Page 132 of Wicked Magik
I haven’t taken an ass in this form, I do worry I would stretch him beyond his capability but we are both different from our fae forms. He was different, and so was I. Thankfully, I am self lubricated and I will go as slow as I must to sink myself into his body.
I groaned as I watched my finger disappear inside him.
His body tensed, then relaxed, allowing me to slip further into his warmth. I paused, letting him adjust to the intrusion, beforeslowly moving my finger in and out, twisting it gently to coax him open.
Veylor shivered beneath me, his breath hitching in a way that sent a wave of desire crashing through.
My cock throbbed violently, dripping thick ropes of seed onto the mattress as Vesper's raw, unfiltered thoughts crashed through my mind. Her desperate hunger to watch us rutting like animals, the vivid parade of positions she craved to witness. Veylor bent over the table, pinned against the wall, me buried to the hilt…tore through my restraint, threatening to shatter me completely before I'd even begun.
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath.
I couldn’t wait for Veylor and I to fuck her all at once.
Veylor gritted his teeth, his thoughts intermingling with Vesper. I tuned out Vesper only because there were too many raging thoughts in my head. I had to concentrate on only one and I must make Veylor comfortable. I was large, and I could not ruin him.
Yet.
Veylor groaned when he felt my second finger probing his ass. This time I let my come coat the second finger.
I leaned down, my free hand gripping his shoulder, teeth nipping at his ear. "Are you ready for more?" I murmured, my voice a low rumble. He nodded, a small whimper escaping his lips, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. I was careful, so careful, as I added another finger, scissoring them to stretch him wider.
Veylor cried out, his head reared back.
"Oryx," Vesper gasped from the corner, her voice strained between pleasure and frustration. "Enough teasing." Her fingers worked frantically beneath her bunched skirt while her other hand kneaded her breast, her eyes never leaving the scene before her.
I took in a large breath, sniffing the air. So much arousal, so much to fill me.
I withdrew my fingers slowly, savoring the way Veylor's body clung to them. His legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath him. With firm hands, I steadied his hips, guiding him into position. "Press your forehead against the mattress," I commanded, my voice thick with desire. "I want that perfect ass raised high for me."
Veylor whimpered.
“Pull those cheeks apart, let me see that asshole.”
Veylor obeyed, exposing himself completely. I coated his entrance with my natural lubricant, watching as it glistened and trickled between his cheeks. My tentacled appendage pulsed against his opening, the tiny suckers caressing and preparing his sensitive flesh with gentle, hungry motions.
Veylor groaned. “Feels good. Mmm.”
My tentacles pressed against him, the suckers detecting an unexpected flavor, something sweet and foreign where I should only taste skin. I paused my advance, though my sensitive organs continued their gentle exploration, pulsing and tasting his hole.
“You taste of… pastries. Cinnamon and spices.” I tilted my head and Veylor looked up over his shoulder.
“I didn’t want you to taste inside me.” He blushed. “There is a spell to change the way things taste and well…”
Vesper gasped. “You changed the flavor of your asshole?”
Veylor blushed and nodded.
I leaned my head back. “Tastes good. I like it.”
“Does your come taste like pastries?” Vesper smirked, biting her lip.
Veylor’s mouth opened and closed. “I… can make it taste like anything you want.”
Vesper giggled. “This is so interesting.”
I grunted. “If you are both done talking, I’d like to fuck his ass now.”
I pushed in slowly, a groan tearing from my throat as his heat enveloped me. He gasped, his hands fisting the sheets, but he didn't pull away. I sank deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed within him.
