4. Just a Taste

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JUST A TASTE

A dam

I was toying with her, but it couldn't be helped.

My cock was pulsing, aching to be free. Andrew was in the same state as me, even though he was doing his best to hide it beneath the tough exterior.

Daphne was a miracle. She didn't know yet how much we would cherish her. She didn't have an understanding of how much Andrew and I would do to keep her safe.

Even though Andrew was an ass, I could already see the cracks in his demeanor. He was doing his best to keep her at arm's length, but he would fail.

How long had we been together in this dusty place? Cursed Librarians, stuck roaming the countless rows of books. Every day, we would maintain the library while plucking tomes here and there. I had found my own stack of reading and had learned much.

The crimson dragon, although evil, had a nice collection. One that did deserve to be coveted, even if his methods were madness.

The interesting part was that aside from the first meeting, where we had been given our cursed duties, we rarely saw the dragon. He kept to himself, and sometimes I wondered if he left the library. There would be days, months even where we wouldn't hear a thing from him.

Then there were the other creatures in this library too. Also cursed, with different duties. They didn't interact with Andrew and me, though, keeping to themselves.

How Catherine had found our mate was beyond me. But both Andrew and I knew that she had sent Daphne to us.

The moment I had seen her, I had known.

I had been shocked. She had slipped into the library without either of us noticing. It wasn't until she'd entered the labyrinth that her presence had overwhelmed the two of us.

Now, the clock was ticking. We were safe in our makeshift bedroom for now, but we would need to move soon before one of the other creatures came after us.

We would get out.

I was determined to see the colors of sunrise again. I craved to sprawl out beneath the stars, to lie in fields with morning dew, to dance in the rain.

I missed the outside world. A world that I hadn't cherished until Andrew and I had been stolen from it. I yearned to see all of the wild changes that Catherine had spoken to Andrew and me about.

I knelt in front of Daphne, spreading her legs so that I could tease her while she attempted to explain the book she was after. Andrew was listening to her intently while I was focused purely on making her scent rise again.

The moment we'd had while waiting for the dragon to pass had nearly broken me. If I weren't a gentleman, I would have ravished her there.

Fucking her against the bookshelves would have been magnificent, but I didn't want to scare her.

I didn't want her to run away from us.

But now, she had made it clear that she wanted us. She willingly spread her legs, her moan interrupting the words she poured out.

"I…ah, fuck…I don't know. The book sounded magical, and Catherine was pretty cryptic about it. I love books, so I had to see it. And a secret library?? Like what kind of— ah, fuck, Adam—" She bit her bottom lip as my hand grazed the apex of her thighs. Her fingers dug into the arms of the chair, her hips thrusting. "What kind of bibliophile could resist a secret library? I simply couldn't."

I would need to rid her of these pants.

It was interesting seeing a woman in pants. Catherine had told us that women didn't wear dresses as much, and I appreciated that evolution very much. It meant that I could see her curves. I wanted to sink my teeth into her flesh, to taste her core.

"The book is one I've never seen before," Andrew said. "But perhaps we can keep an eye out for it on our adventure. Are you certain you want this?"

I glanced up at him and smirked. He was fighting himself very hard, but he would lose.

"Yes. For the love of god, yes," she gasped.

Andrew's hand lifted, and he slid it around her neck, forcing her to continue to look up at him. "I have an appetite for obedience, Daphne. I have a thirst for seeing my lover beg. For making them ache for me. Do you understand, human?"

I unbuttoned her pants, and she automatically lifted, allowing me to pull them free. I blew out a hiss.

She wore black lace around her pussy, and her scent was mouth-watering. I could taste her even though my tongue had yet to touch her. Her thighs were beautifully plump, her skin striped here and there.

Andrew would have a pretty time with her.

"I understand," she rasped as she slid a hand down to her pussy. I grabbed her hand before she could touch herself, passing it to Andrew. He leaned in, capturing both of her hands and forcing them above her head.

