Cass lost track of how long Edgar spent between his legs. All he knew was the endless pleasure, those probing fingers, that dangerous tongue and the glittering, blue eyes that watched him, starved.
It didn’t matter how much he made Cass cum, the man was hungry for every orgasm, every little leg tremble, gasp, moan, desperate grasp of Gideon for support. He was a beast, uncontrollable and when he finally came up to breathe, his face was damp, his fangs on full display and fuck, he was sure his face was a little pruny.
Cass’ legs were covered in marks. The pale skin showing off the nibbles, bites, and other marks that Edgar decided to decorate him with. Cass’ chest wasn’t much better. Gideon hadn’t just been standing there doing nothing. He’d been touching, stroking, loving Cass while Edgar drove him to orgasm, over and over.
The worst thing for Cass’ fevered mind was Gideon going to Edgar, sucking him off, and then feeding that to Cass in a kiss so hot, delicious, and wonderful that Cass tried to escape Edgar’s hold every time.
It never worked, the man using his vampiric strength and magic to keep Cass exactly as he wanted him, his body becoming even more slick with desire and Edgar just seemed to be feeding off of that.
Cass was grateful that he hadn’t sunk his fangs into the tender, newer skin of the vagina he had. He was sure that if he did, Cass wouldn’t ever recover. He might just pass away from pleasure. The man was already making him float, embarrassment and anything else that could bother him in the moment long gone.
Cass’ hands were practically claws on the bed, tearing the sheets into strips as he tried to hold onto sanity. Gideon’s poor thighs did bear the brunt of his grip. Scratches, bruises, long, dragging lines from his nails that would be hard to explain.
Neither man minded as Edgar finally came up.
He barely got to rest, or enjoy his moment as Gideon reached for him, kissing Edgar in front of Cass as he lay there, a shell of a man, watching Gideon devour his mouth as if he had been holding back all this time.
Cass’ chest rose and fell, his body not willing to listen to him as he willed it to sit up, get out of the way for the two men, but he couldn’t. Fuck, it was hot. Gideon had wrapped both hands around Edgar’s head, one sliding to the back of his neck as he angled his head, kissing him with a deep possession that had Edgar’s eyes fluttering closed. The soft moans that escaped both of them had Cass shivering.
If only Edgar hadn’t eaten him out of his strength, Cass would be there too. Touching them, pleasing them, making them feel good. Instead he was lying like a limp noodle on his back, his cock still hard, his chest heaving.
Gideon pulled Edgar closer, their bodies rubbing together and Cass watched as Edgar twitched, his face flushing. Gideon was getting dangerously good at this, but Cass could tell that Edgar wasn’t just letting him take control. Both men were flushed, kissing each other with a fervor that told Cass that they still had energy. Still could keep going.
Cass’ body twitched, the hunger still deep in his gut. Good.
Cass found the strength buried deep inside of him, pulling himself up on wobbly legs. He didn’t have to go far. He just needed to get up, sit up and pull himself closer to the others. They were so focused on each other, thinking that Cass was exhausted that Cass was able to surprise them both as he wrapped his hands around each cock.
They broke apart, gasping as Cass stroked their cocks with his hands, his body swaying slightly as he sat up. His inner thighs were tender, his balls aching along with that damp core that Edgar had paid so much attention to. Even his ass was a little swollen, a little twitchy, but he was hungry.
He had a feast before him.
"Don’t mind me." Cass breathed, leaning in to rub his lips against Edgar’s cock. Edgar’s chest rose and fell, his eyes going wide. "I’m just having a little drink. You two enjoy yourselves. I like watching." Cass’ eyes creased at the corners as he smiled up around Edgar’s cock, then around Gideon’s. His tongue was out, licking and teasing both as his hand stroked the one that wasn’t near his mouth. He rotated his attention, watching as both men twitched and jerked.
"You can still move?" Edgar asked, sounding a little appalled, and upset. Cass chuckled.
"I feel tender and sore down there, but not fully satisfied yet." Cass admitted. Edgar looked like he was going to deflate. He clearly thought he had done serious damage during Cass’ heat and Cass realised that he was getting upset that he wasn’t able to take care of him as well as he thought. "My Prince, you did a wonderful job. Please don’t think less of what you did. I loved having your tongue and fingers inside of me. I’m aching for more, but we can’t do it." Cass slid his gaze to Edgar’s cock, sliding further past it towards Edgar’s ass.
Cass released Edgar’s cock and reached further with his hand, barely giving Edgar a second before his middle finger was tapping Edgar’s hole. The soft moan that left Edgar’s mouth as Cass slipped inside, Edgar just as eager to take him inside as Cass was eager to enter him telling him a story that Cass wanted to hear.
"You’re not satisfied either, even after doing that to me, right? You loved it, but you’re still craving a cock, mine or Gideon’s, pounding you deep here, right?" Cass slid his lips across Gideon’s cock as he spoke, Edgar’s cock bobbing in the air as Cass began to fuck him with his middle finger. Just light, just teasing.
Fuck, Edgar looked so pretty with that blush on his cheeks, his lips open. Gideon seemed to think so too as he leaned in, pressing kisses against Edgar’s cheeks and throat, leaving his lips alone to let him release those breathy, enchanting moans.
