Rach

"You still can't" said Gran, who sits beside him, with a knowing smile. Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she takes a sip of her drink, setting the glass down gently on the white tablecloth.

"You're right, Gran," Caleb agrees, turning his attention back to you. His gaze is intense, a mix of fondness and something darker, more possessive. "I still can't say no to her. Never could."

He picks up his fork to start eating but accidentally pushes his spoon to the floor with his elbow. He leans down, his chair scraping softly against the hardwood floor as he bends to retrieve the fallen spoon under the table. His eyes can't help but wander over your legs. They trail up your calves, over your knees, and come to a sharp halt when he notices something that makes his heart skip a beat. Or rather, the lack of something. His eyes linger for a moment, drinking in the expanse of smooth, tanned thigh that's been revealed by your slightly spread legs.

Straightening up, he sets the spoon on the table, his movements deliberate and slow. There's a new tension in the set of his shoulders, a coiled energy that wasn't there before. As he takes his seat once more, he doesn't meet your eyes right away. Instead, he busies himself with his own plate, cutting into the tender meat with precise, almost angry strokes. But as he lifts his fork to his mouth, his gaze finally meets yours. There's a depth of emotion swirling in those violet eyes, feelings he can barely contain. Desire, possessiveness, a desperate longing that borders on obsession. It's all there, laid bare for you to see.

His grip tightens on the fork, knuckles turning white as he fights the sudden, overwhelming urge to toss it aside. To lean across the table, to take your face in his hands...and claim your mouth with his own.

Caleb's eyes darken with lust as he watches the sensual movement of your throat as you swallow. The sound of your moan, sweet and breathy makes his heart beat against his ribs like a caged animal desperate to break free. "Does it taste as good as you remember? "I made it just the way you like it," he murmurs, leaning forward slightly. "I remember everything about what you like, pipsqueak." His tone is teasing, but there's also something darker on the way he says your old nickname.

"It's delicious Caleb" said Gran, before you had a chance to answer him, breaking the tension between you.

He sits back in his chair, trying to compose himself even as his heart continues to race. He can't let Gran see the true depths of his feelings, the all consuming love and lust that threatens to swallow him whole.

"That's great, Gran," he says, his voice only slightly strained. "I'm glad you both like it." He forces a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Those violet eyes remain focused on you, even as he tries to engage in the conversation.

"Remember when you and Y/n used to fight over the last piece of meat?" Gran asks, a fond smile on her face. "You two were always so competitive, especially when it came to food."

Caleb's smile tightens "Yeah," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "I always made sure she got the last piece. No matter what." His tone is light, but there's another meaning beneath the words. A promise.

You look over at Gran, a bright smile on your face when you say "Gran, I'm meeting up with a friend tonight. We had plans to go out since friday" You stand up, gathering your dirty dishes and silverware. "I'll just put these in the kitchen and then I should get ready."

Caleb watches, his eyes glued to your every move as you carry your dishes to the kitchen. The sway of your hips, the gentle bounce of your hair with each step...it's all seared into his mind.

He forces himself to turn to Gran, to keep up the pretense of a normal conversation. But his mind is elsewhere, already conjuring up a dozen ways he could stop you. 

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Caleb stands in your doorway, his tall frame filling the space. His hair is still slightly damp from a recent shower. His arms are crossed over his broad chest as he watches you get ready. His eyes follow your every movement, from the way you brush your long black hair, to the quick application of makeup.

"Did you forget," he says, his voice low and slightly accusatory, "that you had to do the dishes and I had to do the cooking?"

He steps into your room, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft, sound. The space suddenly feels smaller, the air thicker, with his presence dominating every inch of it.  He reaches out and plucks the hairbrush from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. "Here," he says softly, holding the brush. "Let me help you finish getting ready."

You look up at Caleb, a flicker of annoyance in your eyes as you take the hairbrush from his hand. "I didn't forget," you say, your voice a bit sharp. "I just got distracted. Besides, I thought you had more important things to do than keep track of whose turn it is to do the dishes." You turn back to the mirror, running the brush through your hair with more force than necessary. "And I didn't ask for your help," you add, "I think I can handle getting ready on my own."

Caleb watches as you finish brushing your hair, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the mirror. He sees the flicker of irritation in your gaze, hears the sharpness in your tone. As you turn to leave, he clears his throat, his voice a low rumble that stops you in your tracks. "You're forgetting something, pipsqueak," he says, a hint of that old teasing to his tone. But there's something darker, something that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

He takes two long strides towards you, closing the distance between your bodies in an instant. His large hands find your waist, strong fingers splaying possessively over the curve of your hips. He pulls you back against his chest, your body molding to the hard planes of his own like two puzzle pieces clicking into place.

In the mirror, your eyes meet, locking in a charged gaze. You feel his hands fist the fabric of your skirt. He pulls and tugs, the skirt riding higher and higher on your thighs with each yank of his wrists. The cool air of the room brushes against the newly exposed skin, sending a shiver racing up your spine.

"Caleb..." you protest, your voice a mortified whisper as you feel your skirt being hiked up past your thighs. But he doesn't listen, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he exposes you completely.

Your blush deepens as you watch, uncomfortably aroused, as he finally reaches the hem of your skirt. The fabric pools around your waist, leaving your bare cunt on full display in the reflection. The sight of your glistening folds, makes your heart race and your core clench.

Caleb's breath grows heavier, his chest rising and falling more rapidly against your back. His grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place, trapping you against him. His eyes, dark and hungry, rove over your reflection, taking in every intimate detail.

"Were you really planning on going out like this?" he asks, "Or were you just trying to tease me...again?" His fingers flex, digging into your hipbones hard. He leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I've told you before, pipsqueak. If you want something...ask for it."

His eyes bore into yours in the mirror, a intensity burning in their violet depths. Ask me, they seem to say. Ask me to touch you to taste you, to claim you again. Beg me to fuck you until you can't walk straight.

He watches as your lips part, your breath coming in short, sharp pants. He waits, his heart pounding in his chest as he anticipates your response. Say it, he thinks. Say you want me. Say you need me. Beg me to touch you like I've been dying to.

"I...I..." you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. He smirks, a curve to his lips as he watches you struggle to form words. So cute, so innocent, he thinks. He leans in closer, his teeth nipping your ear as he whispers, "Go on, pipsqueak. Say it."

"Caleb...please" you whimper, your voice barely audible but dripping with desperate need. It's all the encouragement he needs. Caleb reaches down and slowly lowers the zipper of your skirt and it slides down your legs until it pools at your feet, leaving you bare from the waist down. And just as quickly, Caleb makes short work of his own clothes. His shirt joins your skirt on the floor, followed by his jeans and underwear. His cock springs free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.

Before you can do anything he takes your hand, his fingers curling around yours as he leads you to the chair where you sat just moments ago. He sits down, his bare skin warming the cool leather, and pulls you to stand between his spread thighs. The heat of his body envelops you, making your own skin prickle with awareness.