Andrew chuckled, his eye darkening as he caved in to his lust. "If at any point, we are too much, you must tell us. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she whispered, whining.

"Adam, make her cum."

"Yes, sir," I whispered gleefully.

She squealed as I tore the lace, freeing her completely. She was beautiful, her pussy bright pink and slick. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, sprinkling kisses on her stomach and inner thighs until pressing my nose against her core and breathing her in.

"Fuck, she smells good, Master," I mumbled.

"Master?" she echoed.

"In our everyday life, we are equals," Andrew said, explaining one of our relationship dynamics. "But when it comes to sex, Adam obeys me. I am his Master, and he will do whatever I ask. You will obey me too, Daphne," he said, the last sentence a soft command.

I looked up as I buried my tongue into her, watching her entire body respond. Andrew slipped his massive thumb into her mouth. "Suck it, angel," he urged. Her lips formed an 'o', the suckling sounds delightful.

His eye met mine, and I felt my entire body shudder.

I would need him to fill me later, but now— my role was to bring our new mate to climax.

I began to lap at her, burying my tongue into her slick heat. I forced her legs open as wide as possible and then moved up to nibble at her clit.

Her thighs immediately clamped around my head, her cry lighting up the room.

"Here, let's get this clothing off," Andrew said.

He began to strip her as I lapped at her, enjoying the pressure of her thighs holding me in place. The next time I looked up, I was blessed with the sight of her beautiful breasts being freed. Her nipples hardened, her chest bright pink as she drew in ragged breaths.

"Fuck," she gasped. "I've never… No one has ever made me feel like this."

I chuckled as I forced my tongue back into her. She tasted like heaven, and I intended to show her that she would be worshiped like a goddess.

I drew out my tongue, my chin wet from her. I lifted my hand, slipping the first finger inside of her.

She groaned, her hips bucking.

"Don't stop sucking my finger," Andrew growled, giving her cheek a soft slap.

The shock on her face had both of us enthralled. She wasn't untouched, which I was thankful for, but the way she responded was like she'd never experienced pleasure.

"How does my finger feel?" I asked, stroking her inside.

She moaned, and Andrew pulled his hand free to allow her to answer. "Good. Fuck, it's so big. It's already so big. I want more."

I chuckled as I added my middle finger. She gasped, letting out another cry.

"I think we should move to the bed," Andrew murmured gruffly.

I nodded and removed my fingers as I lifted her on my shoulders, shoving my tongue into her again. Her scream echoed around me, her hands gripping my hair. I stumbled to the bed, laying her down as carefully as possible— all while ravaging her like a starved monster.

As soon as her back hit the mattress, she lifted her hips and began to hump me. I groaned, my cock throbbing.

I felt Andrew behind me. He spread my legs, reaching around to undo my pants. Within moments, I was stripped, and his hand was stroking my cock.

"Let her see it," he commanded.

I moaned, withdrawing from her pussy. She gasped, her cries turning to pants as she lifted her head. Her eyes slid to where my cock was, and they widened.

"Fuck. It's so big. You have a knot. Fuck," she whispered. "There's no way that'll fit inside of me."

"It will," I groaned.

His strokes were lazy, teasing me.

"You have yet to make her cum, Adam. I'm disappointed."

I growled, leaning back down to take her with my mouth with a newfound determination. I would make her cum.

Andrew continued to stroke my cock, his other hand gripping the back of my head. He held me to her pussy now, her cries rising like a wave.

"Fuck. I'm close," she wailed.

I groaned and lifted a finger, pushing it inside of her ass.

Her scream was rewarding, her confused cries drowned into a moan as she immediately came. Her entire body clenched as her orgasm overtook her, the gush flooding my tongue. She was a glorious little thing, her ass and pussy tight.

To take one of us would be a feat, but it could be done.

Taking both of us, however, would be almost impossible.