Page 124 of Wicked Magik
“Such hardship,” I replied and stood up from my seat. I kicked off my shoes and pants, letting my shaft swing free. It would be too painful to keep restrained.
Then I heard a small voice come from our sweet pet’s lips. “Crawl.”
Oryx chuckled darkly. “That’s it, pet, tell him to crawl to you, worship you.”
Vesper continued to look between Oryx and me. “Is that what you want, pet?” I chided. “For me to eat this pussy with Oryx’s come inside you?”
Vesper’s face deepened to a deep red.
Oryx’s hand traced up her thigh and to her breast. “She reads dirty books, but speaking these things, hearing them, doing them, is taboo to her.”
I smiled. “We should remedy that.” I sank to my knees and removed my tunic. Vesper went to sit up but Oryx pushed her back down on the couch. She didn’t struggle.
I took my time and crawled up onto the couch, luckily the couch was long and I was able to comfortably settle myself between her legs. Her scent, along with Oryx's, was present. Come leaked from her pussy and I opened my mouth and settled my tongue on her clit.
Her back arched immediately and Oryx pushed her back down. “That’s it, pet, let him taste us.”
Vesper's breath hitched as my tongue circled her sensitive spot. I could taste him on her, his seed mixed with her own sweet nectar, creating an intoxicating elixir that I couldn't get enoughof. I lapped at her, my tongue delving into her, gathering every drop of their combined release.
Vesper's hands found their way to my hair, gripping tightly as she moaned and writhed beneath me. I could feel Oryx's eyes on us, his gaze burning into me as I pleasured our mate. His presence was commanding, even when he wasn't the one touching her. I could feel his dominance, his control, and it spurred me on, my tongue working faster, my lips sucking harder.
"That's it, Veylor," Oryx growled, his voice a low rumble. "Make her scream."
Vesper's back arched again, her breasts heaving as she panted. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, slick and hot, gripping me tightly. I curled them, finding that spot that made her cry out, her hips bucking against my face.
Oryx leaned down, his tongue finding Vesper's mouth, swallowing her cries. He cupped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, his touch echoing the rhythm of my fingers inside her. We were in sync, our sole focus on bringing Vesper pleasure.
Oryx gripped Vesper’s hair. “Get her on all fours, she wants something to suck on, don’t you pet?”
I licked my lips and helped her get onto her knees, Oryx directed me to lay under her and pull her pussy to my face. I dove in again with my tongue and heard Vesper choke on what I knew was Oryx’s dick.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My cock throbbed, aching to be touched, to be inside her. But this was her game, her rules, and I was more than willing to play along.
Oryx grunted, his hips moving slowly, fucking her mouth gently. His hand was tangled in her hair, guiding her pace. I could see his balls, heavy and full, and I couldn't help but reachup and cup them, rolling them gently in my hand. He groaned, his cock twitching in Vesper's mouth.
"Fuck, Vesper, Veylor," he rasped. "That's good."
Vesper hummed in agreement, her hips grinding against my face. I was coated in her, in them, and I couldn't get enough. My tongue delved deeper, my fingers working her faster. Her moans were coming more frequently now, her body tensing.
She was close.
“Is Veylor taking care of you? Doing a good enough job of that sweet pussy? I can sense it.”
Oryx hips moved faster. "Come on, pet," he growled. "Come for us. Let Veylor taste you. Grind your pussy into his face. Let me feel your desire while you suck me down."
She ground herself into my mouth and her body convulsed, her scream was muffled by Oryx's cock. I lapped at her, my fingers drawing out her orgasm, her walls clamping down on me.
She pulled off him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Oryx leaned down, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting himself, tasting her. I slipped out from under her, my body aching with need. But I knew better.
This was for her.
This was a test.
From both of them.
Oryx picked up Vesper from the couch and cradled her in his arms. She was limp, her eyes closed.