He looks up at you, his eyes glinting with a dark, possessive light as he takes in your reflection . His hands come to rest on your hips, fingers splaying over the bare flesh of your ass as he holds you in place. Mine, his eyes seem to say as they rove over your naked form.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a sensual rumble. "So fucking beautiful. And all mine." His hands slide around to your front, one coming to rest low on your belly while the other cups your mound possessively. "This is what you do to me, baby. This is what you make me want."

Caleb moves his hands to grip your hips once again as he slowly lowers you onto his lap. His cock, hard and thick, slides between your folds, the thick head nudging against your entrance. You feel the heat of him, the pulsing of his flesh against your most intimate place, and it makes your head swim with need.

A moan escapes your lips as he settles you fully in his lap, his thick shaft nestled snugly between your thighs. Your back arches, pressing your breasts out as you throw your head back against his shoulder. Caleb's lips find your neck, pressing hot kisses to the sensitive skin as his hands roam your curves.

"Fuck, baby," he groans against your neck, his hips rocking up slightly to grind his cock against your dripping slit. "You feel so fucking good. So hot and wet and ready for me."

Caleb's hands slide up your sides, his fingers skimming over your skin until they reach the hem of your shirt. Without pausing, he tugs it upwards, exposing your flat stomach and the cute little belly button that sits above your cunt but he doesn't stop there, he keeps going, pulling the shirt and your bra up and over your breasts until they spring free, bouncing slightly from the sudden release. Your tits, perfect handfuls are now on full display in the mirror. The cool air of the room makes your nipples tighten and pucker, begging for attention. His hands cup the soft mounds, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he squeezes and kneads. His thumbs brush over your nipples, teasing the sensitive peaks until they're stiff peaks.

"Fuck, look at these perfect tits," Caleb groans, watching your reflection as he plays with your breasts. "They're even more gorgeous than I remember. I can't wait to get my mouth on them, to suck and bite and mark your beautiful skin." He rolls your nipples between his fingers, pinching and tugging on the sensitive buds as he rocks his hips up against you. His cock slides between your folds once again.

"Oh god", you whimper, feeling your pussy clench and flutter around nothing. "Oh fuck, Caleb"  Your hips start to move on their own, grinding down against the hard length of him as your body craves more stimulation. The mirror reflects your desperation, your tits bouncing in his hands as he teases and pleases you.

Caleb's voice is a commanding growl in your ear. "Lift your hips, baby. Just a little bit, that's it." You feel his fingers around your throat, his large hand spanning the delicate column of your neck. His other hand slides down your body, over the soft swell of your belly, to wrap around your thigh. He squeezes the supple flesh, his fingers sinking in as he spreads your leg wider, opening you up to him. You feel the cool air against your dripping core, making you shiver.

Caleb takes advantage of your new position to line himself up with your entrance. The thick head of his cock nudges against your folds, slipping between them to catch on your hole. You feel the heat of him, the hard, throbbing flesh pulsing with need.

"Watch, baby," Caleb commands, "Watch as I claim this pretty little cunt. Watch as I make this pretty pussy mine."

He starts to push forward, his hips rocking up as he sinks into you inch by inch. The mirror allows you to see every moment, every second of your joining. You watch, as your body stretches around his thick cock, your walls fluttering and clenching as they struggle to accommodate his size. Caleb's eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense and consuming. Mine he thinks, watching your expression morph with pleasure. This is what you were made for, baby. To take my cock, to milk it with this greedy little cunt. His hand tightens around your throat, not enough to cut off air, but enough to make you feel owned, claimed, possessed.

Caleb starts to thrust up into you, his hips rocking and rolling as he drives his thick cock deeper and deeper into your tight, clenching heat. And you find yourself meeting his thrusts, your own hips rolling as you take him in. The mirror shows you every detail of his thick cock disappearing between your thighs, only to reappear coated in your arousal.

Caleb keeps your leg spread wide, his hand gripping your thigh hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. He holds you open, keeping you in place as he fucks into you with deep, powerful strokes. The other hand remains wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing lightly against your racing pulse.

"Fuck baby," Caleb groans, his voice ragged and rough with lust. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. So hot and tight and perfect." He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust, his pelvis slamming against you as he bottoms out inside you. You can see it, see the way your body swallows him up, see the thick ring of milky white arousal forming at the base of his shaft where he's stretching you open. It's filthy, it's obscene, but it's so fucking hot.

His thrusts become more urgent, more insistent, as he chases his own release. The mirror reflects your bouncing tits, the flesh jiggling and swaying with each powerful surge of his hips. Your mouth is open, soft gasps and whimpers spilling from your lips as you lose yourself in the sensation.

Caleb's eyes are glued to your reflection, watching your every reaction. He sees the way your head lolls back, your eyes glazed over with lust. He sees the string of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. "Fuck, look at you," a surge of pride and possessiveness rushing through his veins. "Look at how much you love taking my cock."

"Tell me, baby, didn't you wear any panties today, just to tease me? To make me want to bend you over and fuck this pussy raw?" Caleb grins wickedly as you nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "That's my girl" he says, feeling a thrill of satisfaction at the knowledge that you deliberately left your pussy bare and exposed, just for him. "Such a naughty little tease, getting me all worked up."

"Keep your legs open for me, baby," Caleb orders, his hand squeezing your thigh harder as he spreads you wider. "I want to watch this pretty cunt as I make you come all over my cock." Then you hear him spit, the cool wetness drips down between the valley of your breasts, trailing down your stomach before dripping onto your pussy. Without wasting a second, Caleb smears the spit around your clit, using it as lubricant. His fingers circle the sensitive nub, rubbing tight, quick circles as he feels your body tensing. Your clit swells under his touch, peeking out from beneath its hood as he strokes and teases and pleasures you. He keeps rubbing, as his hips never stop their rhythm. The mirror shows your body shaking, your tits bouncing, your mouth open in a silent scream as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. Caleb feels your scream building, hears the way your breath hitches and catches in your throat. In a flash, he brings the hand that was on your throat up to cover your mouth, silencing your cries before they can escape and alert Gran of your activities.

But then your teeth sink into the flesh of his palm, biting down hard enough to make him hiss in pained surprise. The sudden, sharp sensation sends a jolt of adrenaline through his body, pushing him over the precipice. Your orgasm crashes over you, your body seizing and shaking as ecstasy whites out your mind. Your cunt clamps down around his cock, walls rippling and fluttering as they try to milk him for all he's worth.

The feeling of your pussy spasming around him, combined with the throbbing ache of your bite,its too much for Caleb. With a moan that he muffles against your hair, he hilts himself inside you and lets go. Thick, hot ropes of cum paint your insides as Caleb's cock pulses and throbs. His hips jerk and stutter, spurting his seed deep inside your cunt as he fills you with his essence. It seems to go on forever, wave after wave of thick, sticky cum pumping into your hole as Caleb marks you, claims you, makes you his.

As the intense waves of your shared orgasms start to fade, you feel Caleb's lips press soft kisses along the column of your neck. His touch is gentle now, almost reverent.

