I ask.
“He’ll be fine. Could probably use a kiss, though,” Cas lets go of his hold on me, urging me down without standing from his position over Fritz.
Without missing a beat, Fritz puckers his lips dramatically, and I grin. Bending over him, I gently press my mouth to his. “That was incredible,” I tell him. “So fucking hot.”
A groan behind me spurs me to look back at Caspian, his eyes glued to the eyeful he’s getting from my current position. He reaches out, swiping a clawed digit through the wetness gathering between my thighs.
Gaze glued on mine, he sucks the soaked finger into his mouth and moans around it, eyes drifting closed in elation. “You’ve made her into a mess, Fritz,” he coos, “She’s so wet and needy for you. Better wake the fuck up before I fill her up with cum, too.”
“Wake up? If I were anyone else, I’d be dead. Gimme a fucking minute,” he pouts.
With a heaving sigh, Caspian stands, pulling me along with him to the loveseat across from Fritz. He settles us so my legs are spread embarrassingly wide from their position on his massive thighs, his still-hard cock rubbing against my ass, “Guess I’ll have to play with this dripping cunt all by myself then.”
Bow Before the Throne
Fritz
I’m pretty sure Caspian just tried to kill me with his dick. And yet, I’ve never felt so fucking alive.
Between the stunning, perfect woman waiting for me to make her scream and the downright savage way Caspian fucked my throat, my body is thrumming with energy. But something niggles at the back of my head. An emotion in this room that doesn’t quite belong.
Not moving from my spot on the floor, I ask, “Belissenda, darling, what’s bothering you?”
“What? Nothing,” she answers far too quickly.
I lift myself onto my elbows, watching how she wiggles in Caspian’s lap, naked and flushed from head to toe. My eyes are drawn to the apex of her thighs, spread wide open and glistening, calling to me like a god’s damned siren.So fucking beautiful.
I shake my head to clear it, fighting to focus on her words, not her body, “You would look at me right now and lie to my face?” I tsk. “You must know how foolish that is. I can feel the deception and worry bleeding from your pores.”
“As can I now. It is… quite strange,” Caspian admits.
“Well, I just…” she clears her throat, pushing Caspian’s wandering hand away from her tit so she can focus on my question. “I just think sometimes that, like… I can’t give either of youthat.” She gestures at me.
“Can’t give us what?” Cas asks.
“If one of you tried to fuck my mouth like that, I doubt I’d remain conscious, much less bounce back so quickly,” she pushes out in one breath, like the words escaped without her permission.
“Oh, Sweets,” I smile at my girl, rising to my feet and ignoring my raging hard-on that’s hellbent on distracting me. “Neither of uswantsto treat you that way. I would have been far more gentle on you than Caspian was to me.”
