19. Jasper

Jasper

O livia kneels next to me. Her amazing tits loom above my face. I missed touching them. I lean to my left, wanting to suck the shit out of her nipple while she rides me. She moves away just as my lips are about to touch her skin. My head falls back on the pillow with a groan. Is she going to forbid me to touch her while she does what she wants to me? It’s been a while since a woman dominated me in bed. It’s not my usual thing, but I do enjoy it from time to time.

Mose gets naked and lies close to Olivia.

Last night, when my blood-brothers returned with her safe and sound, I was so fucking relieved nothing bad had happened to her. Unfortunately, she was asleep, and I couldn’t search every inch of her body for signs of injuries. Tyson tried to assure me that she was well, but I didn’t believe it until now. He refused to let me in his office, claiming Olivia needed to rest.

If not for my stupid leg, I would have gone with my blood-brothers to look for Mose and Olivia. If not for Rin and Steven, I would have gone insane with worry.

My eyes travel down her body. Except for a small bruise on her shoulder, she appears to be unharmed.

After learning what really happened to her, all I want to do is give her a big hug and tell her that I’m sorry for not protecting her from Tyson and Rueben during her first week at the farm. My demon felt there was something special about her. I should have paid more attention to him. It took me a long time to realize she was my other half. I never thought I had one, but it makes sense that that person is Olivia since she is everything I wanted in a woman.

Olivia removes the blanket covering my legs. “Already naked. So convenient.”

“I didn’t want clothes to get in our way,” I explain.

Olivia puts her palm above the cast, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Being touched by her feels so fucking amazing. Her fingers move up and down my leg, and my cock is ready to explode all over Olivia’s tits. Then I picture Tyson licking her clean while I make her cum on my tongue. Lastly, I’ll have her on her knees taking care of Ansel and Mose, Tyson fucking her from behind while I ride his ass. Rueben can go fuck himself since he doesn’t deserve to be around Olivia. Not after what he did to her.

My balls tighten, and a groan escapes me.

Thinking of all the ways I can fuck Tyson and Olivia is killing me. Unfortunately, Tyson is not into me. Over the years, I've tried giving him hints, but he’s only into women. I gave up on the idea that he would ever reciprocate my feelings. Life is not perfect, and we don’t always get what we want.

Being bisexual sucks when I can’t explore this part of myself with the man I like. Since I became a Lord, I have suppressed all my desires to be with men. Blood-brothers are supposed to be dedicated only to their women, pampering them and all that, not to screw other Lords.

Olivia is more than enough for me, but Tyson, being under the same roof as me, has always had my imagination running wild. The only thing I can do is watch him from afar and wish that, one day, he’ll look at me the same way I look at him.

My cock throbs with the need to be inside Olivia, to fill her pussy with jizz, to breed her. Since the last time I fucked her, days ago, I have had no form of release, and my balls are so full, it hurts.

I groan in frustration because my patience is so thin right now, but I need to get her ready for my cock.

“Does it hurt?” Olivia asks.

Her hand brushes against my cock, and cum oozes out of the tip.

Can she tell how close I am to cumming? Fuck. The last time I finished by only being touched, I was in high school. I had a girl in my truck, she was running her palm over my cock, and I came in my pants in a few seconds. Not my proudest moment.

She told all her friends and they made fun of me for months.

Since then, it has never happened again. But Olivia has more power over me than I originally thought. I might be wrong, but she is slowly wrapping everyone around her finger.

I grab Olivia by her waist and put her on top of me. Her pussy sits right above my poor dick. The heat radiating from her is maddening. “Not being inside you hurts,” I complain.

Olivia arches an eyebrow. “I mean your leg.”

Who cares about my leg? I don’t need it to fuck her. “My balls hurt.”

Olivia slides onto the bed. “I want to see if I can heal you.”

Her words remind me of the incident with Rueben. I can’t shake the feeling that she had something to do with him not dying. Or coming back from the dead. I’m still not entirely sure what happened that day.

“As long as you keep touching me, you can do whatever you want to me,” I tell her, not really caring about my leg right now.

“Hellstar,” Mose says.

I know that she’s a hellstar, but I don’t know what he means by that. Rueben already told me what happened to Mose. When Ansel asked the demon if Mose’s soul was still in there somewhere, he shrugged. I have yet to know what that means to all of us. The link is still there, but if the demon consumed Mose’s soul, how long until I lose another blood-brother?

Having him in the same bed as me is strange but Olivia is bonded to him, so maybe there’s a chance to save Mose. Only time will tell. For now, I’ll treat him as I always do.