Cass watched him, felt him clench around Cass’ fingers, felt his desire grow. Cass could smell him getting closer, his eyes narrowing as he pulled back only to add more fingers. Edgar’s hands gripped onto Gideon harder, holding him tightly as Cass continued to rub his lips across the side of Gideon’s cock, Edgar’s cock bobbing in the warm air as Cass continued to fuck him from behind.
Watching him find pleasure from his fingers was scratching an itch that Cass forgot he had. He loved how responsive Edgar was to any touch. Cass licked the cock before him, wanting everything.
Gideon was in the same state, staring at Edgar, but his gaze sliding to Cass who was licking his cock. He looked pretty too, all flushed and those green eyes filled with an untamed desire that made Cass’ asshole clench. It was killing him that he couldn’t fuck either of them, that he couldn’t fuck anyone.
Cass moaned, his lips leaving Gideon’s cock to move to Edgar. He could tell he was getting too close for Cass to neglect his cock. His mouth was like a heat-seeking missile. He reached out, mouth first, swallowing Edgar’s cock eagerly. The choked off sound that left Edgar’s lips had Gideon reaching out, stroking Edgar’s hair. Cass swallowed his cock greedily, taking everything as Edgar’s hips jerked into his mouth.
"That’s it. You’ve got it. Just let it wash over you, Eddie. We’ve got you." Gideon whispered and Cass heard the other man whimper.
"Fuck. This feels too good. I think my legs are going to give out." Edgar breathed.
"I’ve got you. We’ll catch you. You can cum whenever you want, collapse on us. We’ll catch you. Fall, my love." Gideon whispered and Cass felt something warm and dangerous swirl in his stomach. Gideon called Edgar his love? That was sweet.
Cass did wonder if it was appropriate for him to find that cute while he was knuckles deep inside of Edgar, his cock down Cass’ throat, but cute struck you when cute did.
The soft plea to no one in particular left Edgar’s mouth before Cass felt his cock swell and his seed spilled into Cass’ mouth. Cass eagerly swallowed it down, grateful, greedy for it. Edgar’s hips thrust, trembled and Cass didn’t let him escape from either side.
His fingers dug deep, milking him, making Edgar continue to tremble and shake. Was it a tiny bit of payback? Yeah. Edgar better watch his back, truly.
Cass was going to ambush him whenever he could, rub himself all over him like a damn cat. Mark him. Show him that what he’d done, what he’d probably do again, came with consequences. Consequences that he was sure the man who had pulled him into an alcove in town to mess around with him, would like.
Gideon was kissing the man, petting him down from his orgasm, but Cass wasn’t feeling as generous. He swallowed all of the seed he’d gotten from Edgar. Delicious. Then he pulled away from Edgar, his fingers still deep inside of him as he turned to Gideon.
He wasn’t free from Cass’ attention either.
Cass swallowed his cock next, nearly getting a shout from the surprised Gideon as he pulled him deep inside of his mouth. He’d noticed something about Gideon. He liked when Cass took him to the furthest point, but he didn’t like when Cass fully pulled him out. Instead, he liked fucking that tightness there. He liked it when Cass fluttered on the tip of his cock, that part of his dick stopping Cass from breathing.
He liked feeling Cass struggle on his cock, but not to the point that he wanted Cass to suffer. He just liked the attention. So, Cass did just that. He rocked his head back and forth just a little bit, thrusting Gideon’s cock against that part in his throat.
The moan that tore out of Gideon’s throat had Edgar reaching for Gideon, stroking his fingers through his hair as Gideon shook.
"By the Gods." Gideon whispered, a silent prayer asking for strength. Edgar gave a soft, wispy laugh.
"The gods aren’t going to help you here, Giddy. It’s okay. Cum as much as you want. Cass wants it. I want it. You’re so hot when you cum." Edgar’s whispered words had Gideon shuddering, his abs rippling as he tried to control his reactions.
Cass pulled back, gasping for air, watching as Gideon’s gaze dropped to him, his green gaze desperate as Cass ran his lips down the sides of Gideon’s cock as he caught his breath.
"Still thirsty?" Gideon asked, his voice raspy. Cass gave a silly, dangerous grin.
"Always." Cass replied and watched as Gideon closed his eyes, his throat coming into stark contrast as he summoned strength. When he opened his eyes and looked back down at Cass, he’d seemed to come to terms with something.
"You don’t have to try that hard, love. I’ll give it to you, easily." Gideon whispered, his eyes darting to Cass’ throat. "I don’t want to hurt you." It was sweet, truly, but Cass just chuckled. His eyes were warm as he ran his tongue, wet and slick, against Gideon’s cock. The man’s face flushed, his face twitching as he held himself back.
"I appreciate your concern, Giddy, but I like knowing what drives you crazy. I like knowing what you like and what drives you crazy. So let me. It makes it taste sweeter." Cass told him, wiggling his fingers inside of Edgar for good measure. Edgar gasped.
"Take your fingers out of me." Edgar demanded and Cass laughed.
"No. Suffer." Cass said, speaking to both of them as he swallowed Gideon’s cock again. The sounds of their moans filled his ears as Cass took their pleasure for his own. Delicious.