You can feel the thick mix of your combined releases starting to leak out around where you're joined, your over sensitive flesh twitching at the sensation. Caleb's fingers find the source of the dripping wetness, gathering some of the pearly essence on his fingertips.

"Open up, baby," Caleb whispers as he removes his hand from your mouth. "Taste us. Taste what we made together." His fingers press against your lower lip, smearing the sticky fluid across the soft flesh. Almost unconsciously, you part your lips, allowing him access to your mouth. Caleb takes advantage, slipping his finger past your lips to rest on your tongue. The taste of your combined releases floods your senses, the slightly bitter, salty flavor of his cum mixed with the sweeter, tangier essence of your arousal. It's an intoxicating combination that makes your head swim.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Caleb groans, watching your face intently as you suck on his finger. "Seeing you taste our cum, taste the proof of how good we are together."

He slips out of you making you flinch "You better get ready now, pipsqueak, you don't want to be late for whatever plans you have today. But..." His hand tightens in your hair, tugging lighly.

"...when you come back home to me, I'll be waiting. I'll be here, ready to pick up right where we left off." Caleb's other hand slides down to grip your hip possessively, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "We only have a few days together, after all. And I plan to make every single second count."

Rafayel's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he navigated through the crowded city streets, slower than necessary. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink.

"You know," he began, voice laced with a touch of impatience but also a hint of something softer, "you could have just stayed home and I would have understood" His finger tapped an erratic rhythm against the wheel, and he sighed. "I just...I wish we had more time together, just the two of us. Without all this..." He waved a hand vaguely at the windshield, as if gesturing to the world beyond the car.

"Tell you what cutie," he said, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes "if you give me a good enough reason, we can turn around right now. Leave all this nonsense behind and find somewhere... more private."

His lips curved into a playful smirk, a silent invitation hanging in the air between you. The car rolled to a stop at a red light, and Rafayel cocked his head to the side, one eyebrow raised in question. Waiting. Always waiting for your response.

"Nooooo, you actually need to show up this time Rafayel," you say as you looked inside your purse for your lipstick.

"I know, I know," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "You're right, of course. I can't just...skip it." He trailed off, jaw clenched tight.

The light turned green, and Rafayel pressed down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. He gripped the wheel tighter. "I just...I hate all the pretension. The fake smiles, the insincere compliments..." He shook his head, a look of distaste on his handsome face. "I'd rather spend the time with you, not stuck in some stuffy room filled with people I don't know."

"Have you seen my lipstick? I swear I left it here the last time I used it." You asked still looking through your purse

"Yes, it's back there somewhere..." he murmured. Rafayel watched as you hastily unbuckled your seatbelt, leaning over to rummage through the backseat. He couldn't help but let his gaze linger on the tantalizing curve of your back. Suddenly, you let out a small 'ah!' of triumph and straightened up, holding the tube of lipstick. In doing so, you lose balance for a moment. His eyes widened as he noticed your dress riding up, revealing the tantalizing sight of your bare skin above the seat of your panties... except there were no panties. His foot slipped off the accelerator, the car momentarily slowing.

For a moment, he forgot about the traffic, the show, everything. The world narrowed down to the sight of your exposed skin, the absence of any fabric that should have been there. He swallowed hard, a wave of heat coursed through him, and he gripped the steering wheel tighter to stop his hand from reaching out to touch. He wanted to trail his fingers up the smooth skin of your thigh, to feel the warmth beneath his palm.

"Cutie..." he breathed out, voice low and rough with sudden desire. He tore his gaze away from the tempting view, forcing himself to focus on the road. But he couldn't unsee the image burned into his mind.

Rafayel took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure as he watched you sit back down and apply your lipstick, oblivious to the effect your little display had on him. He swallowed hard, his pants suddenly feeling far too tight and constricting. He forced his gaze back to the road, but he could still see you in his peripheral vision, the way your lips pursed and pressed together as you applied the color. He imagined tasting that lipstick, tasting you, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Almost there," he muttered, more to himself than to you. He just needed to get through this damn show, and then...then he could focus on indulging in the fantasies running wild through his imagination.

He parked the car in the furthest spot from the gallery entrance, the tires crunching on the gravel as he brought the vehicle to a stop. He turned to you, a grin spreading across his face, eyes glinting with mischief. He reached out, tracing a finger lightly along your jawline, tilting your chin up towards him. His thumb brushed over your newly applied lipstick, smearing the vibrant color slightly.

"Mm, I like this shade," he murmured, voice low and flirtatious. "It reminds me of the color of your lips when I've kissed you breathless...on all of your lips. You see, I remember exactly what you look like, all pink and swollen and glistening, when I've had my face buried between your thighs for hours," his voice was a low, hypnotic rumble. "When I've licked and sucked and teased your clit until you're writhing and begging for release. His hand slid down to your knee, fingers trailing up along your inner thigh, inching higher and higher. His touch was electric, setting off sparks of pleasure that raced through your veins. He watched the blush spread across your cheeks, your thighs clenching together at his bold words. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne.His fingers inched higher up your thigh, his touch bold and purposeful. You knew that somehow he had figured out your little secret. The heat in his gaze told you that much.

"Open your legs for me, cutie, let me see those pretty lips again, the ones that are hiding from me right now." His hand slid higher, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs. He didn't touch you directly, not yet, but he was close. So close that you could feel the anticipation building, could feel your core starting to throb with need.

"Come on," he purred, "don't make me wait. I know you're not wearing anything under that dress. I saw a glimpse of paradise back there."

He licked his lips, eyes gleaming with hunger. "Now be a good girl and open up for me, like you did last night when I had you spreading yourself wide open on my tongue."

His breath hitched as you slowly parted your thighs for him, revealing your bare pussy. His eyes darkened with lust at the sight. "Fuck,..." he breathed, voice rough with desire. "Look at you, so pretty and pink and ready for me." His fingers traced teasingly along your slit, not quite touching, just barely grazing your skin.

Rafayel didn't seem to care about the growing crowd in the parking lot. His focus was solely on you, on the sight of your bare cunt glistening in the fading light. He leaned in closer, the leather of his car seat creaking as he pulled it back giving himself more room.

He slid his hands under your thighs, gripping them tightly as he pulled you closer to the edge of your seat. Your dress rode up around your waist, fully exposing your bare, glistening sex to his eyes.

"Wrap your legs around my shoulders," he commanded, settling between your thighs. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you won't care if the whole fucking world sees." His hands gripped your lower back tightly as he pulled you up and forward, your head resting on the armrest, your legs draping over his shoulders. He could feel the heat radiating off your core, could smell your intoxicating arousal. It made his cock throb and ache with the need to be inside you.

"Fuck, I can smell how much you want this," he groaned, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "You're fucking drenched. So wet and ready for me." He leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to take a long, slow lick up your slit. He moaned at the taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. "Delicious," he murmured, before diving back in for more.

