Page 33 of The Bairwick Witches
“That’s a good boy,” he slurred into his ear—and Schuyler nearly lost it. His erection pushed against his briefs, which pushed against the denim. He hadn’t been called that since the last time they were together; a position he accepted with only a very few.
Schuyler’s moans grew louder than the music as Azrael grinded on him, pushing him against the metal, one hand now in his hair, tugging. Held in place, Rae kissed him all over, licking and biting at his ears. Teasing his cock through the jeans. Azrael drove his hand back into his overalls, wetting his fingers once more before he rubbed them in his pit and slid them into Schuyler’s nostrils. His eyes rolled back in his head as he huffed the familiar scent, stronger than any popper.
Schuyler’s body convulsed at the rush overtaking him, but Azrael held him up. With a flick of his fingers, Schuyler’s clothes vanished except for the jock he now wore. Azrael took handfuls of fuzzy, round, plump posterior, framed by the yellow straps cupping them. Az’s hot breath glided down Schuler’s skin; everywhere it passed needed more attention, needed to be touched, for which Schuyler begged audibly.
Azrael dropped to his knees, kissing on the cheeks. He grabbed Schuyler’s balls and tugged gently, increasing thepressure and pull; it made Schuyler moan even harder. Rae licked from the cheek, up Sky’s back, until their mouths met.
Schuyler reached back and put his arms around Azrael as their tongues reacquainted themselves. The tenderness lasted only a moment, before Rae pushed Sky back against the wall.
“Which one, Cher?” He asked in a breathy Cajun whisper, both hands on Schuyler’s nipples, tweaking and twisting them. Sky writhed against his body. Azrael removed his right hand, sending his left around Schuyler’s throat, while he rubbed the right in his own armpit. He pushed his fingers into Schuyler’s nostrils, releasing another wave of sweat laced with amyl nitrate. “Which one?” he asked again, this time with growing impatience.
Schuyler reached back, fighting against the overalls, and wrapped his fingers around Rae’s penis. His fingers slid below it and the leather strap-on harness which was tightly affixed, finding the soaking spring of wetness that was Azrael’s cunt. Azrael’s arm went across his chest, pulling Sky back toward him. Fingers deep in his nose. “Gotta pick one.”
Schuyler was lost in the effects of Rae’s sweat, the domination he’d missed, the way he already teetered on orgasm, but was withheld. “You know the one I like.”
Azrael proudly owned a large collection of toys, including dildos in every shape and size. Some rotated, some pulsed, others vibrated. He owned ones which could please, and ones which delivered pain. Among them was the one Sky enjoyed the most: a pleasing average sized, veiny in the right way, but no other frills. No tentacled appendages or rough, rigid terrain designed to tear up the real estate desired. The one selected was a favorite of Schuyler’s because the dildo synchronized with Azrael emotions and with the intensity of their sex. Unlikethe others which held no emotion, only there to dominate and destroy, this dildo connected them.
Azrael grunted. The dildo selected was not his preferred one, liking the more extreme versions, but he relented. He turned Sky around to face him; they kissed deeply, with the frenzied lust of lovers long parted. Azrael pushed Schuyler’s face into his open armpit, giving him another big huff, which once again sent Sky wobbly in his knees. Azrael held out his other arm, from which ribbons of black energy raced down to his palm; they spun around until the black a purple dildo appeared.
“Gonna do what I say, yeah?” Azrael attached the dildo to the harness, pushing its rigidness against Schuyler’s rear. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” Schuyler replied as he steadied his feet.
Azrael reached around, grabbing Schuyler’s throat. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir,” Schuyler whispered shakily, reaching behind himself to grab his ass and spread his cheeks open. He heard the chains holding Issac rattling and wondered how he was doing, but his mind was cloudy from Azrael.
“Oh, that’s good boy there.” Azrael released his grip on Sky’s throat and knelt, his hands sliding over Schuyler’s, helping to spread the cheeks further as he leaned in and buried his face between them. Schuyler moaned loudly as Rae’s tongue swirled and slapped against his hole. He gripped at the wall in front of him, trying to remain on his feet but weakening with every pass Azrael made.
