Jade's Archive

Halfway through your walk back through the woods, the sun has fully set and the moon hangs high above the trees. The longer you think about Caleb being alone, the more your worry grows… so you turn around.

You make your way back to the room where Caleb was chained, and carefully step inside. “Caleb?”

The chains lie shattered across the floor. The entire restraint mechanism hangs open and broken. You’re about to search the room for clues, but suddenly something slams into you from the side. A burning pain explodes through your ribs as you're thrown against the wall.

As you struggle to sit up, your body being now severely wounded, a low whimpering echoes from the shadows in the corner of the room that sounds like a frightened dog.

“Caleb... is that you?” Two glowing purple eyes stare back at you.

He continues to whine and you feel the urge to comfort him. You take a cautious step forward. “Caleb, it’s me. Don’t be afraid. I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt me. I’m okay. I was just so worried about you...”

As moonlight spills through the broken windows, you finally see him. His face is still recognizably Caleb’s, but his frame is almost twice the size. He has thick sideburns, slightly fuller eyebrows, longer and messier hair, like an untamed mullet. A faint layer of dark hair covers his arms, legs, and chest, along with a very prominent happy trail that he usually shaves. He also has… a fluffy tail?

You crouch down. “Don’t worry. It’s me. I won’t hurt you. I’m here to prote—” You can’t finish the sentence. In an instant, you’re thrown onto your back with terrifying force, pain shoots through your body as you hit the ground.

“I TOLD YOU TO GO HOME!” Caleb growls loudly. His massive body moves on top of yours now. “I smelled you,” he says, his voice much deeper than usual, “kilometers away. Your scent lingered in this room.” He aggressively sniffs at your neck, your hair, your clothes, as if trying to memorize every trace of your scent.

His gaze turns predatory, even his teeth seem sharper. His claws catch your dress and tear through the fabric with a single jerk, leaving your chest and body exposed. With overwhelming strength, he spins you around, forcing you onto all fours.

He doesn’t hesitate which means he also doesn’t prepare you like he usually would. He slams his now enormous large cock inside you with full strength, almost tearing you apart. His thrusts are so forceful and so deep, he’s severely bruising your cervix, ramming himself into you roughly.

Caleb’s only acting with his animalistic instincts and those instincts tell him one thing and one thing only: To breed you.

“I'm going to keep you full and bred, full of my offsprings! Would you like that? To be filled?” he growls as he fucks you relentlessly from behind. You endure the pain and fear as best you can and despite it, you moan out an eager “Ngh—p—please, yes—I’ll carry your pups,” while you come over and over again, your privates all swollen and pulsating.

But don't call for him to stop, because beneath it all, it's still Caleb — your Caleb.

He merciless fucks you around the clock the entire night and following days, filling you over and over again, not letting you catch a break, since he can go for hours at a time now. He keeps your body in his embrace, rubs his scent on you, licks your wounds clean, growls at anything that isn’t you, he treats you like a possession.

The next days, he occasionally brings you water by carrying it in his mouth and then spitting it into yours, so you can drink. For food, he kills a deer and brings you the fresh meat, but you refuse and decide to fast.

You catch a glimpse of worry in his eyes when he sees you refuse to eat — moments when you can still see your Caleb in them, even though he chains you up whenever he’s out for the hunt.

You said you wanted to comfort him, that you didn’t want him to be alone during the full moon, so you stay (not like you have a chance). For the next three days and two nights, you bear the full moon’s curse until your Caleb will return to you.

“Now, tell me….” he whispers into your ear, not breaking the physical attachment of both your bodies. “How can I please you?” his voice feathery, but needy as he nuzzles your neck.

You and Zayne have always pushed boundaries in bed, exploring anything new as long as it’s consensual. The trust and comfort you both share is unmatched. You trust him blindly, knowing he always puts your safety first.

You’re not afraid of bringing up new fantasies, but even after so many years of being married, you still get nervous around him. “You see…” you start slowly. “Mmh, what do I see my love?” he whispers gently, his nuzzling turning into long, soft kisses.

“While you were playing pool, pocketing ball after ball, I couldn’t help but notice how you held the cue” you pause. Heat pulsing through you as Zayne’s breath grows heavier. He sweeps your hair aside, claiming your neck further, them kisses turning now hungry and demanding.

You ground yourself and continue: “How strong and sharp you gave the cue a push while simultaneously somehow caressing it” you feel Zayne moves his hand up your skirt. “And…I was imagining you doing that to me” you confess.