"Oh god, Rafayel!" you gasped, back arching off the seat as his tongue delved deep into your aching core. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight as jolts of electricity raced through your body. His hands kneaded the globes of your ass, pulling you harder against his mouth, his tongue plunging in and out of your soaked pussy.

Rafayel glanced up, taking in the now crowded parking lot. The closest car was a few spaces away, but still within clear view of anyone who cared to look in your direction. He could see people already heading towards the gallery entrance but he was too far gone to care. All he could focus on was the intoxicating taste of you on his tongue, the way your body trembled and quaked beneath his touch.

He licks you again, this time slower, he flattens his tongue and licks you from the bottom up, going particularly slow over your pulsating clit. The pressure builds as he finally does what he knows will be your undoing. His tongue swirled up to your clit with the perfect amount of pressure and you loose yourself to him and the thrashing of his tongue on your clit. The coil deep in your stomach curled painfully tight when he sucked your clit into his mouth, a strangled cry escapes you as your body falls over the edge, he plunges two fingers inside of you as you cum, and the bliss is catastrophic. You no longer cared to hold back the scream or to stop your thighs from clamping his head firmly between them.

"That's it, cutie," he praised, voice rough and ragged. "Fucking soak my face. I want everyone to know I'm the one who made you feel this good."

He didn't let up until your body went boneless, slumping back against the seat, chest heaving as you gasped for air. Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug and thoroughly satisfied grin on his face. Rafayel quickly tugged your dress down, covering your cunt as he fumbled for his phone on the console between the seats. He put it on speaker and dialed Thomas's number, his thumb hovering over the call button.

Thomas picked up on the second ring, his voice filtering through the car's speakers. "Hello? Rafayel? We were starting to think you wouldn't make it to-"

"Hey, listen," Rafayel interrupted, his voice still rough from his exertions. "I need you to do me a favor. I...I won't be able to make it to the show tonight, something came up." He shot a meaningful glance at your flushed appearance, biting back a smirk.

"Tell everyone I apologize for my absence and that I'll make it up to you all soon. I have to take care of something important" He ended the call abruptly, not giving Thomas a chance to protest, and tossed the phone aside. The engine roared to life as he put the car in gear and drove out of the parking spot, leaving the gallery behind.

"Where are we going?" you asked breathlessly, still trying to catch your breath from the intensity of your orgasm.

You pause, hand hovering over the doorknob as you take a deep breath.

Steeling yourself, you open the door to find Caleb standing there, a smirk playing on his lips. He looks different than you remember, harder somehow.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you here"

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You recall the heated conversation with Zayne and Sylus not long ago. They had been livid when you told them about your encounter with Caleb in Skyhaven.

You saw Sylus move, you knew he was leaving, he was going to look for him, he was going to hurt him.

Zayne had spoken up, his voice ringing out with authority even as Sylus stormed towards the door in rage. "Stop. She doesn't want you to hurt him."

Sylus paused, glancing back at you with a scowl. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt. When he found none, he let out huff. "He deserves it. He is like a brother to her, why would he do that? You were supposed to take care of her there, Zayne. Where the hell were you?"

Zayne's gaze softened as he looked at you, a hint of tenderness in his eyes despite the tension. "I was working" he explained, though his jaw clenched at the reminder of the tragic loss. "I didn't know he was alive. And we lost two kids..." He trailed off, pain flickering across his face before he pushed it down. Turning to you, he reached out to gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. "And he is not like a brother to her, Sylus. He is so much more than that... isn't he, darling?"

You blushed and Sylus' eyes narrowed as he looked between you and Zayne "What is that supposed to mean?" His eyes piercing through to your very soul. "What is he to you then?

Zayne beat you to the answer, his thumb still crooked under your chin. He gazed at you tenderly, a small smile playing on his lips. "They've been in love since they were teenagers," he revealed, his tone almost nostalgic.

Sylus scoffed, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. "Teenagers? That was years ago. People change." Despite his dismissive words, there was a flicker of something unsettling in his eyes, jealousy, perhaps?

Zayne let go of your chin, his hand drifting down to rest on your shoulder as he turned to face Sylus. His expression was serious. "Caleb is not going to give up on her," he stated, "I've known him since we were children"

As if to challenge this, Sylus strode over to where you sat, his tall frame looming. He knelt down in front of you, bringing himself to eye level. His eyes searched yours as he asked, "Aren't we enough for you, Y/N ? Do you want us to step aside and let him have you?"

"She..."

Sylus held up a hand, silencing Zayne. He turned to you, his gaze unwavering. "No, let her answer," he said, leaving the decision squarely in your hands.

You felt the hot tears spill down your cheeks, your voice choking with emotion as you pleaded, "Please don't make me choose. I can't..." The thought of losing any of them was unbearable.

Zayne's eyes flashed at Sylus, his jaw clenching. "He doesn't share, he won't agree to this"

"Well, he has to," Sylus said "Because our greedy little kitten here doesn't just want the two of us..." His gaze raked over you "She wants him too."

He reached out, his fingers catching a tear on your cheek and bringing it to his lips. His tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of your sorrow. "Tell me, sweetie," he murmured. "How are we supposed to share you with a man like him?"

And so you talked about it.

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"Did you see my forgiveness coupon?" he asked, his voice low, almost hopeful, but with an undercurrent of something more, a desperation he could hardly hide. "Because I think it's time I cash it in."

"You think so?"

"I know so" Your heart races as Caleb steps closer, the air between you thinning with each step. You see the hope in his eyes, the desperate longing. Just as his face begins to dip down, his intentions clear, you hear Zayne's stern warning behind you.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Caleb's head snaps up, his eyes locking with Zayne's over your shoulder. Zayne's stance is protective, his body language making it clear that he won't hesitate to intervene.

Caleb's smile didn't reach his eyes, a cold, calculating glint remaining as he regarded Zayne. "Long time no see, Zayne," he drawled. His gaze flicked back to you, lingering on your face, before he turned his attention fully to Zayne.

"What are you doing here?" Zayne asked, his voice tight.

"I'm here to talk to Y/N" Caleb said, "So if you don't mind, I'd like some time alone with her." His words were polite, but they sounded like a demand.

"No," Zayne said, his voice rising slightly, a clear refusal "I don't think that's a good idea." 

"Zayne..." You try to speak, but before you could utter another word, Caleb cut you off, his smirk growing wider and mocking.

"I think Y/N can decide on her own who she can or can't talk to," Caleb said. "It's not like she belongs to you," he added, throwing the jab at Zayne.

"She belongs to us"

Your eyes widened in shock as Sylus abruptly walked in through the open door.

In an almost aggressive move, Sylus stepped towards you, his fingers gripping your chin firmly. Before you could react or pull away, he crashed his lips against yours in a kiss. It was branding, a claiming, his way of staking his territory in front of Caleb.

When he finally released you, leaving your lips tingling and your mind reeling, Sylus stood tall and turned to face Caleb. He stepped forward until he was standing in front of him, his broad shoulders squared and his chin held high. With a smug, almost challenging smirk, Sylus looked at Caleb and asked, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"So this is what you were doing in the N109 zone?" Caleb asked, a mocking chuckle escaping his lips.

