“You’re being too fucking loud. Shut up. We don’t want you waking Abraxas,” Bennett said.
The pixie wasn’t capable of following the order. I doubted I would be either, if I was feeling the press of a thick, immense cock against my hole. When Kirin breached him, just one inch, he wailed. Bennett got over to them and grabbed Waylon by the hair, pulling him so he was no longer bent over the bed, suspended in between the two giant men.
A knot had swelled at the base of Bennett’s cock, and he shoved the thick length into Waylon’s mouth. I watched it happen, and then our eyes met again. And when my gaze drew up, and up, and up some more, I met Kirin’s yellow eyes too. Bennett had moved them so he faced me. He was slack-jawed, the rest of his body tense from the pleasure swamping him.
“S-sorry,” I mumbled, fingers trembling on the door and making a valiant attempt to close it.
“If you’re going to watch, you should find a better seat,” Bennett said, gesturing into the room.
“Um, I don’t need to watch.”
“But you want to. There’s a reason you didn’t head right back out the door the moment you opened it. We won’t touch you or go near you.”
“I’ll watch her,” Kirin said, his jaw tense once again. “She got me this worked up, I won’t be able to help myself. No offense, Waylon, but I like pussy and tits a lot more than I like ass and dick. A hole’s a hole, but the visual isn’t the same.”
“Waylon doesn’t take offense,” Bennett spoke for him, grabbing his head with both hands and making him choke on the length. “He likes being used and knowing he’s only a warm hole to you.”
I was still standing in the doorway, trembling, but I couldn’t make myself leave. I wanted to see if Waylon’s ass sucked in Kirin’s cock like it had done to his fist. On autopilot, my arm finally closed the door. Only, I was inside and not outside.
“Does he really like it?” I asked, looking down at him. Visually, his expression was blissful beneath the streaks of tears. I was having a hard time believing he asked to be treated like this, though.
Nodding vigorously, Waylon pulled off Bennett’s cock, and the man let him. “Yes.”
“And what if you stop liking it?”
“There’s a safe word. It’s kiwi.”
“You have, um, your mouth full,” I said, glancing at Bennett’s cock. The glance lingered.
“I pinch him, or as a last resort I can use my magic. Sometimes my hands are bound too.”
His eyes glazed, and a small smile curved his lips. A long moan left him when he tried to grind back against Kirin’s cock, the orc holding him still. His tail had a mind of its own, caressing the smooth skin of Kirin’s chest. He’d sufficiently put to rest my worries about this being non-consensual.
Soon his mouth was full again, smothering any further moans. Bennett had the hint of a smirk gracing his cheeks, something wild in his eyes. This man flipped a fucking switch. Sweet and reasonable, to this absolute beast. Cruel. Cocky.
“Get a better view where you can see Kirin enter him,” he said. “His face is pretty, because he’ll be choking on my cock and trying to scream, but watching his ass take orc cock is something else.”
Swallowing through my dry throat, I took a few steps to the side to improve my view. By the door, I was still two metres away from them and had a quick escape if anything went south. So far, the only thing going south was all the blood in everyone’s body. My pussy throbbed, dampness coating my panties.
“Got your view?” Kirin asked, still only pressed an inch inside.
When I nodded, he wasted no time in slamming his hips forward. His entire length filled Waylon all at once, right down to the thick base. Like Bennett had said, Waylon screamed and cried, body caught between both men and struggling to get away. I was surprised he wasn’t pinching Bennett already, because right now he looked… well, fucking wrecked.
Seeing him in this state was so fucking hot.
“Awe, are you struggling to take all this cock?” Bennett asked sarcastically, sliding his hand down from Waylon’s hair to wipe away one of his tears. “That’s too bad, isn’t it? We’re going to cover you in cum, make a mess out of you, and use you however we want. Your comfort doesn’t matter.”
I was struggling to figure out where to look, but when he said those words, Waylon’s cock twitched. And jumped. And pulsed, cum spraying as he screamed around Bennett’s cock again, his body trembling. The orgasm lasted longer than I’d ever seen, his cock making a valiant effort before finally starting to soften.
Bennett laughed.
“Remember what I said about you being a cum slut? You came from nothing more than his cock in your ass and me telling you to shut up and take it. No one even touched your tiny little cock. I bet you’ll come again before we’re done too, so hard it hurts.”
Waylon’s cock was far from tiny, simply being proportional to his small body. He whimpered though, taking the insult to heart. “Go on, Kirin. Fuck him. Tear his ass in two while I choke him with my cock. I bet he would love if I shoved the entire length down his throat, filling his mouth with my knot. Wouldn’t he?”
He nodded as well as he was able, considering Bennett hadn’t given him a break from sucking.
“Sucks for you. Sluts don’t get knots. I don’t want my knot going in your filthy fucking mouth. Definitely not your over stretched ass.”
