Hugo continued to kiss me. His lips parted mine, and our tongues touched. He tasted like cherries and milk chocolate. Hugo's hand gripped the back of my neck, and I felt his magic roll over my body in hundreds of fluttering kisses. A single phantom touch rolled up my spine. I ripped my lips away from Hugo's to bury my head in his neck, as I shivered and moaned. Turning to goo.
Remi brushed his thumbs across my inner thighs, parting my lips and dipping one of his fingers inside my core for just a second. He kissed the dimples on my back as his hand reached around and began to slowly tease my outer lips. He rolled his index finger around my clit, never touching it hard or directly enough to do more than make me twitch and beg for more.
Remi pressed the cool metal plug against my clit, warming the rounded edge against my hot wet skin. He dragged the toy down, through my parted lips, but never dipping inside, only to circle and return back to my clit with aching slowness.
I found myself opening my legs and wordlessly begging, like an animal in heat. Pushing myself back into his hand. Hugo stood up, pulling away despite my protests.
Remi touched the smallest edge of the plug against the muscles of my ass, just as Hugo lowered his trousers to reveal a curved penis—so perfect that dildo manufacturers would have paid millions just to mold it.
I smiled and licked my lips, my eyes fluttering closed when Remi twisted the toy and began to tease my behind. His fingers worked in time, rubbing my clit slowly before brushing against the inside of my pussy. Each movement was maddening. I needed more.
Hugo brushed his cock against my lips, smirking wickedly, his eyes glowed a soft ice blue as his inner Demon came to the surface. Lust continued to hang on the air like thick cologne, the Sin touching me in places that I did not know were possible.
I licked the head of Hugo's cock, biting back a squeak when I felt Remi’s warm tongue begin to taste between my legs. Opening my mouth, I took the angry head inside my mouth and held it on the flat of my tongue. Tasting his skin, I broke free to lick the slit on Hugo's cock. Tasting his salty pre-cum. It was addictive, and I began to lathe him with my tongue. Hugo threw his head back, his hips thrusting lightly into my mouth.
On all fours, my hands gripped the bedsheets as Hugo fucked my mouth, and Remi licked me from behind, working the toy further into my ass. With a tiny amount of added pressure, the toy popped inside, swallowed until the widened base stuck out, like a tail.
I moaned as it rubbed against my inner walls, making me feel fuller.
Remi straightened. “I think she likes the toy.” He said smugly.
Hugo gripped the back of my head, but never forced my mouth further down, even when his hips began to rock with harsh and striking thrusts. I heard something unzip, and a few seconds later, I felt the blunt head of Remi’s cock press against my empty channel. Wet and wanting, I rocked back, taking Remi inside of me. Just the head at first. He stayed still, allowing me to take my time, as my pussy slowly swallowed more of his length. With my back arched, I kept waiting to feel the rough brush of his pubic hair, only to throw my head back and laugh when I realized just how large his cock really was.
“Laughter is always a good sign.” I heard the smile in Remi's voice. “But I think screaming is better.”
Without warning, he bottomed out. Thrusting inside me until I felt his thighs against my own. I was so full. My eyes bulged, and I felt his head knock against my cervix. Just enough to add a bite to my pleasure, as Remi pulled away with a wet sound that implied that my body was reluctant to let his go. Remi continued to thrust, slowly at first and then building to a punishing tempo.
Hugo took his cue from the Witchling and began to take my mouth with vigor. His stomach tensed and I could sense that he was close. I wanted to look over my shoulder and watch Remi's body as he disappeared inside of mine, but seeing Hugo come undone with my mouth was just as good.
My orgasm build quickly and hovered like a raging forest fire, stalled by a river. Despite the tawdry wet sounds of Remi's body slapping against mine and the taste of skin in my mouth, I could not reach my peek. I was held at the edge, like a woman strapped to a chair and tortured. I wanted to come so badly, but it was just out of reach.
Remi’s breathing changed, and everything grew sloppier. His thrusts lost their rhythm and his body folded over my own. I felt him cum inside me. Grow larger somehow as he found his pleasure in me, Remi’s moan threw me over the edge. I began to come. My body shook, huge full body jerks, as my eyes rolled into my skull, and waves of pleasure rushed over me. My toes curled, and I saw sparks.
Hugo thrust into my mouth, so deep that I tasted his seed on the back of my throat but not on my tongue until he pulled out, still spurting. Leaving a pearl of cum on my bottom lip for me to lick away. Hugo watched, with a fierce expression. My orgasm finished, but it held on for as long as it could, making my body tick like a slowly malfunctioning clock.
Remi did not pull out, but he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me to give me a squeeze.
“That was worth waiting for.” I breathed, sleepy, and spent even though we hovered in a dream of my own making.
I left the bed, in the early hours of the morning, to search for coffee. Davenport had returned and was sat, cross-legged on the floor, using the coffee table as a makeshift desk. An array of medical files were fanned out in front of him. Davenport did not look up from studying the manila folders, even when I sat down in the armchair with a mug of overly-sugared coffee.
I folded my bare legs under my bum. Dressed only in Remi's hoody. Looking over the rim of my mug, I starred at Davenport as I blew on my coffee to cool it down.
“The lab couldn’t find any fingerprints on the ammo box,” Davenport said, leafing through the pages, he pressed a single finger on top of a file and slid it across the table. “Can you take a few of these files?”
I put my coffee down. “What am I looking for?”
“We don't keep records of heritage. I'm trying to find anyone at the compound that may have Fae blood. Look for anemia.” Davenport swiped my coffee and winced at the taste.
“Don't you have people to do these things?” I asked.
“My best Hunters are all currently asleep.” Davenport glanced up past his deep-set brow. “I’m losing people left and right. Anyone that could help with this is already doing something equally important.”
I shrugged and flipped open the file, eying the columns of numbers like someone trying to read a foreign language.
“Look for any hemoglobin levels below thirty.” He advised.
The numbers seemed to shift and swirl in front of my eyes, but I wanted to at least appear to be useful. I turned the folder over in my hands and noticed the name on the front.
“This is Frankie's file.”
Davenport did not look up, but he nodded as he arranged his paperwork. A thump came from one of the bedrooms, and it sounded like everyone was waking up.
“Corporal Gardiner consistently showed low levels of iron, after her physical last year, she should have been prescribed a supplement.” Davenport sighed, rubbing his temples. I noticed the dark circles under his eyes for the first time. “The only reason she wouldn’t have been given one was if her brother knew that she was Fae. Or had Fae in her bloodline.”
My brow creased as I considered his words. Something at the back of my mind itched like a long-forgotten memory.
Remi swept into the room, his sweatpants hung low on his prominent hipbones. The Witchling was sans shirt, as I had stolen his hoody while he was asleep. He brushed his hand against the back of the armchair, dipping down to touch his lips to mine.