Page 83 of Marked By Feral Monsters
"Take them off," I groan, my voice rough and shaky.
She bites her bottom lip again. Tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, then shimmies them down her hips, slowly. Eric whines beside us, but I don't spare him a glance. I rip them off when they get down to her ankles, and breathe in the wet spot. Musky and sweet.
Then I turn to Eric, walk over to the chair and stuff her panties in his mouth.
Dina's mouth drops open, but I'm done dealing with their dynamic tonight. Besides, I can't tear my eyes away from her pussy. Bare lips hiding what I'm sure, given the rest of her, is the prettiest, pinkest pussy to ever walk this earth. It makes me fucking feral. My dick strains so hard in my pants. I can feel the tip leaking.
Trying to gain the upper hand again, Dina trails her fingertips across her chest, pinching her nipple before diving lower. I reach forward and snatch her wrist before she can touch herself.
Bending her arm, I wrench it behind her, arching her back so her tits push forward. Leaning down, I take a mouthful, tasting her skin, something distinctly Dina. A strange mix of magic and cold death, roses—always fucking roses with these two—and a faint, salty sheen of sweat. She moans when I suck her nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to pinch the tip.
"Oh, fuck, Nix!" Hearing my name on her lips has me smiling. But I'm not happy. I'm unhinged.
Like she's unleashed a demon, I release her arm, then shove her onto the mattress. She lands with one bounce, then bends her knees seductively. I take off my pants, and my cock slaps up against my abdomen when I release it. I'm so hard I could break fucking glass with it, and I wonder, as Dina takes me in, eyes wide with nerves, if she's actually a little scared right now.
After what she and Eric put me through… I'm not feeling very generous, and don't bother reassuring her.
But then she bites her lower lip and I'm done. In a flash, I push her knees open, spreading those pretty pink lips. I was right again. The pinkest, sweetest pussy, glistening and ready for me, right there for the taking.
"Are you wet for me, Dina? Did you get wet for your phoenix? I know it's not for the wraith. He's tied up in the corner. Unless that's what you like?"
We both glance over at Eric, who's stopped struggling. His eyes peer out from the inky darkness of his shadowed form, intent on watching like a good little boy. The pink cotton panties stand out in stark contrast in his mouth.
I slap her pussy with my hard cock, shaking it between us, to get her attention again. And when I let one of my fingers transform into a long feather, I have it all.
I tickle her clit torturously slowly, so gently, she quakes in my feather's wake, then I push my other finger, then two inside her. "You're dripping. Fuckingsoaked."
"You're just—you're so hot. I mean, you're so warm. Why are you so warm? It feels… God, it's incredible," she rasps.
"I am Phoenix."
There's no way she understands the weight of that, but her expression tightens, and she nods.
"You like my fire, little demon?" I muse, snapping my fingers, calling forth a flame. I bring the heat close to her nipple. She squirms to get away, then yells at me to stop.
I ignore her fear and bring it so close, her knees buck up and kick at me. Just before the open flame brushes her sensitive nipple, I blow it out. She lets out a full-body sigh of relief until I press my burning hot fingers onto her nipple. She cries out, and I plunge my fingers back into her pussy, curl them up, and pump.
I light another flame by snapping my fingers and tease her other nipple with the heat. She doesn't fight it this time, her eyes alive with raw lust, but she still squirms, afraid when I get too close. She turns her head and tries to bury her face in the pillow, but I grip her chin and force her to look at me.
"Keep your eyes open, Dina. You're not allowed to look away. You're going to watch your monster fuck this filthy, needy cunt. Understand me?"
"Yes," she rasps, eyes bearing into mine.
"And your wraith is going to watch. He's going to hate every second, but we're going to teach him a lesson about sharing, aren't we?" I grip her chin harder when she doesn't answer. "Arent we?"
"Yes!" she cries.
"That's more like it." And then I kneel between her legs, line up at her entrance, notch my cock and push in.
Oh, holy hell, she's tight. So fucking warm. I sink into the familiar feel of her. It's as good as I remember. Better even, with no secrets between us. I pull out and push back in, her walls clamping hard around my cock, like she's unsure if she wants to let me in or not. It doesn't matter. If I have to convince her, I will. She's mine. And so is her beautiful, perfect, pink cunt.
"Jesus, you're so fucking tight. How are you this tight? I just wrecked you a few nights ago. Don't tell me Popsicle over there is doing his duty. We both know that isn't true." I pull out, enjoying the drag, the tight vice grip of her cunt before pushing back in.
"Don't say that about him," she moans, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
"Popsicle?" I let out a dark laugh and turn to look at the wraith while I'm balls deep in his girlfriend.
"He's wonderful. He's perfect. He loves me," she argues weakly.