Sylus merely smirked wider, unfazed by Caleb's hostile demeanor. "Ah, so you must be the adoptive brother then. Caleb, wasn't it?" He spoke as if he already knew the answer. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." His voice dripped with false sincerity. Despite the pleasantries, the air remained thick with tension as both men stared each other down.

Caleb's expression shifted, a mix of disgust and anger flashing across his face as the true nature of the situation sank in. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "So I see," he said, his voice was tight and laced with contempt. "You've been pretty busy, haven't you, Pipsqueak?" he sneered at you, before turning his glare back to Sylus. "I never took you for the sharing type Y/N. You always kept your little secrets close to your chest, especially when it came to..." He paused, letting out a harsh laugh. "Well, everything. I'm surprised you'd let this..." He jerked his head towards Sylus and Zayne. "...be a part of your life, let alone your bed."

Zayne stepped forward "Watch your mouth," he growled at Caleb, his protective instincts flaring. " Don't you dare speak to her that way."

You squeezed your way between Sylus and Caleb, your voice rising. "What? You want to call me a slut?" you demanded, your eyes flashing with anger and hurt. "Go right ahead, at least I wasn't a coward for years!"

Caleb recoiled as if you'd slapped him, your words striking a nerve. His eyes flashed with a mix of anger, hurt and guilt. For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words, your accusation leaving him momentarily speechless.

Into the tense silence, Sylus chuckled darkly, a hand coming to rest possessively on your hip as he pulled you back against his chest. "Well," Sylus murmured "Looks like my little kitten has claws after all. I do so love a feisty one."

Zayne remained tense, his eyes locked on Caleb. He seemed to be holding back.

Caleb's jaw worked as he struggled to find a retort, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Finally, he spoke. "You're right," he said, "I was a coward. I should have acted on my feelings long ago. But I'm here now." His gaze bored into you, intense and searching.

"Are you willing to share Colonel?"

Caleb's eyes flashed with a dangerous light at Sylus's words "Share? I don't share what's mine," he growled, "Y/n is not some toy to be passed around." His eyes flicked to you longing in their depths before he turned back to Sylus.

Sylus tightened his grip on your hip, "Everyone's entitled to their opinion, but I have a feeling our little kitten here knows exactly what she wants," he purred, "Don't you, Y/N?"

You closed the remaining space between you and Caleb, your voice steady and clear. "I do" you said, your gaze locked with Caleb's. Then, with a newfound confidence, you continued. "Sharing doesn't mean you have to pass me around or take turns, Caleb. If you want me, cash that coupon and show me you truly mean it, once and for all." Your words were a challenge, daring him to finally make a move and stop holding back.

Caleb leaned in, his lips brushed against yours in a whisper, his breath hot "I'm sorry," he breathed, the words a desperate plea before he pulled back and turned towards the door.

He paused for a moment, his hand gripping the doorknob tightly as if weighing his options. Then, with fierce determination, he muttered under his breath, "Fuck it."

Caleb slammed the door shut and strode back towards you. Before you could react, he had you in his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a messy kiss. It was a collision of teeth, tongue and pent up longing, a kiss filled with all the years of desire he had held back.

This was a moment you fantasized about for years as a teenager, and now it was finally happening.

As you wrapped your legs around Caleb's waist, lost in the heat of the moment, you heard Zayne's voice cut through the haze. "Take her to the bedroom, Caleb"

Caleb didn't hesitate, his hands gripping your thighs, never breaking the kiss. He carried you towards the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest as he finally gave in to the desire that had consumed him for so long.

He kicked open the bedroom door and laid you down gently on your bed, his body hovering over yours, his eyes shining with a hunger that took your breath away.

"Tell me this is what you want," he whispered "Tell me you want me as much as I want you." In the doorway, you could see Zayne watching, his expression unreadable, but his eyes never leaving you. 

Caleb's eyes darkened with desire as you whispered those four words, "I want you, Caleb." A growl rumbled in his throat as he watched you start to remove your shirt, revealing the skin beneath.

Sylus and Zayne stood side by side in the doorway, their eyes fixed on you. Sylus's expression remained smug, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, relishing the sight of Caleb giving in to his base instincts.

Zayne, on the other hand, looked to be a mix of emotions, the stoic doctor's composure was slipping, revealing a man consumed by jealousy and an urge to assert his own claim. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he watched Caleb worship your exposed skin with reverent touches.

Caleb's fingers splayed across your stomach as he leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss, his tongue claimed your mouth.

"Fuck," Caleb rasped against your lips "I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you for so long." His hands slid down to grip your ass, squeezing it as he ground his hardening cock against your core.

Then he paused, his hands gripping the waistband of your pants as he slowly dragged them down your legs. He tugged the fabric past your knees and ankles and tossed it aside, leaving you in only your bra and a pair of delicate panties.

He took a moment to drink in the sight of you, his gaze roaming over your curves, a look of desire etched onto his face.

"Beautiful," Sylus murmured, his deep, smooth voice cutting through the charged silence. "Isn't she?"

Caleb's chest heaved with a shuddering breath as he tore his eyes away from your nearly naked body to look at Sylus, a flicker of defiance perhaps, or just plain annoyance, flashing in his eyes. But before he could say something, Zayne spoke up.

"Touch her, Caleb," he ordered, "Make her feel good."

Caleb's attention snapped back to you, his hands already moving to the clasp of your bra. He unhooked it, the scrap of lace falling away to reveal the soft, rounded swells of your breasts. He took a moment to admire them, before leaning down to press open mouthed kisses along the delicate line of your collarbone and the swell of your breasts.

"These tits are what wet dreams are made of" he whispered against your skin.

Without hesitation, he spread your legs apart, hooking his fingers into the fabric of your panties tugging them to the side. The material strained against your hip, baring your most intimate place to his eyes.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, "So fucking wet and ready for me." He couldn't resist, his fingers delving between your folds to spread your lips apart. The sight of your aroused flesh, so inviting and eager, made his hard cock throb painfully against his pants.

Unable to hold back any longer, he pushed two long fingers deep inside you and sucked the sensitive peak of your nipple as he felt your walls flutter and clench around his fingers, your body welcoming him in.

"Oh god, Caleb!" you cried out, your back arching off the bed, the soles of your feet pressing against the sheets as you instinctively spread yourself further for him, giving him complete access to your cunt.

Sylus watched Caleb finally take what he had long craved. "Such a needy little thing, isn't she? I bet she's going to look even better stretched around your cock."

Your eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensations of Caleb's fingers pumping in and out of your dripping sex, his mouth lavishing attention on your sensitive nipples. The pleasure was overwhelming, your body writhing beneath his touch.

Suddenly you heard Zayne's voice, startling you with his proximity to the bed. Your eyes flew open to see him standing close, his gaze intense and focused where Caleb's hand disappeared between your thighs.

