“Show me how much you want me, Alice,” I demanded in a soft voice. I could only be hard with her until the moment I felt her stretched out on my cock. Then it was all soft commands and praise.
She sat on my lower half, her legs spread, her cunt impaled, and began to work herself up and down the length, whimpering and shivering as she went. A groan spilled from my mouth, my body relaxing to the pleasure of her sex and my delight at winning against Cheshire. He wouldn’t take Alice from me and now he knew that.
“Such a good girl, Alice,” I rasped. My eyes slid to where I suspected Cheshire was. I could feel his invisible anger rolling off him. She might want him but it was me she was risking to fuck and him she was denying.
“Faster, Alice,” I said and she worked herself up and down my cock. It drove me wild to have her so eagerly fucking herself on me and it also filled me with eager delight to know Cheshire was watching her disobey him, deny him, and choose me. My cock jerked inside her.
I licked my lips and groaned, my eyes nearly closing. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I gripped her hips and fucked up into Alice, filling her over and over so she squirmed and begged, making the head of my cock expand to open.
“Alice,” I groaned, holding the eggs in as much as I could. I hadn’t intended to do this again but now I knew she’d be forced to take it. I was going to fill her belly with my eggs and the idea made me fuck her harder. I shook, pumping into her, groaning, feeling my ovum travel up the length of my cock.
“Bare down,” I rasped, the deeper I was the easier it would be for her to take it.
“Don’t you dare,” Cheshire growled. Suddenly two clawed hands pushed us back on the bed so we toppled over—Alice on her back on top of me. A looming, angry smile was on Cheshire above us. With his bare hands, he pulled my cock out of her.
I came, my cock jutting up between her thighs so that I spilled my eggs in a wet mess on her belly. My arms reached around to grip her breasts as I lost myself to the pleasure. It was more than a normal orgasm. The ovum moving down my shaft and exploding out was mind-numbing. I groaned in her ear, massaging her scalp with my other hands.
Cheshire loomed over us, his hands on Alice’s legs, spreading her wider to watch my cock sliding back and forth across her cunt as I dropped eggs on her belly. I wanted to be buried in her cunt when I did this. It was so much better, especially with the noises it elicited from her—the whimpers and gasps, the small sounds of displeasure alerting me just how filled she was, stretching with my eggs inside her, a full belly distended with everything I was forcing her to take. But I enjoyed this situation as well, making an obscene mess of her.
“Cheshire,” she gasped. I pressed a hand to her mouth so she couldn’t say his name and shoved another hand between her legs, bringing her an orgasm because I’d never leave her unsatisfied. Never leave her wanting. I needed her pleasure and desire worse than I’d ever needed any drink or drug or warm cunt. I rubbed my fingers on her clit fast back and forth until she was bucking and screaming behind my hand. The movements and noises seeped into my skin making me groan against her.
My eyes bore into Cheshire as he shook above us. The anger in him was palatable. I should have feared it, but instead, it only made me feel more powerful in this heated moment. I’d worry for my life afterwards, right now I was high on what I had over him. Alice. There was no better thing in the world to have either.
“Too bad you haven’t felt just how good this cunt feels,” I told him with a rasp and a smirk. Viciousness stared me down with sharp teeth and claws. His tail snapped behind him in agitation.
Alice squirmed against me and came. Cheshire looked back to her and his pupils widened suddenly. I noticed he was hard and the ravenous desire on his face was so powerful I thought he was about to shove him inside Alice and feel the way she pulsed with her orgasm. His tip hovered over her.
His claws seemed to dig into her thighs until she whimpered and then he jerked them back, leaving little scratches, and grabbed her face in his palms.
“You know what this means,” he growled with a wide smile before switching his attention to me.
“I’m going to tell her,” he said before peeling himself off the bed and leaving.
Chapter8
Alice
“Shaheen,” I said, failing to hide the anxiety swimming inside me. He hummed, twisting me in his many arms until I faced him. There was certainly no denying what we’d done. If anyone else decided to come take a look they’d see the obscene display of blue-tinted, gelatinous eggs sliding off my body to settle on the sheets. I eyed them. He’d nearly put those inside me again and I had to admit, I was sad they weren’t there—big and heavy in my belly.
Shaheen’s upper hands slid across my cheeks, pushing pale hair from my face. Then he brought me in for a kiss that left me breathless and trembling. I could barely stand the way his tongue pressed into my mouth, insistent but slow as it tasted me and made me taste him back. Shaheen’s flavour was that of sex, roses, and smoke. I could taste the lingering sour note of yuzu as well, a memory of desire passing between us.
“I want to breathe you in,” he murmured against my lips before sinking his tongue into my mouth again. He pulled me tighter against him. Instead of imagining him breathing me, I imagined him eating me like a dessert he couldn’t get enough of. He’d take measured bites of my body until he couldn’t possibly eat any more. I doubt I’d even tell him to stop, just let him take all of me until there was no Alice left at all.
“Shaheen,” I sighed, pushing against his chest. It was a poor effort to stop him because I didn’t truly want to stop him. I would always lack the strength to deny myself him. Which is how I’d found myself in this situation in the first place. I’d do it again too—every time. It didn’t matter that he surely planned for Cheshire to find us.
A shudder rolled over my body as I remembered Cheshire holding my legs apart, dilated pupils watching as I had came beneath him. And Shaheen had been at my back, pressing groans into my ear like he was singing a carnal song.
Shaheen’s hands gripped my ass in the present, dragging my body against his hardening shaft. The bumped texture made my thighs shake. He held my face in a tight grip so he could watch my expression as he ground my sex against his.
Whatever he saw made him smile, a warm expression that took my breath away. It was such a deep look—one of longing and awe. It could almost be misconstrued as love but how could he love me so quickly? I’d had so many dreams of this it felt like I knew him much better than I should. Did he somehow feel the same?
“I must have you again.” The timbre of his voice was as much velvet across my skin as the texture of his caterpillar skin. My hands pressed to his chest, my fingers touching the edges of his piercings. My thighs kept shaking against his lower half as one by one, his appendages clutched me in a tight grip with no hope for escape.
“Oh Alice,” he sighed, fingers tracing those shivering thighs. He noticed everything and drank it in with his eyes and hands.
“You are my new drug,” he commented. “The liquor I wish to sip all day. The hit I need. I’m tortured when I can’t have you.” He held my face as an extra hand found its way between my legs, making me whimper. Shaheen watched my expression, his dark eyes soaking it in.
A small moan escaped me but I couldn’t ignore what had just happened.