Ansel walks up to us. “You should let her try. She healed my wings.”

Now that I think about it, didn’t he mention that Olivia has healing powers? Or that he had his second pair of wings ripped off. I want to ask about his demon, but now is not the time. Later, after I fuck Olivia for hours.

Olivia shrugs. “You only got hurt because of me. It was the right thing to do.” To me, she says, “If you don’t want me to try, it’s your call.”

I quickly sit on the bed. “I do.”

“I can’t promise this will work,” she says as she puts her hands back on my leg.

Even if she doesn’t heal me, there won’t be any hard feelings. I already got used to the idea that I might lose my left leg. After the operation, the doctor told me it could be a possibility, as the damage was pretty significant.

After a minute or so of nothing happening, Olivia frowns. “Do I have to get angry every time I want to heal someone?”

Her hands glow. A tingling sensation spreads across my leg, and the pain in my knee eases. All the drugs prescribed by the doctor didn’t help. They never did. In time, I got used to the constant ache. Not feeling it anymore is strange. I can’t wait to see if I can go back to missions now that my leg is all better. But that will mean being away from Olivia for days.

“You are amazing,” I say.

“I’m just happy to help,” Olivia casually says, like it’s not a big deal that she can do extraordinary things. She uses her powers for a few minutes before removing her palms. “How do you feel?”

“Better than I’ve felt in years. Ansel, can you find something to remove the cast?”

Ansel thinks for a moment before saying, “I’ll go grab the angle grinder.”

What the hell does he plan to do with it?

“Do you want to cut off my leg after Olivia healed it?” I ask.

Ansel snorts. “Just the cast. Don’t they have something similar in the hospitals?”

“It’s a cast cutter,” I explain.

Ansel dismisses me with a flick of his wrist. “Same thing.”

How, in Lucifer’s name, is that the same thing? The cast cutters are specially designed for medical purposes. Even if the blade touches the skin, it won’t cause any harm.

“Change of plans. I’m going to the hospital because this will only end in a disaster,” I try to reason with Ansel, but he leaves. I sigh. “This is what I get for wanting to get laid.”

Olivia makes a funny noise. It sounds like she is giggling.

I lean on my elbow and cup her face. My thumb caresses her cheek. “I am yet to see you smile. I wonder what it will take to hear you laugh.”

“I don’t know how to laugh anymore,” Olivia says.

She endured so much, no wonder she looks sad all the time. I wish there was a way I could make her truly happy.

I know my next words won’t make her feel any better, but I want her to know what I feel for her. “I love you, Little Love,” I say before I steal a kiss from her. She doesn’t say the words back, but I don’t expect her to. She needs time to heal from all the heartache she endured.

Mose hugs her from behind, his palms cupping her tits. His eyebrows shoot up. “Amazing.”

Olivia leans her head on his shoulder. Their hips move back and forth.

“So impatient to fuck her perfect pussy,” I chuckle.

Mose groans. “I. Never.”

I don’t ask what he never did as I want my entire focus only on making her feel good. My fingers rub her clit. Soft moans rise from her throat. I missed hearing all those little sounds she makes when she enjoys herself.

Mose rolls her nipples between his fingers.

“Oh,” she moans when my middle finger eases inside her.

“Does it feel good?” I ask, not wanting to hurt her.

Her pussy grips my finger hard. “It feels amazing. But your tongue would feel even better.”

I push another finger inside her. “What do you think I’m doing here? Getting my meal ready.”

“Who sticks their fingers in their food?” Olivia wonders.

I pull my fingers away from her. “I do,” I say before licking them clean. More cum oozes from my dick. “I missed your taste.”

“You don’t need my permission to eat me whenever you feel like it.”

Olivia has no idea how hungry I can get during the day. And I’m not the only one who will want to feast on her pussy.

I lay on the pillows. “Ride my face.”

Ansel returns before Olivia can suffocate me with her sweet pussy. A pair of pruning shears are in his hands. At least he didn’t bring the angle grinder.

“I searched the internet for ways to remove a cast at home. It says that you should soak it in warm water and vinegar. When it’s soft enough, I can cut it,” Ansel explains.

At this point, I am ready to drive myself to the hospital and have the damn thing removed by someone who knows what they’re doing.

Olivia gets out of bed and picks up the robe from the floor. “I’m going to look for the vinegar.”

Mose sighs, annoyed. “Bath.”

I should have fucked Olivia before she healed my leg. Then my balls would not be hurting so much right now. I bring the fingers that were inside her to my nose. They still smell like her.

I should have my face buried between her thighs, not letting Ansel play handyman with my leg.