Zayne gave the pool cue a brief glance, before directing his attention back to you, his fingers now caressing your clit as he slid his hand down your wet panties.

“Is that why you were distracted the past hour?” he gives your ear a little bite. “If that’s what you want to use your wish for, I shall comply.” You bite your lip, shaking your head. You point to the pool cue: “I meant…with the cue, Zayne.” “I know.”

“Spread your legs…” he says after lifting you onto the pool table. He rolls up his sleeves, then grabs the cue. “..and pleasure yourself for me while I sterilise it.”

Zayne checks the cue carefully, ensuring it’s smooth & safe for you. He then turns towards you & scans your impatient body language. An amused smile forms on his lips: “Let’s see, if you’re going to win this round.” He turns the cue in his hand, the thicker end now facing you

He uses the cue to spread your legs further apart, moving up until he stops at your wet entrance. With slow circular movements along your slit, he coats it with your fluids. “Now..,” he says in a soft voice “take a deep breath for me, will you?” You nod, then deeply exhales as he eases the thick cue end inch by inch into your hole.

“Good girl, keep going” he says while stretching you out more, his senses wary of every reaction you give. Your body tells him everything he needs to know, so he focus on savouring the pleasure in your eyes instead. As Zayne found the right grip, the cue starts moving faster— thrusting deeper now, testing your limits! Your nails dig through his shirt into his shoulder blades, your muscles tightening, pulsing around the cue, your body’s slowly burning up. You look at him in despair: “Zayne, please….keep going!”

“I see,” he says as he grabs both your legs and drapes them over his shoulders to get better control of your body. “Then show me how much you want this” he gazes into your eyes from above, grips the cue and now increases the speed with each thrust.

Shivers run down your spine, your moans grow louder. Zayne’s breathing grows unsteady, his chest heaving! He’s completely riled up & lost in lust from relentlessly slamming the cue into you. His name spill from your lips again and again, the pleasure consuming you.

“Zayne, please…! Just a little mo—“ !! He abruptly jacks the cue out of you, tosses it into the corner, only to immediately replace the second-long void inside of you with his fingers! Your mind going blank as heat pools and pulses through you! A sense of uncontrolled euphoria surges through your body, stars form in your head, your hips lift themselves off the table —“Don’t fight it!” Zayne burst out, voice raw.

Your legs trembling uncontrollably against Zayne’s body, a rush overtakes you, everything tingles, all your senses are spinning, your knees shake, you can’t hold back, you squirm, you scream, you lose control, you—you let go… …. Zayne exhales content. …. He removes his fingers and wipes them on his shirt. Slowly the world around you steadies again. You finally look at Zayne. His shirt drenched in several body fluids, the floor and table— a mess. Flustered you let out a silent “Oh…”.

“First of all, I don’t bark, I protect what is mine!” you say firmly. “Second… at least you don’t undress him with your eyes when you look at him.” Gideon laughs, “But I’ve seen him naked before. In fact, I see him naked all the time.” A grin on his face. You shoot him a stern look and yell:

“Well… DELETE IT from your brain and…” you turn to Caleb now, “….why is Gideon seeing you naked all the time?”

Caleb is highly amused by your open jealousy. “Well, after exhausting missions, we take showers together on site before changing into our regular clothes. Nothing unusual, Pips. Everyone does that.” His explanation sounds reasonable, so you let him off the hook.

However, Gideon is having a little too much fun right now. “Right, and when I said I touch him all the time…” His gaze drifts down to Caleb’s crotch, just to annoy you… You immediately pull your hand away from Caleb’s chest and cover his crotch instead. “Don’t look at his dick!!” Caleb tenses up. Your hands are not only hovering over his crotch but actually grabbing him. “P-Pips!! Your hands—” he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind while strategically hiding his ‘growing problem’. “What is it, Caleb?” you ask, genuinely not understanding the issue.

“Pips, you can’t do that in public!” “Do what?” “Like… touching it…” You glance down. “I see why… Quick!! Hide it in my mouth!!” you blurt out loudly.

Gideon chokes on his drink. Patrick starts HOWLING from laughter, “Caleb my man…I am speechless..and somewhat jealous..!”

Caleb’s ears are red, his face flushed. “Pips, you’re clearly drunk. I think I’ll need to take you home.” “Nooo~ I’m just joking!” you whine. “But you can’t just…” he hesitates as he notices everyone watching, “….let’s talk for a moment, yeah? Pat, mind if I use your room?” “Go ahead.”

