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“Lay him back,” Theo says, pulling away from Ben and standing up.

“I want to taste him now,” I tell Theo.

“Good thing that’s exactly what I had in mind.” He begins to remove his own jeans, while I pull Ben by his shoulders so he is lying flat on his back. His eyes, still surrounded by smudged makeup, flicker around my face, then down the rest of my body. Theo moves to stand between his legs, then takes hold of his cock, pumping it slowly and making his back arch up.

Theo’s eyes are intense–darker than usual–and the edge of power in his voice sends a shiver of longing through my body. This is a different side of him than I am used to seeing, and I want more. I desperately want him to take control and use me however he wants right now, but I return my focus to the man beneath me, bound by my shadows, watching as my tail flicks back and forth above his face.

“Look at me, Ben,” says Theo, putting one knee on the edge of the mattress and bracing his hands on either side of Ben’s body, then kissing him on the jaw, the neck, the chest…slowly moving down. “Here’s what’s going to happen now: Our sweet Annie is going to take the gag off so you can taste how wet she is for us. If you’re good, and you don’t run that mouth of yours, she’ll suck your cock while you make her come on your tongue. As many times as you can.” Theo pauses and looks up at me, so I wave my hand to remove the shadow gag from Ben’s mouth. A fiendish smile immediately spreads across his face.

“I know you aren’t planning to just sit there and watch this time, Saint Theo,” he breaths. Theo leans in again and slides his own erection between Ben’s hands, which are still tied at the wrists. Ben squeezes it as their lips lock together and Theo pumps his hips.

“No, I’m not going to watch,” he whispers. “This time, I’m going to fuck you.” The desperate sound that escapes Ben’s mouth flips a switch inside of me, and I use the tip of my tail to tilt his chin back as Theo removes his cock from Ben’s grip and stands up again.

“You will only say ‘yes’ and ‘no’, or our names,” I tell him. “You will not give us any orders, or do anything without our permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,mi amor,” he answers, dark eyes shining fervently. I can tell that he desperately wants to be in control of the situation, but he does not speak as he raises his bound arms and looks at me imploringly. He is trying to remind me how good he can make me feel with his tongue and fingers alone, and it works, because I wave my hand to remove the shadow binding. In a flash, he grabs the backs of my thighs, jerking me forward so I have to brace my hands on his hips.

“Impatient,” Theo laughs softly. He reaches into his nightstand drawer and removes a small bottle. On my knees, I shuffle forward and Ben wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me down onto his face. All of the energy he would normally be using to talk or direct the two of us, he now channels into fucking me with his tongue.

“Oh God, Ben!” I cry as he plunges inside me, thrusting and licking and sucking with an enthusiasm I have never felt from him before. Theo still stands between his legs, watching us hungrily as he applies the lube to himself and Ben. I am eager to watch them together, and the anticipation only brings me closer to release. But Ben’s fingers, which he buries deep inside me–and his lips sucking my clit–also do their fair share. Theo tosses the bottle aside, then reaches out and gently takes hold of my throat.

“How’s he doing, sweetheart?”

“So…fucking…good,” I pant, my fingertips digging into Ben’s flesh. I must be careful that my claws do not make an appearance, although I am not sure if Ben would mind the pain or the scars.

“Are you close?” Theo asks, his own breaths coming faster and faster as his eyes flicker down to where my tits are bouncing mere inches from his mouth. This must be just as torturous for him as it is for me.

“Yes,” I moan, rocking forward and nearly kissing him.

Theo leans closer, tightens his fingers around my throat, then whispers a truly filthy request in my ear. The thrill of it sends a shockwave through my body which, combined with Ben’s fingers and mouth, push me into the spiral of a delicious orgasm, which I know will only be the first tonight.

39

Theo

I can’t imagine whyI thought this was a good idea, but I’m also not sure why we haven’t done it before. It was something about the way Ben looked playing drums tonight, and the way Annie brought that damn tail out in the car—it pushed me over an edge I didn’t even know existed. I’m still being careful about Annie and I having too much contact. I’m still keeping a lid on my feelings. I’m still doing what I can to hold Annoth at bay. But tonight, it’s purely physical.

Tonight, I need them both the same way I need air or water. The last few weeks of only having Ben, or only watching the two of them together, it’s left me parched, dry, gasping. I need to breathe them in, drink my fill, suffocate between their bodies, and let them wash over me–drown me, even. This desperation has been burning me from the inside out, and tonight I intend to douse that flame.

I guess that’s why I felt like it was a good idea to give Annie the instructions I did. Watching her come on Ben’s fingers and tongue though, I can barely breathe, let alone second-guess myself.Fuck, she’s so gorgeous when she gets off–her face flushed and her tits pressed between her arms, her mouth making that little O-shape. Not to mention the fucking noises she makes. I could probably come just listening tohercome. Another time, maybe. Ben gasps for air as she folds forward, shadows swirling around her body, tail lashing behind her. I catch her by the shoulders and push her back, then lift her chin with one hand.

“Annie, look at me.”

Her eyes snap open. No blackness. No demon. God, I want to kiss her so fucking badly, and I think she senses it because she puts a hand on my chest and uses me to straighten herself up. Then, she reaches down and grabs the back of Ben’s legs, lifting them so he can settle his heels on the edge of the mattress. I grab his hips and slide him closer to me, grinning at her while she watches me tease him with the tip of my cock. He’s still gripping her thighs tight, and I can tell how hard he’s fighting the urge to speak. As soon as I start to touch him, his breathing becomes labored, and Annie’s does too. She’s leaning over, bracing her hands on the mattress beside his legs, watching while I use my fingers on him first.

“Does he feel good, Ben?” she murmurs, circling her hand around his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans, “but I–” He somehow manages to stop himself, and Annie lets out a soft laugh.

“Are you ready for Theo to fuck you now?” she asks, and he answers by jerking her back down and burying his tongue inside her again. She lets out a sweet little gasp and lowers her mouth to the tip of his cock, catching the drops of precum on her tongue and then running it down his shaft. I wait patiently, drinking in the sound of their soft moans, until she looks up at me and nods, then I hold my breath and plunge my cock into Ben.

“Fuck!” His voice is muffled by Annie still sitting on his face, but his reaction also probably has something to do with the fact that she took his cock all the way to the back of her throat at the same time I entered him. His entire body strains now, every muscle taut and tense, but his legs drop open further and his hips tilt, taking me deeper. I can’t help but let out a gasp of my own, and plant one hand on his hip for leverage, then pull out slowly and thrust into him again, setting a pace that he mirrors on Annie with his fingers. She whimpers as he works her back up, teasing her clit with his tongue.

She pulls his cock out of her mouth just long enough to moan, “Ben…Ben, that feels so fucking good!”

I think he might be close to his limit, judging by the way his body is twitching and the sounds coming from between Annie’s legs, so I reach down and seize a handful of her hair.

“I want to see you come again, sweetheart,” I say, “and I want to hear it this time.” She wastes no time in bringing the tip of her tail around and running her hand over it, changing the shape, then swinging it back behind her.