"Curl them," he instructed, his voice a husky rumble. It took a moment for the words to register through the fog of arousal clouding Caleb's mind.

"Huh?" Caleb glanced back at Zayne, his brows furrowing in confusion. His fingers stilled inside you for a moment, but didn't withdraw.

"Curl your fingers inside of her, Caleb. She likes that."

Caleb's gaze flicked back to your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, before he turned his attention back to your body. Following Zayne's advice, he curled his fingers inside you, pressing against a sensitive spot deep within your core.

"Ohhh!" you cried out, your voice pitching higher as a jolt of intense pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched even further, your hips bucking against Caleb's hand as he began to stroke that perfect spot.

"That's it," Sylus murmured. "Make her scream for it."

"Fuck, I can feel you clenching around my fingers like they're your last lifeline," Caleb growled, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. "You like that, don't you? You like having my fingers buried deep inside you?"

Caleb's gaze never left yours as he listened to your breathy cries, watching your face contort with pleasure. "How badly do you want to cum, princess?" he asked, his tone almost teasing. His fingers slowed their pace, sliding out until just the tips remained inside you.

"S-so badly, Caleb please!" you nearly sobbed, your hips bucking frantically, trying to force his fingers back inside you.

Caleb looked deep into your eyes, his intent clear, then he buried his fingers back inside you, pushing in so deeply that his knuckles pressed firmly against your sensitive skin. At the same time, he lowered his head and captured your nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he gritted out, his fingers pumping faster, "I can't wait to feel your perfect little pussy squeezing my cock."

He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

"So fucking pretty," his voice was rough with desire as he drank in the sight of you coming undone. "Struggling to take even my fingers like this. But you're going to cum for me, aren't you Pip?"

Unable to form a coherent response, you could only nod frantically, tears of pleasure already welling up in your eyes. His thumb kept circling your clit with teasing strokes.

"Show me," he demanded, "Show me how much you love this. How much you need it." His fingers curled inside you, pressing ruthlessly against that perfect spot.

Your climax hit you with the force of a tidal wave, back arching clean off the bed as a silent scream tore from your throat. Tears spilled down, your vision blurring as pure, white hot ecstasy consumed you. Your cunt clenched like a vice around his fingers, walls rippling and spasming as a gush of liquid heat flooded out of you.

Caleb groaned as he felt your release gush out around his fingers. He didn't let up, continuing to stroke and caress your flesh, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible.

You slowly blinked away the haze of your orgasm, your chest still heaving with ragged breaths. As your vision cleared, you found Caleb's eyes on you, his gaze heavy with a hunger that made your spent body ache for more.

You watched, almost in a trance, as he slowly pulled out his fingers from your core. They were coated in your release, he made sure to keep his eyes locked with yours as he brought them to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap at the slickness clinging to his skin.

"Mmmm, you do taste as sweet as you look" He made a show of sucking your juices from his fingers, his lips wrapping around each one, his tongue swirling and lapping until they were clean.

"Look at you, dripping all over the sheets," Sylus said "You're absolutely fucking soaked, aren't you?"

His gaze cut to Zayne, "But none of it is for us, is it Zayne? That sweet little cunt is clenching and fluttering for someone else's touch." 

Zayne's eyes flashed with dangerous intensity as he walked closer to the bed. He could see the way your chest heaved with each breath, the flush of your skin, and the damp patch darkening the sheets beneath you.

Stopping at the edge of the bed, Zayne looked down at you, his expression unreadable "You are so beautiful sweetheart, you don't deserve everything we are going to do to you," he stated "But you will be a good girl and take it, right?

You nod as you reach for Caleb, his muscles tensing as he feels your fingers start to tug at the hem of his shirt, his abdomen tightening reflexively. His gaze turned intense as you leaned in close, your lips a mere hairsbreadth from his. He could feel your warm breath ghosting over his skin, smell the sweet scent of your arousal, and it made his heart pound in his chest.

"I...I don't know if I can," he admitted. Sharing had never been his strong suit, and the thought of another man's hands on you, bringing you pleasure, filled him with jealousy. "But fuck, the way you're looking at me right now..." His eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I think I'm willing to try, for you." His hands covered yours, helping you pull his shirt off and toss it carelessly to the floor.

Your fingers moved to the waistband of his pants, tugging them down over the bulge straining against the fabric, he lifted his hips slightly to help you.

"Impatient little kitten, getting straight to the point"

You turn to look at Sylus and say "You too Sy, take it all off"

"As you wish," he grins, shrugging the shirt off and letting it drop to the floor.

He looks at Zayne, a challenging glint in his eyes. "There, I've done as she asked. Now, are you going to strip for us too, Doctor? Or do you need a little more...encouragement?" 

With a calm, almost clinical efficiency, Zayne began to remove his own clothing, his fingers working at the buttons of his shirt before shrugging it off.

Sylus made a show of shimmying out of his pants and underwear, his movements graceful and sensual. The dark fabric pooled on the floor, leaving him bare, his cock already hard and heavy.

You turned your attention to Caleb, your fingers hooking into the waistband of his underwear. With a tug, you dragged them down his thighs, your eyes widening as his impressive length sprang free. It was magnificent, thick and long, just like Sylus's and Zayne's, the swollen head already glistening with arousal. A bead of moisture clung to the tip, and you found yourself licking your lips as you imagined the taste of him on your tongue.

Caleb's lips curved into a smirk as he watched your reaction "See something you like?" his cock throbbed under your gaze. He reached out, his fingertips tracing along your jawline, tilting your chin up to make you meet his eyes. "What are you going to do with it?"

His eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly straddled his lap and said "Sit on it"

Feeling the heat of your pussy pressed against his cock, a deep flush crept up his neck, coloring his cheeks "For fuck's sake" he muttered, his voice strained with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Sylus threw his head back with a dark, delighted laugh. "That's a dangerous offer you're making. Our poor Colonel looks like he might just fucking explode."

Familiar hands come up behind you grabbing your ass and running up your back. Brushing your hair to the side, exposing your neck before a tongue drags up the length of it. Zayne.

You could feel his breath fanning over your ear as he leaned in close. "What are you waiting for?" Zayne asked "Sit on his cock. Show us how badly you need it."

Caleb's breath hitched as Zayne lifted you effortlessly by your ass, aligning your dripping entrance with the throbbing length of Caleb's cock. Your small hand reached down, gripping his shaft, and with a long moan you slowly sank down, taking every inch until he was buried to the hilt inside you.

"Fuuuck!" Caleb's eyes squeezed shut at the exquisite sensation of your gummy walls gripping him. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, kneading and squeezing as he fought the urge to start pounding up into you.

Unable to hold back, Caleb leaned in, catching your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. He soothed the sting with his tongue before pulling back, pupils blown wide with lust.

"I knew it," he growled, his voice rough and ragged. "I fucking knew it would feel like this, like coming home." He rolled his hips, grinding against you, and you could feel every hard, thick inch of him throbbing deep inside your cunt. "Fuck, I'm done. Ruined. I need this every single day. Need to feel this sweet little cunt squeezing my cock. Need to make you mine."