Caleb guides you out of the living room, slightly dragging you since you refuse to walk properly. “Where are we going?” “To Patrick’s room.” “Ooooh, right. Why?” “To talk.” “Talk. Right. In Patrick’s room. Right.” You turn your head toward Patrick and yell: “PATRICK! Caleb and I are going to TALK in your room. Well, he’s going to do all the talking, because I’ll be busy using m—”

“THAT’S IT!” Caleb throws you over his shoulder. He puts you down only after you’re in Patrick’s room and locks the door behind him. He exhales loudly and just looks at you. “Let’s talk then” you say sarcastically while playing with his belt. “Behave.” His tone is serious. You sit down on the bed & look up at him.

“But that’s not fun. Besides… I finally have you to myself,” you admit. “I felt like I needed to compete for your attention tonight. I guess…I overdid it.” Caleb sighs. He steps closer, pushing you gently back onto Patrick’s bed, leaning over you now. His large frame is hovering above yours.

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” “You knew that already. And yet… you brought me anyway,” you respond. Caleb closes the distance and captures your lips in a kiss. You immediately grab him by his necklace and pull him closer, breaking whatever restraint he had left.

His grip tightens slightly at your waist as he leans you back into the mattress, deepening his kiss. You unbuckle his belt and start feeling his hard cock, slowly squeezing him through his boxers. Caleb inhales sharply and bites on your lower lip. He grabs your wrists and pins your hands above your head.

*Bzz Bzz* You both stop.

What is it?” you ask. “My phone.” He reaches into his pockets. He now smiles at the screen. “What’s so funny?” Caleb gives you his phone. A message from Patrick lights up the screen: “I’ll reroute your jet to hell & back, if you two fuck on my bed, istg!!” You smile, but can’t help feeling a bit disappointed. “Guess we gotta stick to talking.”

“Yeah? Tell me, what kind of person was I before? Having meltdowns & being overwhelmed all the time, constant overthinking. I was needy and clingy, my nervous system was a wreck and don’t you dare deny it. It took years of your calmness, trust and love to ground me.”

So this is, what it is? I remember the times you sounded like this; arguing with someone on the phone. I would always comfort you afterward. Now I’m the one causing it.

“…but now that you leave me, you also take all these learned skills with you. Now what? What do I do? When I’m not even enough for you anymore, what..do I do?.” Your eyes are pleading.

The air stands still. If you knew that I’ve learned so much more from you. How you make me whole, how much I need you…and it’s not the kind of need you think it is. “Why…why is everyone leaving me?” Tears gather in your eyes. “First Caleb… now you.” Caleb… All the tears you cried in my arms, all the nightmares you endured. If Caleb were still alive, he’d probably hunt me down right now—as he should. “Caleb didn’t leave you…” I respond calmly, unsure what I can say to make you feel better. “Yeah, right. YOU’RE leaving me. He just died in that explosion. Thanks for the reminder.” I can’t say anything that would feel right when it comes to Caleb. I don’t know what to say. My heart is breaking seeing you like this…and knowing I caused it. Is this what my patients feel when they come to me, heartbroken over losing someone they love?My eyes start stinging, so I fixate on a spot in front of me. I haven’t said anything in a while. I should respond. I take a deep breath, compose myself;

“Tell me… what can I do right now to make this feel a little less heavy? For both of us.” “Fix it!” you say, trying hard to collect yourself. “What?” “My heart, Zayne. Fix it! You broke it, so you have to fix it.” “I…” I can’t. I can’t bring myself to say it out loud.

But you’re voicing your needs. Well done, my love. See? You will you fine without me. “You what, Zayne? That’s not how this works? Right. Do i need a referral to a cardiologist or something, hm? Fine, i’ll get one” you choke out.

You’re in your head now. Nothing I say will change that anymore, at least not unless I can hold you in my arms & tell you everything will be okay. But the moment that thought hits me, I feel my Evol rushing through my body. My heart is burning, but my chest is freezing up.

I can’t give you false hope. “I can’t give you, what you need” I respond. “Right, because top heart surgeon Dr. Zayne can save everyone’s heart, but mine.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say I’m about to have a heart attack. One step closer to you and I might not be able to resist reaching out to you. But as soon as I’ve these thoughts, my Evol takes over.

