37. Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Lumen

"This is going to be torture." I groan, crossing my legs at the ankles.

"I agree," Lexia whispers.

We're both sitting on the bed, our backs against the headboard. When I was told what we were doing, I didn't believe it. I thought Lexia was playing a joke on me, until the shadow himself agreed it was true.

He wants an audience while he fucks Slate.

It's hot as fuck.

Of course I know why he's doing it. I knew why before Lexia explained it to me. Though I was surprised to hear this was initially Slate's idea. Maybe he's being the bigger person, putting himself out there and trying to make amends by giving up his body to the shadow.

Though, it doesn't seem he would have much issue doing this, considering he has allowed me to fuck him and use him as I want. He is submissive in the bedroom when it comes to males.

"Just relax and enjoy the show," Slate says, winking at us.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, as he was told to do by Vesperon. We're all impatiently awaiting his arrival and I swear he's doing it to build anticipation. To make the grey wait for him. Or he's talking himself down from backing out. I can't be sure.

Something moves in the corner of the room, opposite the door. I flick my gaze that way and smirk when I see Vesperon emerging from the shadows. I carefully slide my hand along the bed and tap Lexia's thigh. She looks at me, and I flick my eyes towards Ves. Her gaze goes that way, and I see the way her eyes light up.

Slate has no idea. His back is to the shadow, and he's sitting there patiently, like he isn't about to have his insides rearranged.

The shadow does not like him. He's resentful that they're stuck together. Now he plans to assert dominance over him in front of his other mates. If Slate thinks Ves is going to go easy in any manner, he's out of his mind.

But maybe this is what he wants. Maybe it's what he was hoping for.

Vesperon stops behind Slate, and just by his stance, I can see he's in a mood. He probably hates himself for what he's about to do, but maybe it'll be good for them. They could hate-fuck each other for all of eternity if they wanted to. It's a good way to let off some steam.

Vesperon's hand goes around Slate's mouth, causing him to jump. His eyes go wide until Vesperon moves around him to show himself.

"Get up. Remove your clothing."

I can see from Slate's eyes that he's smirking. He gets to his feet and starts to undress. Vesperon only lets go of his mouth when Slate needs to remove his shirt.

Once he's naked, Vesperon grabs him by the throat and leans down to whisper something in his ear. Slate's breathing increases, his chest moving faster. Vesperon shoves him onto the bed, pressing his face into the mattress. His dick grows from between his body, thicker than I've ever seen it before. It's dripping, leaking all over Slate's ass.

With his free hand, Vesperon lines himself up with Slate—no prep—and all in one go slams into Slate, who grips the sheets and screams bloody murder.

The guy can heal, but shit, that had to have hurt.

His body is shaking as Vesperon fucks him hard and fast. After a few moments, Slate's moans of pain turn to sounds of pleasure, a disbelieving chuckle thrown in here and there.

Vesperon keeps pushing Slate's face into the mattress, and I know he can't be breathing well. His other hand digs into his side, sharp nails bursting from the tips of his fingers. Ves digs them into his skin, causing him to cry out again.

Slate mutters something into the mattress that I can't make out. Ves releases some pressure so he can turn his head.

"Too much, grey?" Ves growls.

"Not even close," he rasps out. His eyes dart to me and Lexia and he winks at us. "I just said you'll have to do better than that."

Vesperon growls, slamming into him even harder.

Lexia shifts in her spot and I move closer to her, taking her hand. She looks a mix of worried and turned on. I feel the same way. Slate doesn't seem to hate what he's going through, so why should I worry about it? I mean, I'm not too worried about it. My dick is hard as steel. I take our linked hands and rest it on my erection. Lexia makes a small sound of approval, giving me a squeeze.

A loud crack rings through the room, and I bring my attention back to Ves and Slate in time to see Vesperon raising his hand again, crashing it down onto Slate's ass. Another loud crack.

Vesperon pulls out of Slate, gripping his shoulder and yanking him to his back.

"You will choke on my cum," Vesperon spits out, climbing onto the bed so he is straddling Slate's chest. One hand is flat on the mattress while the other tangles in his hair. He shoves his cock, that is now a more suitable size for Slate's mouth, as far as it will go.

The muscles in Ves's arms tense as he pulls Slate's mouth into him while thrusting down his throat. Slate chokes, coughs, gags… I already know how much he likes being used like this, which has me even harder than I was before.

I move Lexia's hand over my dick, slowly stroking me. It's nothing more than a tease, but the relief helps.

