Chapter 333: The Fae Wanted The Tease

She gasps at the pressure, the thick muscle of it wrapping snug against her belly some of my cum drips out of her beautiful cunt.

I pull just tight enough that she can’t rock away from me even if she wanted to. Not that she’s trying. Her hips are already pushing back, searching for me.

"Matt," she breathes, and there’s a whine threaded through it now, raw and needy.

"I got you," I tell her, and I mean it in about four different ways at once.

I line up both cocks against her entrance, feeling how soaked she already is, my release from last round still slicking her up along with everything she’s produced on her own.

She’s a mess down there, dripping, swollen, and the smell of her hits my tongue like a punch to the senses when I flick it out. Sweet and sharp and completely mine for the moment.

"Ready?" I ask, even though I already know the answer, even though some dumb instinct in me needs to hear her say it anyway.

"Yes, god, yes, just—" She doesn’t finish. She doesn’t need to.

I push both heads in together.

She screams.

Not in pain. I check that immediately; tongue flicking out to taste the air around her reveals no fear-sweat or panic-scent—just pure shock and pleasure slamming into her all at once as her tight little hole stretches around both of my cocks at the same time. Her whole body locks up; back arching hard; wings snapping open and quivering; then she’s coming; gushing around me; a hot rush of fluid soaking my scales and dripping down onto the sheets beneath her.

Holy shit. She just squirted. From that. From me barely even being inside her yet.

Fuck yes; I did that. My brain does a stupid little victory lap before I even register what my body is doing—which is immediately starting to move.

I don’t ease into it. She asked for rough; she got rough; some part of me that usually spends all day panicking about crushing her into paste has apparently clocked out for the evening because I’m pistoning into her hard and fast from the first thrust—both cocks working together—stretching her open around the double intrusion with every snap of my hips.

The wet slap of scales against her ass fills the room—mixing with her ragged cries—and the headboard’s already complaining again—wood groaning under the force of it.

"Oh god; oh god; Matt!" She can barely get words out between gasps—fingers twisting into the sheets until knuckles turn white.

"That’s it," I hiss, my tail tightening around her waist to keep her from sliding forward with each thrust—pinning her in place so I can hammer into her exactly how I want. "Take it. You wanted this—didn’t you? Wanted me to actually let go?"

"Yes—fuck; yes—"

Her inner walls grip both my cocks like she’s trying to hold onto them forever—fluttering and clenching with every slam of my hips—and now she’s past words entirely—just this high constant whine punctuated by gasps every time I bottom out.

Her thighs are shaking; sweat beading along her spine catches what little light there is; one droplet rolls down between those delicate wings—and before thinking better of it—my tongue darts out tasting salt on skin before pulling back just as quick not wanting break rhythm even slightly longer than necessary.

Letting tip tail drift lower past where wrapped securely ’round waist now tracing slow deliberate circles down curve ass while rest continues brutal punishing pace inside.

She flinches when blunt tip brushes other hole. Startled gasp catching throat.

"Easy," murmur voice dropping low almost gentle despite everything else happening right now. "Just teasing unless want more than..."

"I-ah! hah-" Chokes sentence thrust deep again both dragging inner walls clearly short-circuiting whatever meant say next.

"Tease just tease now-please..."

"Yeah sure because could." Press slight pressure enough make gasp clench harder groan feeling head tipping second forcing focus back onto...

"Matt," gasps pure warning wrapped pure want "don’t dare stop fucking have conversation!"

Fair point noted filed under Extremely Reasonable Feedback.

Pick pace back driving hard enough bracing herself hands flat against headboard now wings trembling impact tip keeps circling lazy never quite pressing just enough keep guessing keep extra thread sensation buzzing under everything else doing rocking back meet thrust desperate counter-rhythm tells close again squirting earlier apparently opening act.

"You feel so fucking good good," tell unfiltered brain abandoned trying sound cool smooth point "Fuck Bridget perfect know absolutely perfect!"

Sound half laugh half sob shaking head pushing back "Flattery ah during sex really..."

"Not flattery true." Coil tighter around waist possessively "Mine know too right prized sapphire sitting top hoard."

"Your hoard" gasp half mocking half wrecked "not ah fuck not coin Matt—"

Absolutely sound regret sounds woman three thrusts coming apart voice thin strained word punched force hips driving behind press tip little firmer hole breaching promising reaction immediate whole shuddering pussy clenching cocks hard nearly lose rhythm.

"Matt gonna..."

"Yeah go ahead let go, my gem."

Bridget cums and comes apart at the same time, shaking and spasming while my cocks pull out of her beautiful cunt.

i slither around her beautiful body and keep her warm, while she rides through the waves of bliss.

Later, I woke beneath a blanket with her hand resting against an uninjured patch of scales. The soup bowl was empty, my phone was quiet, and for several minutes I had everything I wanted without stealing it from anybody.

The girls were the gems in my hoard, and Bridget was my sapphire. Having her beside me made the apartment feel like my den, although I suspected any attempt to label her drawer as treasure storage would earn me a very reasonable argument.

Old Mate sat at his private bar, holding his drink without comment. I appreciated the silence until the phone finally buzzed and he looked up with the expression of a koala who smelled a terrible opportunity.

Lyra’s message included the buyer’s new condition. He wanted the meeting with me, he wanted Hansen present, and he claimed the four rubber ducks were there because my uncle had already paid for the fifth seat.