We both stop for a moment and listen to the snow trickling outside. The brightness of the world outside standing in contrast to the dreadful emotions filling up my body.

I sigh. At least I can help you understand. “The person you were before me, was the person I fell in love with. Don’t undermine her.” I circle back to your previous question. “And you fell out of love with the person I’ve become, is that what you’re saying?” your voice is shaking now. You sound defeated.

My stubborn lady…With each passing day, I love you more. Have you not felt it? I don’t always know how to show it, but it’s there. Maybe I didn’t show it enough. I suppose… we just needed more time together.

“… you know this is not because I don’t love you anymore.” I say. “THEN FOR GOD’S SAKE, WHY CAN’T YOU JUST STAY WITH ME?” Your voice echoes loudly through my heart.

No one says anything anymore. Outside, the snowfall quickened. Each flake racing the next in a silent dance. Inside, time feels frozen, the play between us ascending now to the final crescendo.

You step closer to me, your tears still falling. I hold back mine. “Do you even hear me?” “I do” I whisper, afraid you might my pain. I look at your hands. They’re trembling. Your lips quivering. Body shaking. I am sorry, my Love. I’m so sorry I can’t comfort you right now. You don’t deserve this. I should have stayed with you until the end.

But with the speed my Evol has involuntarily taken over my body the past few weeks, it’s impossible. I am willing to die for you. To let my Evol consume me while I’m with you. And I did. For as long as I possibly could.

But I can’t let you wake up beside me, my chest torn open, laid bare and slashed by icy wounds — lifeless. You wouldn’t be able to recover from another death. I know that. I know you.

My old mentor said that at this pace and intensity, I might have only a few weeks left before my Evol fully freezes my vital organs from the inside out. Not long until my skin is not only burned, but split open. I overdid it.

Soon the campfire is lit, marshmallow are being roasted, Caleb shows off his guitar skills with the acoustic guitar he brought along. Between the music, the crackling campfire, and the distant chirping of crickets, the campsite feels almost magical.

Still, surrounded by nothing but darkness and trees, you can't deny it's a little creepy. “Are you... scared?” Caleb asks, clearly more amused than concerned. “No...,” you answer, though not very convincingly. “Then maybe I should tell you a horror story. You know, just to change that.” “Try me!” “Oh-ho. Someone's feeling brave tonight. Let’s see....”

With a grin, Caleb launches into a horror story that quickly turns out to be the scariest thing you've ever heard. It doesn't help that the setting is a forest eerily similar to the one you're currently sitting in. As the campfire dies down and the two of you crawl into the tent to sleep, every distant sound outside seems louder than before, the snapping twig, rustling leaves, the wind moving through the trees. “You're awfully close to me for someone who says she isn't scared,” Caleb says with a knowing grin. “Okay??” you pout and scoot away, “I'll move then!! Better?” To your surprise, Caleb lets you. “Good. I need to check something outside anyway. You'll be okay alone for a minute, right?” “YOU’RE LEAVING ME??” “Just a minute.” You hear him moving around outside for a few moments. Then silence. “Caleb?” No answer. “Caleb, stop messing around.” Nothing. A knot forms in your stomach. “Okay, this isn't funny anymore… Caleb?” Still no response.

Just as you're about to unzip the tent, footsteps approach from outside. The zipper slides open: It's Caleb. Relief hits you so hard that you immediately burst into tears. “Aww, Pips,” Caleb pats your head, “Were you really that scared without me?” “How far did you go?!” „Not far! I’ve heard you call my name. “ "What? You... heard me?” "Of course as I said, I wasn’t that far.” "Then… why didn't you answer?" The corner of Caleb's mouth curled upward in a faint smirk. It wasn't his usual teasing grin, there was something different about it, something that made a chill creep down your spine. “Because,” he says while brushing a tear from your cheek, “you sound so cute when you're scared.” You stare at him, not knowing what to respond.

“You know, I picked a pretty remote spot,” his arm slides around your waist. “No signal. No other campers. No trails nearby.” Something about the satisfaction in his voice makes your stomach flip. “Just you and me.” His words didn’t sound romantic, they sounded… threatening. Caleb's lips curve into a small smile. “Isn't that nice?”

Before you can answer, he pulls you closer against his chest. “You think your co-worker would've gone through this much effort just for one weekend alone with you?” He brushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.

“You know, if you screamed out here,” he says quietly, “nobody would hear you.” His hand tilts your chin up. “Look at me.” His tone is gentle, yet it terrifies you. You meet his eyes and immediately wish you hadn't. The look on his face is unfamiliar, for the first time, Caleb genuinely scares you.