"You feel so goooood inside of me"

"That's because I belong there Pip"

"Belonging already? Don't be greedy, Colonel," Sylus said "You haven't even seen her ride it yet."

Caleb watched you catch your plump bottom lip between your teeth. "Now ride me, pretty girl. Take what you need."

With that you began to move, rising up until just the tip of his cock remained inside you, before sinking back down, taking him to the hilt once more. His fingers dug deeper into the flesh of your hips, guiding your movements as he urged you to ride him harder, faster.

"Fuck, just like that," he grunted, his hips rolling up to meet yours, driving himself deeper into your core. "Your little cunt feels too fucking good squeezing my cock."

Behind you, Zayne watched with a tense jaw and a storm brewing in his eyes, as you struggled to take all of Caleb's length, a frustrated whimper escaping your lips "Too big..." Zayne's hand slid up your back, his fingers splaying across your shoulder blades possessively.

"Not a chance, this pussy was made to swallow our cocks. You'll take every inch." He used his other hand to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "Just breathe through it. You can take it."

Then he used both hands to grip your ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he spread your ass cheeks, allowing you to take Caleb's thick length more easily.

As you pushed against Caleb's chest, he fell back onto the bed, his eyes flashing with confusion as Zayne climbed up behind you.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Caleb growled, his voice tight with a possessive anger as he watched Zayne settle in behind you.

A smirk curved Zayne's lips as he met Caleb's glare over your shoulder. "I'm teaching you how to share."

Zayne's fingers brushed over your entrance from behind, still stretched wide around Caleb. You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin as he leaned in close, his chin resting against your shoulder.

"Unless you want to make this a real competition," Zayne murmured as he watched Caleb's face for his reaction. 

His fingers dipped a bit lower, gathering the arousal there to slowly spread it on your back entrance. "I thought I could help Y/N take your cock a little better. She's just so fucking tight, it's almost painful to watch."

Sylus leaned against the wall, a grin spreading across his face as he watched the scene unfold. " And it's about to get even tighter. So don't go blowing your load too soon"

Caleb's eyes widened at Sylus words, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What the fuck does that mean?" he questioned, glancing between Zayne's smirking face and your own flushed expression. The head of his cock throbbed inside your stretched pussy.

Behind you, Zayne's hand gripped your ass tighter as he notched the head of his cock against your smallest hole. You felt the sticky heat of his saliva as he spread it around, prepping you for what was to come.

"Don't think about it too hard," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear "Just breathe for me, darling. You know what to do."

You took a deep, steadying breath, just as you had done before when he and Sylus had taken you together like this. Your body remembered the delicious stretch, the exquisite pleasure of being filled so completely.

As Zayne started to sink into your ass, a strangled moan escaped your lips. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into the palm of your hands as you struggled to relax, to let Zayne's thick length slide deeper.

Caleb's eyes squeezed shut once again, a loud moan tearing from his throat as he felt your walls clench even tighter around him, squeezed almost painfully by Zayne's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, more intense than anything he had ever experienced. His heart raced, pounding against his chest like a drum, as he struggled to hold back the orgasm that threatened to crash over him.

"Fuuuck," he gasped, his voice breaking on the word. "I can't...I can't fucking believe..." He trailed off, unable to form a whole sentence as pleasure consumed him. Tears of overwhelming sensation pricked at the corners of his eyes. He had never felt anything so intensely pleasurable, so all consuming. The feeling of Zayne's cock sliding against his own through the thin wall of your body was too much.

"Breathe, kitten," Sylus reminded you "Look at you, taking them so well."

Zayne's hands gripped your ass harder as he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against the globes of your ass. You could feel Caleb's cock throb and jerk inside your pussy in response, trapped between your clenching walls and Zayne's length.

Caleb's eyes widened in shock as you collapsed against his chest, his hands coming up to grip your waist as he felt your arms give out.

Beside you, Sylus had claimed a spot on the bed, stroking his own impressive length with slow, teasing pumps of his fist. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he watched you struggle to take Zayne's and Caleb's cock.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, my poor feisty kitten... you need to pull yourself up and suck my cock." Sylus ordered" You wanted this, didn't you? So now take it."

At his words, you felt a surge of determination, a need to please all of them. With trembling arms, you pushed yourself up on Caleb's chest, turning your head to face Sylus's throbbing erection.

Caleb watched in awe and a hint of jealousy as one of your small hands wrapped around Sylus's thick shaft, guiding it to your parted lips. His cock throbbed against your palm, leaking precum that you smeared across your bottom lip before leaning in to run your tongue along the swollen head.

Behind you, Zayne's hips snapped forward, driving his cock into your ass as he chased his own climax. One hand tangled in your hair, gripping it tightly as he held you in place, while the other slid around to your front to rub tight circles around your clit.

Caleb's eyes rolled back, his head falling against the pillow as you began to ride him in earnest, your hips rolling and grinding against his own. His fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, undoubtedly leaving bruises in their wake as he gripped you with desperate, bruising force.

Zayne's fingers worked your sensitive clit with skillful strokes, he rubbed mercilessly at that special spot, the one that made your toes curl.

Your moan vibrated around Sylus's thick cock as you took him deeper, sucking hard on the swollen head before relaxing your throat and letting him slide further into your mouth, your cheeks hollowed as you sucked.

When you felt Caleb's mouth close around one of your hard nipples you stopped, frozen in place as pleasure overwhelmed your senses, your moans muffled around the thick cock stretching your lips.

"Did I say you could stop sucking?" Sylus growled. "Close that pretty little mouth around my cock and suck again. Now"

Zayne swore under his breath, his hips never faltering in rhythm. "Fuck, Sylus," he bit out.

"Goddamn it," Caleb rasped, his teeth clenched. "She tightens up when you talk to her like that. I'm not going to last much longer at this rate. She's too fucking tight."

Despite their warnings, Sylus' hips snapped forward to drive his thick length deeper down your throat. "Then make her take it," he challenged, grin curving his lips. "Fuck her through it. I want to feel her scream around my cock as she cums on both of your dicks."

At Sylus's barked command, Caleb surged up into you with a strangled groan, his cock driving to the hilt inside your spasming cunt. The sudden, forceful thrust pushed you forward, and you couldn't help but let out a muffled scream around Sylus's cock.

Zayne gave a sharp, stinging slap to your ass "Move, sweetheart" His fingers dug into the reddening flesh, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body.

Tears streamed down your face as you looked up at Sylus, your eyes wide and glistening with overwhelming sensation. A choked sob mixed with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth working over his cock as you struggled to take him deeper, your throat constricting around his throbbing shaft.

Sylus's eyes flashed with cruel amusement at the sight of your tears, his smirk widening into a dark, almost feral grin. "Aww, crying are we?" he taunted, "How fucking pathetic...I don't care. Take it.

