Chapter 697: Two for three combo (m)

Cass didn’t pass out for long. It was barely a few seconds, but it was enough time that some things changed while he wasn’t awake.

For one, the head of Lucian’s other cock was taken out of his ass. Cass was only full in one hole, which Cass did feel like was a loss. He wanted both men balls deep in him, even if Lucian’s balls weren’t as obvious. Was Cass greedy?

Hell yes he was. He wanted everyone inside of him. Filling him up, pumping him full of cum until Cass was 80% cum, 10% spite, and 10% logic. That was it.

What happened outside of Lucian’s second cock being taken out of him was something Cass could have never predicted. Nor could the others have predicted. The boys were actually in quite a tizzy when Cass stirred once more and Cass let out a deep moan, feeling like someone was stroking his cock even if his cock was still between his and Lucian’s stomach.

"W-What?" Cass rasped, breathy, and Lucian chuckled.

"Uh oh, I think someone passed out." Lucian murmured, squeezing Cass’ ass. "Was that too much for you, sweetness?" Cass, annoyed, turned his hand and sunk his teeth into Lucian’s pec. Lucian’s cock swelled inside of Cass and Lucian let out a rough laugh. "Point taken." Lucian rasped.

"Cass, did you pass out?" Edgar asked, concern filling his voice. Cass turned his head, exhausted, to meet the pretty blue gaze that was staring at him out of the pretty face of Edgar. Cass smiled.

"I’m fine, handsome." Cass rasped. He watched as Edgar’s jaw dropped and the handsome man turned bright red. Lucian laughed, loudly, and even Gideon let out a soft chuckle. Edgar stumbled back on the bed, falling on his ass and Cass wasn’t a big enough man to say he didn’t watch his cock bounce as he fell. God, he was so cute. Cass could just eat him up.

"H-handsome?!" Edgar gasped.

"Oh I like that one." Lucian purred, his chest rumbling. "Good choice. We can call him a handsome prince when we really want to make him into a puddle." Lucian was clearly pleased with Cass’ choice, and so was Cass, if he was honest. The flushed, flustered look on Edgar’s face was priceless, made better when Gideon spoke up.

"I feel like we’re just stating the obvious with the new name." Gideon muttered. "Though, I don’t mind. He’s never been good at taking compliments. This might be the way to help him." Gideon said, then coughed. "But, I think we have a bigger issue, Cass." Gideon sounded serious and Cass, drunk on all the cum inside of him, glanced over his shoulder.

He couldn’t see much, his neck not able to turn a lot at this moment.

"Hmm?" Cass asked sleepily.

"Love, you grew a tail." Gideon said softly. Cass didn’t register what Gideon said. He just nodded, an excuse to rub his face against Lucian’s chest, until it felt like someone squeezed his cock.

He let out a gasp, his body quivering as Gideon let out a dangerous-sounding growl behind him.

"Cass." Gideon warned. "You’re not listening, are you? Should we have Lucy withdraw from inside of you?" He was threatening him. Gideon was threatening him with threats that would actually work.

Cass whimpered.

"I’m listening." Cass argued and Edgar, who had a few seconds to compose himself, sighed.

"No, you aren’t. If you were, you’d be freaking out more." Edgar told him. Cass scowled. That wasn’t very nice. Cass didn’t freak out all the time.

"Cassy Baby, feeding you was the right thing. You’ve just...developed more." Lucian murmured. "You’ve grown a tail. Gideon said it, and he’s been holding it this whole time. As soon as it showed up." Cass heard what he said. He swore he did, but it was like there was a block on his mind from comprehending what any of them were saying.

Humans didn’t grow tails. No one did. That was an old evolutionary thing that they got rid of ages ago. There was no way Cass grew a tail.

"I’m not part were." Cass argued and then shuddered as something ran their hand down his cock. "S-Stop doing that! Leave my cock alone!" Cass snapped.

"I’m not touching your cock." Gideon argued. "I’m touching your tail."

Cass forced himself up, his hands his own now, his talons digging into Lucian’s chest but outside of a small grunt, Lucian didn’t care. Not even when Cass turned and caught sight of what Gideon was talking about and his nails curled into his skin, drawing blood.

The sight was just that shocking.

He wasn’t holding a cat tail, a dog tail, or hell, even a dragon’s tail. He was instead holding something straight out of a drawing. A thin, black, whip-like tail with a point. Not a normal point, of course, but a sharp heart-shaped ending that looked like it could draw blood.

Cass’ jaw fell as he stared at it, and how Gideon was holding it with both hands. His green eyes were grim, if not a little amused, his cheeks flushed and his cock was hard. Damn it, Cass needed to stop looking at everyone’s junk right now.

They were right. This was serious, and Cass was being a damn perv.

"T-That’s mine?" Cass asked and Lucian laughed.