The air stands still. Zayne doesn’t react.

“Why…why is everyone leaving me?” you start crying. “First Caleb, now you.” “Caleb didn’t leave you…” He finally speaks, and it’s..this. “Yeah, right. You're leaving me. He just died in that explosion. Thanks for the reminder.” Zayne, who usually keeps his gaze on you whenever you’re conversing, now avoids your eyes. He stares at the spot in front of his feet.

“Tell me, what can I do right now to make this less heavy? For both of us..” His words sound cool. Not as caring as they’d usually be. “Fix it!” your tone now more collected. “What?” “My heart, Zayne. Fix it! You broke it, so you have to fix it.” “I..” Zayne doesn’t finish his sentence. “You what, Zayne? That’s not how this works? Right. Do i need a referral to a cardiologist or something, hm? Fine, i’ll get one” you choke out.

Zayne finally looks up. Your eyes are filled with tears, so you can’t see what’s in his. “I can’t give you, what you need.” Again— That composed tone as if he’s talking to a patient. Professional and detached. “Right, because top heart surgeon Dr. Zayne can save everyone’s heart, but mine.”

You listen to the snow trickling outside. The brightness of the world outside standing in contrast to the dreadful emotions filling up this place. “The person you were before me, was the person I fell in love with. Don’t undermine her.” he circles back to your previous question. “And you fell out of love with the person I’ve become, is that what you’re saying?” your voice shaking now. “… you know this is not because I don’t love you anymore.” “THEN FOR GOD’S SAKE, WHY CAN’T YOU JUST STAY WITH ME?” your voice echoes loudly through your house. No one says anything anymore.

Outside, the snowfall quickened. Each flake racing the next in a silent dance. Inside, time feels frozen, the play between you ascending now to the final crescendo. You step closer to him, your tears still falling.

“Do you even hear me?” “I do” he whispers. This time his voice carries weight. Your hands tremble. Your body feels numb. He’d usually hold you in moments like these, calm you down, but he doesn’t move closer. Not this time. This is just one of those big fights that resolve themselves within a few days. You say to yourself. Only that you and Zayne never fight. And this will also not resolve.

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Caleb pulls you by the wrist, away from Sylus’ embrace. “You’re letting him get away with quite a lot,” he says, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. His grip around your wrist tightens. “I might start thinking you prefer him, even though I’m the one, who’s closest to you!” Sylus sips his wine, observing the scene. “This might get interesting,” he says under his breath.

A sudden shiver runs through Caleb, as if the temperature around him dropped. “Cool your temper, Caleb,” Zayne says as frost gathers in the air, “He’s baiting you.” Caleb can feel the heat in his head settle.

However, instead of stepping back, he pulls you in and kisses you firmly. His tongue buried deep inside of you, the sound of his breathing filling the place. “That’s one way to respond to bait,” Zayne remarks.

As Caleb keeps kissing you, his hand slides lower. His fingers press against your swimwear, gently stimulating your clit, trying to claim you in front of the others. Sylus uses his Evol to pull you away from him. “Don’t be so greedy, Puppy. Share~!”

As soon as you’re back in Sylus’ arms, he seamlessly picks up, where Caleb stopped. He rubs two fingers along your slit while kissing you. You’re surprised at how quickly things are escalating. “Did the dog kiss or lick your face…?” Sylus mocks, noticing how wet your mouth is. “I see…this is how you want to play,” Caleb barks. He doesn’t hesitate for long & swims toward both of you, pressing in close. He turns you to face him & draws your back toward Sylus, pinning you in between the both of them.

“Look at me…or do you want more of him?” Caleb asks. “I recommend removing her swimwear,” Zayne interjects. “Remove my w-what?” you stutter, feeling increasingly flustered as they take control of the situation.

Caleb’s not wasting a second. Your naked body is now pressed closely against both Caleb & Sylus’ big frames. You wiggle to gain some space to move more freely, but are blocked by both of them. Sylus smirks, “Your escape route isn’t that good.” He’s grabbing your neck with one hand as the other attends to your tits and squeezes them tenderly. Caleb devours your lips with sloppy kisses while he pushes two fingers inside you. When your soft moans are swallowed by his mouth, he simply picks up the pace.

