Then there was his cock, and he knew exactly what Rosalind was staring at. The soft ridge at the top, sides, and underneath that differed so much from Lazerath’s nubbed shaft despite serving a similar purpose when it came to demon intercourse. The ones that, with the slightest flex, would flare and flutter to assist in pleasuring a partner.
Dav stretched those fins now, just enough to display what they were before flattening them again and gripping himself. “Open up, Rosalind. You wanted that distraction, didn’t you?”
Lazerath died.
He was dead.
That was the only way he could describe the experience of watching Rosalind look up at Dav through her lashes. Open her mouth. Flatten her tongue as he tapped the tip of his length against it.
And then he died again as he watched Davarox’s cock disappear beyond her cheeks, slipping halfway into her mouth before he retreated again. Tested the depth. A back and forth as he found a way to slip just a little bitmore inside.
“Fuck,” Dav grunted out, free hand going to the top of her head so he could grip her hair. “Tap if it’s too much.” Then his eyes flashed to Laz and morphed into a glare. “Is there a reason you’re not fucking her?”
Laz reoriented himself, slipping the tip of his cock inside her heat and groaning. “Oh, like everything you’re doing right now isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life. Excuse me for enjoying the view a bit.”
“Enjoy the fucking feel before I do it myself. Rosalind needs to be screaming around my cock—fuck!”
For as much as Laz and Dav had a rhythm, it was poetic that at the same time Laz drove up, Rosalind stretched forward and took Davarox’s cock to the back of her throat and choked.
“Fuck, fuck,” Laz groaned, his curses drowned out by Dav’s.
Rosalind’s heat was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, walls clenching tight as he gripped her hips and began a slow pace, inching deeper with each thrust. Letting her adjust until he was fully seated.
Davarox had recovered, fingers tangled in her hair as he took control again. Never too long, but enough for tears to roll down Rosalind’s cheeks as she moaned around his length.
“What a little liar,” Dav murmured, holding himself to her throat before retreating, letting her gasp for air. “You thought you couldn’t take him, but listen to that slick sound as he fucks you all the way to the hilt.”
Lazerath’s grip tightened over her hips, pulling her down to him and rolling her around so that nub of pleasure ground against him. “Gripping me so tight, beautiful. Like you don’t want me to leave. Are you going to come on my cock?”
Rosalind whimpered, swallowing Dav’s cock before he pulled out completely, saliva dripping down her chin. “Please, I’m close.”
Davarox smiled, holding the base of his cock. “You know how to get what you want, baby.”
She nodded, mouth falling open again as she leaned forward and took his length without question. And the moment she did, Lazerath unleashed himself. He drove into her, groaning as her walls squeezed and slid along his sensitized nubs. He’d dream of this moment for the rest of his life, hear these sounds in fantasies where she moaned and cried, the noise muffled by how thoroughly she took Dav as well as she took him.
It was pure fucking bliss when she came, the same fluttering of her walls that he felt on his tongue earlier, pulsing and gripping him so tight he nearly gave in to the desire to thrust a few more times and spill inside her.
But he fought it. Left himself entirely still as she ground down and took what she needed while Dav continued to praise how her throat vibrated so prettily around his cock.
The moment she sagged, Dav yanked himself out. Stared at her as she caught her breath. Studied her face with awe.
Then he smirked, and Laz knew exactly what he had in mind before he moved. With hands and tail,Davarox had her lifted and dragged down the bed, her face settling between Laz’s legs as her ass was pulled into the air.
“One more, baby. Swallow him down and let me feel you come before I’m done.”
There was a hint of exhaustion on her face, but Rosalind didn’t act like it. Without question, her wet mouth wrapped around the tip of Laz’s dick.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, then had to stop himself from bucking when her whole body lurched forward as Davarox plunged into her. Laz’s length tapped the back of her throat and he tossed his head back. “Oh,fuck.”
Rosalind wasn’t just the sweet, overthinking human who needed lists and anxious fidgeting. She was a fucking menace, her tongue swirling and tasting every inch of him as she found a matching pattern with Davarox’s thrusts.
“I’m going to come, beautiful,” Laz groaned.
“Already?” Dav grunted without any malice.
As if that fucker was any better. With just a quick look, Laz knew the bastard was just as close.
“I can feel you too, baby,” Dav panted, hips slapping against her ass. “Swallow every fucking drop he gives you, and then you’re mine.”
