Page 57 of Caged

“Yes,” he says through gritted teeth. “My little prey wants to be filled with Gryn cocks in all her holes.”

I gasp.

He pushes his face close to mine, a wicked smile spreading his lips and revealing vicious fangs as his finger dips inside my pussy and the thick digit stretches me, his thumb circling my bottom hole.

“I need you stretched around both cocks, prey. You need to be punished for running and punished for being caught.”

I gush with moisture, covering his hand as I shudder over him. Sylas removes it, and I groan at the loss. He lifts his knee to keep my legs apart as he raises it to his mouth and slowly licks off every last drop, loudly and salaciously.

“Tasty, just as I expected. But this doesn’t mean your tight holes get a reprieve, prey,” he says, dark and dangerous. “It means I get to take you slowly until you scream my name to the stars.”

My body vibrates, as if he has me on an invisible string. He releases my neck, but before I can move, he captures both wrists and raises them above my head before gazing at me for a long time. All around us, the lights increase in intensityand brightness, the air filled with fragrance and numerous soft noises I can’t quite place.

“Little prey to devour,” Sylas says. “Little prey to plunder.” He turns me around and releases my wrists at the same time he grasps my waist, knocking me off balance so I slam my hands into the soft moss on the tree. “Little prey to fill.”

He notches his cocks at my entrance.

“Slowly,” he rasps. “Because you have to take all of me.”

My pussy gives easily as he breaches my channel. I arch my back up as he slides slowly inside me, a slippery thumb playing with my tight pucker, which is followed by his clawless finger breaching the ring of muscle, and I tighten.

“Breathe, little feather,” he croons in my ear, hot body covering mine. “Breathe and let me in.”

He withdraws a short way, and his secondary cock is pressed against my g-spot, sending everything haywire and my body pulsing around him. Sylas presses his advantage, working in his finger farther and then curling it so I can’t even remember my own name.

The orgasm I experience is like being spun in a beautiful warm sea. I don’t know which way is up, and I simply do not care. Not while Sylas is doing things to both my holes which are at once pleasure and pain, sheeting my vision to oblivion.

His slow, lazy withdrawal and return thrust, coupled with the movement of his finger, are beautiful agony, the pleasure death he promised being drawn out until his digit is removed and something much larger presses at my dark entrance.

“Hold on, prey. It is time for you to take all of me,” he growls, and my body responds with a pulse I feel from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes.

His main cock pushes back into my pussy as his second cock claims my virgin bottom hole. The stretch is intense, dark, and delicious as he holds my hips and slides himself in. The silkysmoothness of his second cock is at once as delightful as it is different.

“Oh!” I cry out as he seats himself inside me. “Full,” I gasp, entirely unable to move, my body wrapped around him, trapping him and luxuriating in him.

“My second cock is self-lubricated, for your pleasure, prey,” Sylas says through gritted teeth. “But I can no longer go slowly, not now you have taken all of me.”

All I can do is release a soft moan of encouragement because I can’t do anything more, the orgasm I need hovering right at the edge of being. So, when he withdraws and plunges back, I’m gone, my limbs useless. He cradles my body in his strong arms as I’m mated to within an inch of my life and more.

“Alex,” he rasps. “You will be the death of me.”

And then he comes, hot cum filling both my channels, my tight pucker pulsing as he shudders over me, my pussy milking his main cock for everything it can. I need Sylas, I want him, he belongs in me as I belong to him.

In this forest, in the dead of night, while all around us the apros continue their mating dance and many, many more apros are made.

SYLAS

Iadore my mate.

I adored her before now, her patience with me, her soft touch and voice, the way she smells, the way she feels underneath me or riding my cocks. But tonight is something else.

Alex is something else. Running wasn’t her first choice, but she let me lose control in a way I don’t think I have ever done before. She set me free.

The way she fits in my arms after I’ve nearly plowed her into the ground is incredible. Her smile, the one only for me, the one which lights up the night even brighter than the apros, is something I want to sear on my brain, so I see it even when I close my eyes.

“As pretty as all of this is, I’m getting a little cold,” Alex says as I kiss her once more. “I’d say you could chase me home, but I think walking will be a challenge at the moment.”

My heart pounds at the word “chase,” but this time I control myself as I lift her to her feet, curling a wing around her fragile body. Instead I let the word “home” wash over me.

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