He tucks a dark strand behind his pointy ear, and each move is a display of casual grace.
Celeste nods.
“I do. No glamour, no tricks. We get to the bottom of this, you drain me of that cursed magic, and I am free to go,” she declares, encouraged by the tequila shots she had before dinner.
We move to the grand hall after dinner, and the air is charged. I feel the tension between us three drawing purple lines in the fabric of this dimension. And we all had one too many drinks.
Tarcyll notices it, too, and his straight nose greedily sniffs the air—he has just caught the scent of her heat.
Celeste sits on the sofa, wearing the white silk dress I gifted her. Fine golden jewelry clinks with her every move when she turns a page in the book, open in her lap. Probably a romance novel, I stacked up on these reads, hoping to excite her. And it seems that it’s working.
“Lift your skirt,” Tarcyll’s voice suddenly breaks the silence, and I freeze. Would such a demeanor work on our human or put her off? Her scent gets thicker and heavier, and I feel my cock straining against my robe. The ache becomes unbearable as I watch her hesitate yet follow his order, obediently putting her book aside and raising her dress. She holds her knees together, yet I can glimpse her glistening rim.
“Open your legs and show us this pussy, Celeste,” Tarcyll demands, unzipping his designer pants. His hard cock spills out, and the human stares at it, hypnotized, like a doe before a hunter, yet she obeys. My erection is at its full stretch when the spymaster starts stroking his length.
“Touch yourself.” His rough demand whips the air. Without hesitation, her slender finger descends to her folds and starts rubbing her most sensitive spot. Tarcyll is stroking his cock roughly, pearls of desire dripping from his massive, engorged head.
“Spread yourself wide for us, Celeste. Show us what we are about to have.”
Celeste’s caresses are getting more intense; it seems like his game turns her on. Her delicate fingers stretch her labia wide, and I can see her pink, pulsating opening, the nectar of her desire spilling onto the couch. I have never been so close to madness.
“I will have you now,” Tarcyll declares, and the woman dips her finger deeply into her slit. “I will try all your holes,” she winces at these words and adds a second finger, sliding them in and out in a frenzy. I cannot resist this temptation and lower my robe, releasing my throbbing member. I please myself slowly when I watch the other male pounce at the human, tall and imposing in his perfectly tailored navy suit with just a few buttons open to show off his fit, tattooed chest.
He gently trails his finger along her jaw, lifting her face. Their eyes meet, and I savagely rub my cock as I watch him shove his massive erection into her mouth. Oh, how I crave that sensation again, her wet hotness giving in to my brutal thrusts—
Celeste chokes on his length, saliva trickling down her chin and onto the floor. The spy grabs her nape, controlling her movements, and I’m growling, crazed by the view of her luscious lips around his thickness, jealous of the pleasure he is experiencing right now. I stand up and stride toward them, Tarcyll noticing me and inviting me with a mischievous smirk.
“Join me at this divine feast, priest,” he rasps.
I kneel before the couch and pull her tiny hand away from her folds. Her fingers are dripping, and I lick them, a low rumble of pleasure coming from my chest, before turning my attention to her heat. I drool when I take her precious pearl between my lips, sucking on it while pumping my cock with my fist. Celeste freezes, startled by my ministrations, but Tarcyll doesn’t halt his assault on her mouth. I suck and graze her pink bundle of nerves, and my finger spreads her folds and sinks into her tense, hot slit. I can feel the other Hunter brutally defiling her, her whole body shaking with his mighty shoves. A rip of fabric startles me, and I lift my eyes from my feast to see her heavy breasts bouncing above me. Tarcyll has torn her gown open and is now filling his greedy hands with her supple flesh.
I can’t resist this temptation and rise to take a nipple in my mouth, teasing the tender skin with my fangs while the spy roughly gropes the other, his cock still shoved deep in Celeste’s throat. I grab and knead the tempting flesh and moan at the feeling of her heavy sphere in my large palm.
I meet the corner of her gaze, and there is a plea in her teary eyes. I know exactly what she needs and rub my dripping tip over her folds. A deep moan confirms that I am right, and I slowly enter her, my eyes devouring the sight of her pink glistening flesh stretching around my cock.
So wet and so tight. Tarcyll ceases his onslaught and takes a step back to enjoy the view, her saliva dripping from his massive manhood. His eyes appear black in the candlelight; feral hunger has dilated his pupils.
For a moment I am afraid that he will morph into his bloodthirsty beast form, and I speculate if he will defile her with his enormous cock or tear her apart. Or both. But the spy keeps himself in check, and I turn my attention back to Celeste.
I wrap my arms around her thighs and lift her, capturing her swollen lips in a kiss. She hangs on to me as I lay down on the sofa, my shaft still buried deep inside her, placing her on top of me.
Celeste purrs, enjoying this new position that gives her more control, and impales herself on my cock frantically, her jolting breasts an offering to my hungry mouth. I violate her nipples with my tongue, my arms groping the firmness of her backside, spreading it wide.
Tarcyll, the villain, has snuck behind her, biting his lower lip while savoring how my blade pierces her.
“Oh, brother, you should see this,” he hisses, “how greedy our little human is!” then stalks toward Celeste’s backside.
“I promised you I would have all your holes,” he rumbles and bends over her, and I feel her stiffen.
“So wet,” the male murmurs in her ear, “so tight. Now open up for me, Celeste. Let me in.”
I can feel him pushing inside her other opening as suddenly, her hole gets impossibly tight, and I sense the pressure of his relentless cock behind the thin layer of flesh. Celeste releases a moan that drives us both crazy, and we resume our movements, finding some savage harmony between our thrusts. This is bliss I have never thought possible.
I feel her clenching around my steel, her moaning more intense, her nipples pebbled and shoved into my face. I know that her climax is nearing. I quickly withdraw from her, leaving her hissing in disappointment. I gesture to Tarcyll, and he pulls out, too. Swiftly, I lift her body, her limbs hanging helplessly like a rag doll, exhausted from our rough ministrations, and lay her flat on her back. Without wasting any time, I shove my length between her lips, losing myself to the feeling of having her that way, too.
“Now I will try this sweet tight cunt of yours,” the spy rasps, and I explode when I see his firm cock slowly disappear between her swollen pink petals. My seed fills Celeste’s mouth and runs down her face, and she tries to pull away, yet I bury myself even deeper, pinning her down to the red velvet of the couch, sensing the resistance of her throat against my tip. Oh, I would gladly trade all eternity for the feeling of my aching balls pressed against her silky face.
I’m panting, my knees are weak from my soul-draining climax, and I withdraw and watch her flesh bounce while Tarcyll savagely pounds into her. He shoves himself all the way in, murmuring words in our language that make me blush ferociously. Our human shudders, convulsing. Then the miracle happens again. Her skin starts glowing.