Cum and saliva pour down Slate's cheeks, puddling on the bed. If Slate could die, I'd worry Ves would drown him.

Vesperon lets out a long, low groan when he comes. He shivers, slowly thrusting into Slate's mouth. When he's done, he gets to his feet, panting. Slate is trying to catch his breath.

Now that Ves is off Slate, I see how achingly hard he is, the tip of his cock glistening with pre-cum.

Ves makes eye contact with Lexia. I can't tell how he's feeling by the look on his face. He carefully moves to the chair by the desk, turns it to face the bed, and sits down. With a careful wave of his arm, he tells us to proceed.

"Someone, please make me come," Slate whines, still catching his breath.

"He comes last," Vesperon says, shifting in his chair.

Slate whines, covering his face with his hands, his body shaking.

I gesture toward Slate with a slight jerk of my chin.

"Sit on his face," I say. "And bend over so I can fuck you at the same time. Don't touch his cock."

If this is Vesperon's way to punish Slate, I'm not sure he realizes that Slate likes this. But I guess if it's making Ves feel better, that's fine.

Lexia gets undressed and moves over Slate's face like I told her to. He grips her hips, lapping at her pussy. I move behind her, sliding into her slick pussy.

Fuck, she always feels so good.

I move slowly, wanting to make sure Slate can pleasure her from below. She's already trembling, and on the verge of coming. Her pussy is pulsing around me. She needs to come so badly.

Her moans get higher and longer, her pussy squeezing me tighter.

"Come for us," I tell her. "Choke my cock, darling."

Her back arches and she cries out as she flutters around my dick. Her legs shake as Slate keeps sucking on her clit.

I tap her thigh to get her attention. "Go sit with Vesperon," I say.

Slate is panting even heavier when Lexia gets off him and goes to sit with Vesperon. She sits right on his lap, and he holds her there so they can both watch.

"Please, Lumen… I need to come. Please make me come."

I smirk at Slate. "It's sexy when you beg."

I reach for his cock. Vesperon growls. I look at him over my shoulder and wink. I drag a finger up Slate's cock, dragging it over the slick crown. There is so much pre-cum leaking from him it's dripping down to his balls.

He moves into my touch, needing more, but I pull my hand away.

"No," he whines. "Please, Lumen. Please. "

"You'll come after I do," I say. "That's what the shadow wants."

He looks like he's about to cry, but it only makes me sexier.

Besides, if he didn't want this, he could just jerk off and do it himself. But it's not what he wants. He wants to be allowed to come. He wants permission.

I get to my feet and move to the edge of the bed, pulling him closer to me. His hole is still leaking from Vesperon's cum, which helps me slide into Slate with ease. He groans long and low as I do. Fucking him like this will only drive him crazier.

He grips the bed, chest heaving, as I pound into him, his ass greedily choking my cock.

I am already wound so tight from the show and from having my mate come on my dick.

"Fuck, yes…" Slate breathes out. "Lumen, I think—" I pull out, as difficult as it was to stop myself, I pull out of him, not wanting him to come.

"No!" he shouts, rolling his head back and forth, tears in his eyes. "No, no, no…"

He's thrusting his hips up, his cock hitting his stomach. He's on the very edge, and I swear the slightest touch is going to send him over the edge.

"You were told to come last," I say.

"I can't… I can't hold on anymore."

"You will." Gripping his hips, I slide back in again. "I'm almost there. Do as you're told and maybe next time you won't have to wait so long."

He whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. He's focusing on his breathing, trying to not come.

It's so fucking hot.

"Gods, yes, Slate. You feel so good," I tell him. "This tight ass is going to take all of my cum."

"Yes, yes, yes," he chants. "Give it to me, Lumen. Please."

His begging sends me over the edge, and I come hard. I rest a knee on the edge of the bed as I pull out of him, replacing my cock with my fingers so I can gather up some cum. When I have enough, I reach for his dick and stroke him. I've never felt someone so hard in my life.

"Gods yes, fuck…" I'm hardly touching him at all, the lightest of grips on his cock. When I stroke up, I squeeze the tip of his dick over and over in a pulsing motion. He whimpers loudly when the first shot of cum spurts from his cock, landing all over his chest. I work him through his orgasm that covers his abdomen in cum. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he repeats under his breath, sounding almost manic. He's still shaking, his dick still hard. But I'm pretty sure that's all he's getting tonight. If he needs another orgasm, he can do it himself.