Sparks fired off from one of the spires as Rae gathered a large amount of spit which he sent to the dildo—and to Sky’s hole. Schuyler arched his back, his ass jutting out, grabbing the head of the dildo as he clenched around it. Azrael thrustslightly, allowing Sky to take the lead. He only let the head enter, moaning loudly as he did.
Azrael leaned forward; Schuyler tilted his head as they kissed and backed up on the dildo further. Azrael laid the accent on thicker, slurring in Sky’s ear, urging him to let go, to give in. “Why you holding back? ’Cause of him? ’Cause you care about him, yeah?” Az spit into Schuyler’s mouth, and his eyes fluttered when he did. Schuyler placed his hands against the wall. At the same time, he backed his ass up and pulled his hole forward, taking more of the dildo in a single motion.
“Lover seein’ somethin’ new? Ain’t bottomed for him, no?” Rae’s hands grabbed Sky’s chest and throat, pulling him back. “Look at him, yeah.” Issac directed Schuyler’s head in the direction of Issac. “Lover enjoyin’ the show.”
Schuyler glanced up at Issac; a scowl sat upon the young man’s face, despite the full erection that was on display. Wetness glistened on the tip of his cock as he struggled against the straps.
Rae pushed Schuyler forward, forcing his head down, and causing him to breath coarsely as Azrael pushed into him. “Now, let go, like you used to. Let your lover watch all you can do.”
Schuyler’s mind went blank at the command; he was focused only on the joy of being penetrated. He found Azrael’s rhythm and matched it, their thrusts soon in sync. Schuyler threw his hips back with abandon, giving his entire self to Azrael as he pounded, the Cajun never letting his hips lose the newly found momentum.
Pushing Schuyler up against the wall, Azrael rammed harder, before taking Schuyler to the floor and placing him on all fours, angling his delicious ass up. Schuyler’s breath smacked against the floor, which he didn’t care was dirty. He didn’t care about anything at that moment other than Azrael beinginside him. Every thrust brought a rush of peace along with the pleasure. Schuyler remained in the voracious bliss Azrael provided; the dildo filled him perfectly, and Rae knew how to hit every spot, firing off pleasure within Schuyler like he was a pinball machine.
“Raise it,” Azrael demanded.
Schuyler’s hands slid out in front of him, lowering his chest nearly to the floor. Pained whines crept into Schuyler’s deep, sensual moans, which made them all the more appealing to Azrael.
“Let go, I got you,” he growled, pushing Schuyler completely to the floor and stretching over him as he drilled deeper. Schuyler howled, unleashing a torrent of pleasure-filled screams as he became brazenly vocal. Azrael smiled as Schuyler begged for his cock, loudly, demanding to be fucked harder as his body writhed. He threw his ass back as hard and as frequently as Azrael pumped into him.
Schuyler pushed down on his feet and flung himself up, spinning his body around while still on Azrael’s dick, circling one hundred and eighty degrees in a smooth motion until his back slammed against the floor. Azrael slung Sky’s legs over his shoulders and growled, appreciative of Schuyler’s increased feral vigor. His lower body rose to meet each of Rae’ thrusts, allowing them to push him back to the floor. The slapping rivaled the sounds of welding around them; the crew never stopped working, raining sparks all around them.
His brown eyes, which both pleaded and demanded, locked on Azrael’s. “Fuck me,” Schuyler cried, as wrapped his arms under Azrael’s pits and clung to him.
Azrael pushed Schuyler down to the floor, leaning back and slowing his rhythm, knowing Sky was close. Schuyler’s armsflailed; he wasn’t sure where he wanted to rest his hands, the pleasure coursing through him kept him stupefied. His orgasm arrived hands free, showering his stomach.
Azrael bent forward and licked it up, coating his tongue and lips before kissing Schuyler. Azrael slid the harness off and Schuyler, with coated lips, dove between Rae’s legs and tongued him to orgasm.
The vial of cemetery dirt bounced around safely within the bubble trinket, just like the others, as Issac placed it in his pocket.