Sylus tilts his head toward Zayne. “The doc likes to watch, huh? Not joining?” Zayne’s lips turn slightly upward. “I will. Don’t worry. Consider me…in charge of the treatment plan. For certain things, I like to take my time.” “Let’s say…he likes giving orders,” Caleb huffs. “I don’t take orders,” Sylus snaps. “Relax, it’s more about her safety,” Caleb adds “What? Does he want to make sure she won’t get overstimulated?” Sylus asks. “Incorrect.” Zayne responds. “Kinda the opposite,” Caleb laughs. Sylus raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”

All three of them are glancing at you now. You’re barely there. You don’t register what they’re saying. You’re busy catching your breath. Caleb’s holding you in place using his Evol, steadied in Sylus’ arms. Your legs are spread above water level for everyone to have a good view.

“Be my guest, I’ll let you have the first taste,” Sylus is offering to Zayne. “Gracious, but I have other plans,” Zayne gets real close to you now. He gently massages your rim with his fingers, before pushing one in. You squirm from the sudden sensation.

Caleb’s stroking his cock in anticipation. He knows what Zayne’s planning, he’s had his fair share of participation in these so called ‘treatment plans’ for you. “I may have underestimated them. I see why you keep them around, Kitten,” Sylus laughs. “Sylus, hold her steady,” Zayne instructs. “I said, I don’t take orders, Doc,” Sylus replies. Zayne responds composed, “He needs to conserve his energy.” Sylus glances briefly at Caleb. Zayne’s tone is calm, but firm: “Let him recover. He’ll need his Evol later.”

Sylus is reluctant, but since he prefers feeling your full weight in his arms anyway, he complies. Zayne is in his element now — Anatomy. He knows exactly how to carefully, yet efficiently prepare you, how to position his fingers, how fast to push, where to apply pressure.

He’s 4 fingers deep into you, adjusting his pace and the depth as needed, before attending your front and repeating his routine, until he’s pushed in his whole hand. “Z-Zayne, I—I…” you mutter under your breath. “Caleb,” Zayne cuts in, calling his name before you can finish. Caleb knows his role. He stands up and taps his leaking cock against your lips, guiding you to take him. “Suck it well, Pips. You’ve done this before! Let the doctor finish his examination.”

Sylus’ eyes widen. He lets out a loud laugh as he watches you obediently take in Caleb’s cock while Zayne’s casually fisting you. Your moans are muffled, your eyes glistening. “And here I thought I was the bad influence,” Sylus says amused.

Caleb shoots Sylus a cocky smirk, “Hope you’ve got the stamina to back up the attitude.” Caleb uses his Evol now again to ensure everyone has good access to your body. Sylus joins in as soon as Zayne clears you.

You’re soon stuffed by all three of them, your mind completely blank, senses overstimulated, moans echoing. You don’t know anymore whose cum you’re licking off whose body, whose juices you’re swapping with who, who is digging their tongue or cock into you — everything is a blur.

“Let my name leave your lips tonight a thousand times…ten thousand times even,” Zayne moans as he bends you over, fucking your ass. You whimper with each thrust, since it pushes Caleb and Sylus’ cocks simultaneously deeper into your other hole.

Caleb, who’s pounding into you from below, is drunk on lust and caught up in the intensity. “Look at you~ I didn’t teach you that,” he smirks. “C-Caleb…,” you barely breathe out, “Cal..C—” “Yeah, I’m your Caleb,” he responds, only to thrust into you faster. Sylus closes the distance to Caleb more than either of them expected. He’s lying on top of Caleb, his cock buried in you as well, sharing your hole with him. “Greedy little kitten…and I might add, an equally greedy pup,” he purrs near your ear. Caleb lets out a breathy laugh.

Your walls are tightening around them, you’ve never felt so full, their sizes are tearing you apart, each stroke shoots a deep spark through your body, mouth dry from all the panting, any leaking liquid gets pushed in again, occasionally given you to swallow as well.

They pass you around as they please, cumming inside you in rotation, tossing & turning you as they desire, you’re leaking everywhere. Your ass and clit get slapped, your hair pulled, your tits pressed into someone’s mouth — your body doesn’t belong to you anymore.

Caleb’s heart sinks. He can’t. He can’t accept you with another man by your side. Even though you look happier than you have in months, everything in him resists your choice. How could you replace him? “I’m not replacing you,” you say, as if you’ve read his mind. “No one can.” “But you left me,” you continue, tears filling your eyes, “even though you promised you never would.”

