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Fey whimpered, muscles shaking, as Jasper knelt on the couch in front of her. He held himself, stroking his cock as he tilted her head up.
Fey didn’t need to ask what he wanted. The answer was written in his crooked smile as he looked down at her, fingers gently sliding over his length. Wordlessly, Fey opened her mouth.
They entered her together, Jasper slipping between her lips and Alastair filling her dripping pussy in one hard thrust.
She tried to scream, the pleasure of having Alastair stretching her so soon after coming almost unbearably good. But she could only make a sound like a whimper, deep in her throat, her mouth wrapped tight around Jasper.
She couldn’t think, could barely breathe as they took her together. Alastair fucked her hard, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room as he pounded into her. Jasper was gentler, but not by much. He held her head in place as he moved himself in and out of her mouth, pushing deep enough to hit the back of her throat and holding himself there long enough she thought she might choke.
“Do you like this, Witchling?” Alastair asked. Fey couldn't speak, couldn’t make a single noise with Jasper so deep inside her, but it didn’t seem to matter. Sweeping his thumb over her clit, Alastair wet it with her own arousal before bringing it up to her ass.
Fey made a strangled noise as Alastair rolled his thumb over her hole, teasing her with it.
“Such a shame we can’t fill every hole,” he said, voice hitched as he pounded into her. “Maybe you need a third male, Witchling?”
“No,” Jasper said. His grip on her hair tightened, and Fey moaned around him as his pace quickened. “No one else… She'sours.”
Alastair laughed. “That’s right, puppy. All ours.”
Pausing with his cock to the hilt inside her, Alastair held her in place for a moment, not moving. Fey barely had time to wonder what he was doing before she felt a warm drip of saliva as he spat on her ass, sliding it toward her hole.
This time, he did more than tease her. Alastair’s thumb slipped inside her, moving in and out in time with him as he began to fuck her once more. Fey let out a shriek, and Jasper swore.
“There,” Alastair said, voice guttural. “All full.”
She didn’t have a chance to decide if she enjoyed it, to decide if she liked having them filling her so completely. The orgasm that took her came out of nowhere, slamming into her with so much force her whole body shook.
Her throat opened wider, and Jasper pushed himself further into her mouth. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, could only shudder over and over again as she came.
Just when she thought she might be on the verge of passing out, Jasper moved back, pulling his cock from her mouth. Fey gasped for breath, body shaking. He let her catch her breath for just a moment before pushing back between her lips.
Alastair’s hands gripped her hips, rocking her back against him as he slammed into her, entirely focused on chasing his own pleasure now.
“Are you close?” Alastair asked through gritted teeth. With a groan, Jasper nodded.
Alastair reached out, wrapping Fey’s long red hair around his hand and gripped it hard. Suddenly, Fey’s head was yanked back, Jasper’s cock popping out.
“Open your mouth,” Alastair gasped from behind her. “Stick your tongue out, Witchling.”
Body arched and head thrown back from his grip on her hair, Fey obliged. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, and Jasper gripped himself, staring down at her.
“Fuck,” he said, hand moving quickly over his swollen cock. “Keep that mouth open wide, gorgeous.” He swore and gave a startled bark as he came, shooting over her tongue.
Fey moaned, and Alastair roared from behind her, burying himself deep inside her and shuddering his own release. She could feel every pulse as he filled her.
Alastair had been right. He knew exactly how to work up her appetites, each and every one of them.
Chapter 46
AMALIA
Seated on her bed, watching her reflection in the mirror, Amalia made a face, twisting her mouth in distaste.
“I was thinking about cutting it,” Amalia admitted, touching her brown curls. She ran her fingers through the ringlets, trying to straighten them, but they just bounced back into place as they always did. Amalia sighed and glanced at Vee, with her shorter hair, enviously. “I don’t know if long hair is really… me.”
Vee cocked her head to the side, considering.
“I don’t know,” she said, scooting closer until their knees were touching. Amalia sucked in a breath, as Vee reached out and touched one of her ringlets, running the hair through her fingers. “I kind of like it long, you know?”
