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Vash growls before starting to tongue-fuck me again. This time he pushes into me further and thrusts faster. His hot tongue diving in and out of my body makes an orgasm punch through me. I am completely silent, and I can’t breathe as he forces me to come over and over on his tongue. Eventually, it gets to the point where he barely touches me and it sends massive shockwaves through my body.

Vash flips me and huffs in my ear. “Trust me?” he asks in my head.

“Yes. Yes, I trust you,”I say.

“You really want me to take you? Use you as my fuck toy?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Make me beg for mercy.”

Vash suddenly flips me before shifting back, but not completely. “Scream for me, little demon,” he says as he slams his still-shifted cocks inside of me. In my head, I scream as he aggressively fucks me into the bed. At one point he drags me up to my knees before tightly gripping my hips. All I can do is bury my face in the pillows while he savagely fucks me.

He reaches around my body and roughly pinches my clit, forcing another orgasm from me. He rolls it around between his fingers and continues to fuck me while I am silently begging him to slow down. “Please. Gods, it’s too much,” I tell him through our mind link.

“Mine,” he growls before flipping me to my back. He hooks his arms behind my knees and pushes my knees to my chest before slamming into me again. At the angle, he reaches so deep into my body, but it makes my brain go numb. Through our mindlink, I’m begging him to stop. It’s a constant loop of telling him it’s too much and I can’t take it. I don’t really want him to stop, though. I want him to use me. I trust him to not take it too far, and he’s not. Everything he is doing feels so fucking good that my brain can’t handle it.

He continues to fuck me as hard and deep as he can as he resumes pinching and rolling my clit. Eventually, my body unwillingly goes limp. He pulls out of me and grabs me by the hair. He moves up to straddle my face and shoves one of his cocks down my throat. He is no longer shifted so he can fuck my face.

I grip his ass as he pumps into me. When I decide to slip my fingers inside of him, he hears my thoughts through our mind link first. “Wait, Leli. I…” His words are cut off when I push in and stroke his prostate, making a deep guttural growl escape him. The harder he fucks my throat, the harder he fucks himself on my fingers. He may be straddling my face, but I just took complete control of this man. His muscles shake as he pumps into my mouth with a feverish need to come.

“Fuck, Leli,” he moans as all the right spots are getting teased. It gets to the point where he is so lost in the feelings I’m creating for him that he doesn’t notice me bring my other arm around to stroke his other cock. He tightens his muscles just as he pushes down my throat and comes. I suck him down happily while he also comes on my chest from me stroking his second cock.

“Dear Gods, woman,” Vash says as he moves to the bed beside me to catch his breath. He only sits there for a moment before getting up and cleaning me of the mess he made. “Where in the hell did that come from?”

“You are very responsive to my touch,” I giggle. He pulls me to his chest so that he can wrap his arms around me.

“I’m in love with you,” he says before kissing my head.

“Because I made you fuck your own ass?” I ask with a grin. “I love you too, Vash.”

“That was… I don’t know what to say,” he says.

“Amazing? Rejuvenating?” I ask.

“Something like that,” he chuckles.

“You fuck like a beast,” I say. “I love it.” We lie together in silence until I eventually fall asleep in his arms.

Chapter Forty Five

Striker

Day Five

Wegetintothebedroom, and Maple sits on the bed as I shut the door. “Dinner was wonderful,” she says.

“Brenna is a great cook,” I say as I sit beside her.

“I’m a virgin,” she says unprompted.

“I figured,” I say simply with a smirk.

“I read a lot, though,” she says. “Like a lot. I know plenty, I just…”

“Maple,” I say, cutting her off.

“I’m sorry. I ramble when I’m nervous,” she says with a sigh.

“Why are you nervous?” I ask as I cup her cheek. I noticed that every time I touch her, she leans into me. She’s either deprived of touch, or she really enjoys it.