You kneel down and place the flower bouquet on his grave. Your palm rests against the engraved tombstone while your heart is aching as tears fall onto the cold stone. “Do you wish to leave?” Zayne asks softly. “Yes, please,” you reply defeated.

From a distance, hidden safely between the trees, Caleb watches and listens to everything in silence while his frustration is clawing at him. He watches the two of you leave the graveyard together, hand in hand.

The wind rushes through the trees as Zayne’s gaze drifts toward the darkness where Caleb is standing. Directly toward him. Caleb freezes.

"Yesss... I mind toooo...," you mumble before adding a. "...Actuallyyyy, you smell like him~" You open your eyes. The room is blurry and doubled. You're far too drunk to put anything together. "Oh my gooood..." You squint at him. "You even res... resem... resem—look like him!" You grab his face with both hands. "And your skiiin..." You stroke his cheek. "Sooo softtt. Just like Caleb's."

Caleb lets out as chuckle. "Hm. And this boyfriend of yours..." he asks. "What do you like best about him?" At this point, Caleb is simply curious how long it'll take you to realize who you're talking to. "I don't like him." You drop your hands and shake your head. A flicker of uncertainty crosses Caleb's face. "You... don't like your boyfriend?" he asks cautiously. "No, no, no." This time you nod enthusiastically, "I looove Caleb!"

Caleb suddenly stops in his every movement. His heart nearly stops too. Around him, everyone lets out a small gasp. Based on Caleb's stunned silence alone, they all realize the same thing. It's the first time you've ever said it out loud since becoming a couple.

"Y-you... love him?" Caleb asks carefully. "Sooo muchhh! He's the besssttt!" You lean forward and press a finger to his lips, "but shhhhh~~Don't tell him yettt. It's our little secret, Fakeleb." You giggle. "Fakeleb... hehehe..." You laugh at your own joke before promptly falling backward against the wall, your eyes drifting shut again.

Caleb takes a moment to compose himself. "Okay. I think I should take you home now, Pips." He lifts you into his arms while you mumble weak protests about wanting to wait for "Realleb" to come pick you up.

You wake up the next morning in your bed. On your nightstand sits a tray filled with everything needed for a hangover breakfast, prettily arranged alongside a small handwritten note. „Get some rest, hydrate, and eat your breakfast. I'll see you tonight. — Fakeleb 🍏” Slowly, the memories from last night begin returning, including what you said. The rest of the day is spent wondering how you're supposed to handle it. Confessing you love someone while drunk is awful. Caleb deserves to hear it properly and now you have to say it, because he definitely remembers.

When Caleb finally returns after an exhausting day at the fleet, you greet him as if nothing happened. Later, you're stretched out on the couch with your head resting in his lap while the TV plays quietly in the background. After several minutes of working up the courage, you finally speak. "You know, Caleb..." He glances down at you. "I meant what I said." Caleb’s breath fastens, "you don't have to say it back if you're not ready," he says. "I know I say it all the time, but I don't want you to feel pressu—" "I love you, Caleb." Caleb’s holding his breath, any existing emotion rushes through him. You sit up and face him. "I really do," you say quietly, "I always have. Things were just... complicated. But I love you. I truly love you so much." A dozen emotions cross Caleb's face, but you think it's settling into pure happiness. You don't think you've ever seen him look so… genuinely happy.

His eyes stay on you, but there’s a flicker of nervousness as he searches for the right words. “You’re more than welcome to visit,” he says carefully. “I just… haven’t invited you over yet because I thought it might be inappropriate to… ask you.”

A playful smile tugs at your lips.

“Why? You think the moment I step into your apartment, I’ll magically wander into your bedroom and end up naked?” You’re testing him now, waiting to see if he bites.

“That’s… not what I was implying,” he replies, a bit flustered. “Of course my place is a safe space for you, and–“ “So you haven’t thought about me naked in your bed?” you cut in, watching his gaze linger on you just a second longer than before.

The corner of his lips lifts slightly, barely noticeable, before he composes himself again.

“What’s behind this door that you’re so eager to avoid showing me?” he counters smoothly, shifting his attention to the doorknob as he steps closer.

“Answer the question, Zayne,” you say, your tone firm. His eyes meet yours again. Completely serious yet edged with something almost amused. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a whisper near your ear.

“What kind of answer are you hoping for?” he asks softly. A shiver runs through you, a sudden heat pooling low in your body as you realize just how much you want him.

