Page 55 of Eight Embers

Really, there's only way this scene can end. “How long has this been going on?”

“Delaney, please,” Rush begs as actual tears fall from his eyes. I'm not mistaken that he's actually hard now either, when he's been claiming since we got here that it was impossible. “She's one of the main reasons Leo and I came together in the first place. She was desperate to see Leo. Not that he remembers her, but—” he looks to his partner in crime, who's opening and closing his mouth over and over again, unable to think of anything to defend himself.

“I promise you're the only one for us,” Rush finally says as he looks between me and this other female, who like a total bitch is just sitting there quietly. Not so mouthy now that I'm in front of her, is she?

I get closer so I can inspect her, doing my best to ignore the fact that she's shamelessly wearing no pants and is already lying on her back with her legs spread for my men. “I can't have this anywhere near me. I know you two have history, but this is not the way to go about re-igniting your flame.”

“Told you she'd be pissed,” Spencer calls from the kitchen where he's making toast. “Told you not to bring that shit over here, Rush. This is on you. I'm not getting you out of this scrape.”

“I expect this from you Rush, but Leo? You promised I was important to you.”

“Are they done yet?” Saladriel yells from somewhere else in the room. I do a survey of the room until I find him in the corner with his hands over his ears, clearly trying to block out all the noises these men were about to make.

“What would have happened if I would have kept sleeping? Would you have just had your way with her? Completely ignoring the fact that we're supposed to be something to each other? That I’m the only vagina owner, starch or otherwise, you should want to pound?”

Rush eyes the woman, although maybe that's too generous of a term. Ho bag. Homewrecker. Mound of mashed potatoes perfectly sculpted on the dining table. Doesn't matter what you call it. She had her own voice that they've perfected. There’s no way this is their first time together; you don’t get hips like that without practice.

“Rush, I'm only going to say this one time, so let me be clear. If you're with me, you can't be doing this, unless I'm involved.What the hell were you thinking trying to leave me out?” And I stalk straight up tohim,grabbing a handful of the potatoes as I do and reaching into his pants to put them where I know he wants it.

He somehow made the mashed potatoes the perfect consistency, so it's as moldable as playdough. I guess those instant potatoes are good for lots of things after all. Probably best my brother never got the answer about why we had so many in our kitchen.

I squish the potatoes around Rush’s extremely hard and throbbing dick, and I will admit I get no small amount of satisfaction from doing it. This mashed potato fetish goes much deeper than I thought it did, but we’re not going to kink shame.

Wil pops his head in. “Wait, you're not mad at them?”

Can't say I've ever craved a mouthful of potatoes right after waking up, but I do so anyways without using any utensils to get them in there, and then I go for Rush’s mouth. He sucks my tongue into his, moaning as he cleans it. It's absolutely filthy and disgusting and I hate every bit of it, but he doesn't, so I guess this is part of my life now.

Leo whimpers, and I have to pull away from Rush to take care of him. “Is she going to give you what you need Leo? Or am I?”

“Only you, my mate. My perfect one. My everything. Please, let me show you my devotion. If it makes you feel better, we gave her your nipples.”

I tut at the both of them as I look over the mess on the table. “I have to know, how did you get her to sound so real? I was convinced I was coming out here to kneecap at least two people.”

Rush is staring down at his crotch with his pants still up, thrusting his hips against the air as if he's imagining thrustinginto the mashed potato woman on the table. Goddess, I'm going to hate myself after this.

“Wil, I'm going to need another hair wash after this.”

I pull off my clothes and climb onto that table, making sure my pelvis lands right where the mashed potato woman's is. The squish of it against my skin is part fucking nasty and part cold mashed potatoes on my skin, but the look in Rush’s eye says this is going to be well worth my time.

“Holy fuck, you have no idea how hot this is.” Rush’s hands are fluttering above me trying to figure out where to start, until Leo offers him a hand in assistance.

With linked hands, they pat the potatoes around me until IamMashed Potato Woman, and then Rush eagerly scrambles between my legs to lap at me. His demon tongue snakes all the way inside me, thrashing around inelegantly, aiming to accrue the most damage at once.

I guess it makes sense he could do the voice, that his tongue can change a bit. I wasn't sure how I'd feel getting fucked by him in his demon form, but actually it's quite nice. He has some minor shape shifting abilities, so it feels like the first time with him.

He's muttering obscenities and crying real tears as he cleans off my inner thighs of potato, then turns around to Leo to share. By the time the necessary bits are free and clear, Spencer has the forethought off getting a damp washcloth to throw it to Rush, so that he can wipe off the potato mess from his dick before shoving it inside of me. That is not role play I will be participating in, thank you. No further questions.

Beneath me, underneath all the potato mess and the ruined potato woman, the table itself seems to be crying out in pleasure for being used so crudely. Cries of, ‘yes!’, and, ‘more!’echo under us as Rush starts thrusting into my body. He's so worked up thatit's actually kind of doing it for me, so I decide to ride this out for everything it's worth.

Maybe it's not my kink, but if it gets him this excited, and we're doing it in a safe space, then who am I to deny him? He's got his hands buried next to me in the pile of potatoes and he's kneading it under my ass as he moves his hips, his eyes once again ensconced in flames.

I can't look away from him, and maybe I should be surprised by how different it feels for him to take me in his full demon form, but there are definitely some things he did not prepare me for.

Like for example, when he gets himself so deep inside of me and his eyes are burning, literally, and his hips seem to be locked still as something within him probes into me. I shouldn't be able to feel my cervix being breached, but here we are.

A very narrow part of him sneaks past it and works its way into my uterus itself, and I've never been more grateful for the fact that I can control my own fertility. Because I know exactly what he's doing. He's locking us together while he comes deeper inside of me than anybody has any business being.

“Oh my fuck, is he trying to breed you? I don't think my balls can handle how hot that is,” Spencer pants as he gets closer to us, miraculously ignoring everything else happening. The typical male brain, everybody.

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