With that, he began to fuck your face with brutal intensity. His heavy balls slapped against your chin with each thrust, your nose filled with the musky scent of his arousal. Despite the brutal pace, he showed no signs of slowing down, determined to use your mouth for his own pleasure.

Caleb and Zayne matched each other thrust for thrust, their hips slapping against your ass as they chased their rapidly approaching releases.

Your body shook, back arching as your walls clamped down around the two cocks. Your scream ecstasy was muffled and distorted around Sylus's lenght as your orgasm ripped through you.

Almost in perfect sync, as if they had planned it, Caleb surged up into your spasming cunt one last time before throwing his head back with a loud moan. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he finally found his release, hot ropes of his cum painting your walls with thick streaks.

Zayne followed close behind, his fingers digging into the bruised flesh of your ass. With a sharp, harsh grunt, he slammed into you one final time, his cock driving as deep as physically possible. He let out a string of curses under his breath, his body going rigid as his own orgasm crashed over him. You could feel the heat of his release, the way his cock jerked and throbbed as he pumped your ass full of his own thick cum.

More tears streamed down your face as you struggled to breathe, to think, to do anything but surrender to the overwhelming sensation. Sylus, not to be left out, gripped your hair almost painfully tight and drove your head down, forcing your nose to press against his pelvis as he hit the back of your throat. Your moans around his cock vibrated deliciously, the sensation pushing him over the edge. With a harsh moan, he erupted, his thick essence flooding your mouth and throat in what seemed like endless spurts.

The feeling of being completely claimed by three men, was almost too much to bear. But bear it you did, taking everything they gave you and more, your body shaking and trembling with the force of your shared releases.

For a moment, the three men remained still, their grips on your limp, trembling body tightening as they rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms. Finally, with a shuddery breath, Sylus pulled out of your mouth abruptly, thick ropes of saliva and cum connecting your bruised lips to his cock.

"Don't swallow" you heard Sylus say with labored breaths "Show me"

At his command, you parted your lips, allowing the thick strands of saliva and cum connecting your mouth to his cock to break. You stuck out your tongue, letting the mixture of fluids drip down your chin and onto your heaving breasts.

"Good girl," Zayne praised, his fingers released their grip on your ass, only to trail up to your breasts, smearing Sylus' release across your skin.

"You look so beautiful like this, sweetie"

Caleb's voice cut through, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. "Swallow"

With a shaky breath, you did as you were told, tilting your head back to open your throat. Sylus's release was thick and bitter on your tongue, coating your mouth with its musky essence. You had to swallow multiple times to get it all down, your throat working around the heavy load.

As you swallowed the last of Sylus's release, you felt Caleb's and Zayne's cum begin to seep out from where they were still buried inside you, dripping down your thighs.

Sylus's fingers trailed down to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him as he loomed over you with a satisfied smirk. "There now, wasn't that everything you hoped it would be and more?"

Xavier

⭐️He is thrilled actually, because so does he

⭐️Don’t let the sleepy tendencies fool you, Xavier is ready to go whenever (and wherever) you are

⭐️You can push him past his limits, even out do him in the horny department, and he’ll still attempt to keep up

“Again?” You’re both breathless, cheeks red and bodies sweaty. The room reeks of sex and sweat, with the comforting mix of your perfume and his cologne. The sheets are damp with your combined fluids, a variety of them for that matter. Sweat, drool, cum… definitely a wash day tomorrow! “Yes, please. I still need you Xavier.” You’ve cum so many times you’ve lost count, poor cunt so puffy that it’s a miracle you can even feel anything down there. Still, it’s aching, throbbing with need, you need him again. “Sure, baby.” And he’s on you, a worn out smile on his lips as he showers your heated skin in wet kisses. You can — and will — go until sunrise

Rafayel

🎨Rafayel’s libido on a normal day is pretty decent, he’s down whenever you are and that’s… often

🎨It takes him some time to build his stamina… unless it’s ebb day. Lemurian heat cycles are something else.

🎨He breaks before you do, but all it takes is the off hand comment of “I’ll finish myself” and he’s ready to go

“You’re tired, Raf. I’ll just go take care of—“ tired be damned, he’s hauling his sweat slicked body up and pushing you down again. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied.” His cheeks are a permanent crimson, pupils blown wide. Even if he is exhausted, his cock is still twitching at the sight of your ruined cunt. So much cum, arousal, all just leaking down your thighs. You’ve been going at it for two hours at this point, nonstop, barely a break between each round. Even if you didn’t mean too, you’re slowly training your lover to have a libido as high as yours. “It’s okay, re-really I can—shit!” He stops all complaints by shoving himself inside, one easy, slipper go. “I’m. Not. Stopping. Until you are satisfied, cutie.”

Zayne

🩺Zayne doesn’t quite know what to do with himself at first. He’s a tad bit overwhelmed by your high libido.

🩺Give him a little time, he’ll get used to it, and slowly realize his libido is pretty high up there too… just takes a couple weeks of separation and he’s ravenous

🩺Zayne controls the situation by edging you both, keeping the game going until you’re both exhausted

“Can’t cum yet, darling. Gotta hold it in.” It’s been an hour… maybe two? Possibly three. You’re not sure, nor do you care. You have Zayne wrapped around your finger… well maybe he had you wrapped around his finger but still. “P-please, Zayne! You’ve ruined it like…shit I can’t remember… seven times? Probably more…” what’s worse than being completely denied is having your orgasm ruined. He’s brought you to the edge, pushed you over, and then stood back and watched it fizzle out. Completely unsatisfying, your poor cunt twitching for more, a real one at that. “You’re doing so good for me though, the reward will be so good if you just…” a gentle motion with his fingers and you’re jerking into him. “…wait.”

Sylus

🍒He didn’t realize that your… eagerness could rub off on him so easily… or maybe he’s always been this way.

🍒Your high libido is damn near torture, considering you’re in Linkon and he’s in the N109 Zone… you’re always tied up with work, he’s always away for business…

🍒Even then, Sylus does try and make it so your time together isn’t entirely… sex. Doesn’t it always work? No.

“I swear all we do is fuck when we see eachother…” you’re giggling as you say it, laying on top of him, chest to chest. His slowly softening cock is begin to slip out of you, the copious amounts of release following. “Because it is all we do… you’re insatiable.” Sweaty and flushed, but still smug, Sylus is twirling your hair around his fingers. “Hey!” A smack lands on his sweaty shoulder and he’s laughing. “You’re one to talk, mister.” But Sylus isn’t letting you live it down that easily. “You made me this way… nothing but a greedy soul.” And just like that, you can feel him hardening again. He studies your expression, tear stained cheeks and flushed skin. So beautiful, even as your lips part in a little “o” as he fills you up.

Caleb

🪐You thought your libido was high… till Caleb finally stopped holding his feelings back

🪐He is on cloud nine when he finds out you’re just as horny as he is 24/7

🪐He’ll travel to and from Linkon if it means getting that pussy for the night. You have zero complaints either, other than maybe the fact that you wished he didn’t live so far