“I’d say… be honest. But if your answer is no, I won’t lie, I’d be a little disappointed. I might even start wondering if you’re actually attracted to me. And if your answer is yes, then–“ “Yes.” He doesn’t hesitate.

His gaze stays locked on yours as his hand presses against the door beside you, his body leaning in – caging you in place. His face is only inches away now, his breath warm against your skin.

"Yes, I’m attracted to you. Very much, in fact. Emotionally, intellectually… and sexually,” he says, enunciating each word. His arm remains braced against the door, half-encircling you. With his other hand, he briefly brushes his thumb along your lower lip.

“And yes…” he continues, closing the distance even further, his lips just barely apart from yours. “I have imagined you naked before.” Your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips, resisting the urge to close the gap, you know you won’t be able to stop once you start.

The heat between you intensifies. Slowly his knee slides between your thighs, nudging them apart just enough to make space for himself, before gently pressing against you.

“Not in my bed, though,” he adds. “W-what?” your voice unsteady, your thoughts already slipping.

“I’ve imagined you naked,” he clarifies, his tone calm despite the tension crackling between you. “But not necessarily in my bed. The last time…” His lips hover dangerously close to yours. “It was in your guest room.”

He presses soft kisses against your skin, before gently easing your legs apart, careful not to wake you. His breath warms your inner thighs as he lingers there, savouring the moment.

“Oh…? How are you this wet while you’re asleep? Are you dreaming of something naughty…?” He lets his tongue glide between your folds, just enough to taste. A muffled moan escapes him.

“Mmh… how do you always…taste so good…?” His words dissolve into quiet sounds against you, his breathing growing heavy and unsteady. “Let’s see if you can take one finger…” he murmurs, easing it inside you. A soft exhale follows, “I see…not enough for you, huh?”

He added another. Caleb leans over you, his fingers still moving inside you in an unhurried rhythm. He’s brushes stray strands of hair from your face as he watches you, almost studies your every feature.

Eventually, he withdraws his finger, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean with a quiet, satisfied hum, before letting his hand drift slowly to cup your breasts.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispers against your ear. “How many nights I’ve had to take care of myself while you slept next door or even here, right next to me…,” a soft, breathless laugh follows, but clearly filled with guilt.

“Although I might’ve stolen a taste once or twice before when you were sleeping… but you forgive me, don’t you?” he confesses. Deep down, he longed for you to catch every confession, but yet was relieved you’re fast asleep.

“Now… juuust the tip,” he says. “You can handle that. I won’t wake you up.” He positions himself, guiding the head of his leaking cock slowly against you before pressing in just slightly. A sharp, shaky breath left him the moment he felt you.

His control slipps completely then, his movements growing steadier, deeper, his breathing rougher with every thrust. “I’m sorry– “ he gasps, his voice strains.  “It’s… not just the tip. I know…”

He suddenly freezes mid-motion, feeling you shift slightly under the covers as your breathing intensifies. “Ssh… hey, sshh!! I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says quickly and panicked. He basically has your permission, but why did he still feel so guilty? Yet he didn’t stop.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a rushed, but deep and sloppy kiss, his hand coming up to block your eyes with his palm, just in case. “Be a good baby sister… go back to sleep, yeah?” he whispers, yet his movements only grow more forceful.

Caleb knows your period cycle by heart, but he also can tell by the amount and texture of the discharge in your panties. Unable to bring himself to confess what truly stirred in him whenever he looks at you, he made do with the closest thing he could have.

He can’t contain himself anymore and licks the not yet fully dried discharge from the fabric. His breathing gets heavier as he simultaneously strokes his cock. He takes another of your dirty underwear from the basket & pushes his cock through the holes.

“Caleb, where are you? I forgot to take m– “ Caleb got up within a millisecond, dropping the panties, then throwing them behind the washing machine, his cock still hanging out of his joggers, fully erected & indulged with his precum and your discharge leftovers. “Pipsqueak- I-I was–“

He couldn’t grasp the shameful situation you’ve caught him in as he watches you standing in the doorframe, watching the spectacle happen. “What exactly were you doing with my panties?” you ask carefully to not embarrass him, but also not trying to show your interest too much.

“Pips, I am so sorry, it’s not what it looks like! I promise! I was just- please! Let me just clean this mess up first, I wi–“ “No need,” you interrupted his hasty explanations. Caleb is visibly nervous & embarrassed, thinking you’ll think of him as a monster now and cut ties.