"We’re all yours, but yes, that tail is yours too." He joked and Cass hissed. It just left his lips, making everyone surprised. Cass had never hissed in his life, and it was not something that was brought up when describing succubus or incubi. `

Cass felt his face warm as Gideon’s expression softened.

"While what Lucy said was true, it’s not important. What we wanted to acknowledge was the fact that feeding you in your, um, womb, seemed to be the right step to developing your body." Gideon said. "We were going to suggest we test it, to see if the tail did anything, but given your annoyance earlier, I think I can understand what your tail is for you." Gideon said, his face warming. Cass felt his face warm as well.

There was silence for a moment before Cass heard the bed shift. It was from Edgar’s side, so he just assumed the man was coming closer. What he wasn’t expecting was Edgar leaning over and putting his mouth on Cass’ tail. Near the base, tip, but not close enough to the heart-shaped tip that looked like it could kill a man.

Cass let out a shout at the sudden action, feeling like the man had wrapped his lips around his cock, not his tail. His body convulsed, his fingers digging in more and Lucian let out a moan.

"Shit. Cass, you’re too tight." Lucian groaned but Cass couldn’t do anything, not with Edgar’s mouth on him and Gideon still holding onto his tail. He could barely breathe, his eyes fluttering closed as Lucian, unable to stop himself, began to rock his hips. His cock slid in and out of Cass, and Cass could barely keep himself upright. His whole body shook, the sweet moans leaving his lips making the others go wild.

Cass wasn’t aware of the scent he was giving off, and even if the others were aware, they didn’t care. It wouldn’t have taken that scent to drive them into a frenzy, it was the desperate way that Cass looked at them with his half-lidded eyes.

Gideon slid his cock into Cass’ ass, giving Cass what he was asking for while Edgar, the dangerous man, took over Gideon’s duties of stroking Cass’ tail to stroke and suck the thing like it was his life’s mission.

If Cass had thought the last orgasm ride had been intense, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Cass was pounded into oblivion. The sweetness of the previous orgasm was gone, replaced with desire and greed. Cass’ holes welcomed them, the sound of skin meeting skin, flesh meeting flesh mixed with the endless moans from Cass’ lips.

Cass’ back arched as his orgasm hit, it felt like Edgar was licking everywhere but the tip of his cock. His warm lips and tongue teasing his shaft, sucking and rubbing. His hands felt like they were squeezing it as well. It was such an overwhelming feeling, combined with the two cocks pounding him from the other side that there was no way Cass could defend himself against the pleasure.

He nearly sobbed as the orgasm rocked him, his cock spraying cum much farther than he had before. It hit Lucian’s chin, to the surprise of Lucian, but the freak of a man darted his long tongue down and scooped it up, looking absolutely delighted that Cass had given him a treat. Cass blushed, somehow able to be embarrassed even in this situation.

The men continued to pound him, but this time it was Lucian who came first. He exploded inside of Cass again, his cock filling him up until Cass felt like he should have been ill. Gideon groaned, lasting only a few more thrusts before he spilled his seed inside of Cass too.

Cass couldn’t even speak, Edgar still teasing him until he let out a helpless whimper. He didn’t pass out this time, his body trembling before a searing, all consuming pain pounded near the front of his head, near his temples.

Cass let out a pained cry, releasing Lucian’s chest to raise his hands to his head. Edgar let go of his tail quickly, shuffling over to Cass as he cried, tears running down his cheeks at the pain.

"What’s wrong? Cass?" Edgar asked, horror in his voice. Even Lucian and Gideon were panicking.

"Cass?" Gideon asked and Cass let out a pained sob.

"M-My head. It hurts." Cass whimpered and Edgar was there. He was brushing Cass’ hands aside to see what was happening.

"Let me see." He whispered, pushing Cass’ hair aside and when he did, he gasped. "Oh. Lucy, fill him again. Quickly!" Edgar barked.

"I can’t when he’s in pain." Lucian argued. "That’s not-"

"He’ll be in worse pain if you don’t feed him immediately!" Edgar hissed. "Feed. Him!" Edgar ordered and Lucian growled.

"Giddy, put me in his ass again. I’ll pump him full." Lucian growled. Cass was barely aware of what was happening, and didn’t even register that Gideon and Lucian changed places again. That was how overwhelming the pain was. Cass only felt relief after Lucian had cum again, the magic diffusing inside of his body as the pressure on his head seemed to burst. Whatever had happened, it had been halted before but now it was complete.

Edgar looked concerned, but relieved and Lucian let out a low growl.

"I guess it’s not every weekend then." He muttered cryptically while Cass practically collapsed on Edgar’s shoulder. Fuck, he was exhausted. What the hell was going on?

He was the one who was going to ’just test it out’, and yet here he was, letting them pump him full of cum not once, not twice, but three times? Hopeless. He was fucking hopeless.

"I’m tired." Cass felt like a whiny kid but Edgar and the others? They didn’t care. Edgar’s warm hand, stroking his hair, meant everything to Cass.