Edgar was resentful of the fact that Lucian was just watching.
Unlike last time, the man had literally pulled up a fucking chair, plopped his ass down in it near the bed, and watched.
Watched as Cass ate him up like his favourite treat. Sucking, finger fucking Edgar into oblivion until Edgar felt like a damn wet noodle. When was done with that, he then bent Edgar in half and proceeded to eat his ass like it was his favourite dessert.
Edgar had cum a lot the last time, he would be the first to admit it, but he hadn’t ever cum like this before. It was beyond above average for him. He knew that Cass’ powers, demonic in nature, had to play a role in this.
Edgar, outside of him drinking blood and not being able to handle sunlight, was a regular man. He could cum a couple of times in a row, but he needed time to recharge. He wasn’t getting downtime right now, Cass was moving him around on the bed like a damn pretzel. A ragdoll. Cass had one button turned on right now, and that button wanted to milk, sip and drink every last ounce of cum that came out of Edgar.
It was an exhausting, thrilling experience, but he would like some help.
Lucian could at least take his attention off of him for a few minutes, right? Give him a moment to breathe?
Edgar had tears in his eyes, down his face, his hair was moist and stuck to his face and his legs were up and around Cass’ shoulders. The man was eating him out, his tongue plunging into his ass over and over.
Edgar had thought he had been sensitive before, but he was far past that point now. His whole body was trembling, shaking, his eyes rolling back into his head as Cass continued to do so, his hand wrapped around his cock as he held on, not jerking Edgar off, as he enjoyed himself.
Cass had been doing this for about half an hour. Edgar thought his ass wasn’t going to go back to normal after this.
"Lucy, fuck. Have mercy." Edgar groaned and heard the other man laughed. Laughed!
"I lasted a whole 12 hours without help. You can manage three hours, Eddie." Lucian told him. No sympathy, no consideration. Only amusement in his voice and his nickname.
Edgar, in frustration, twisted his body so that he could glare at him. Lucian was all smiles when he caught Edgar glaring at him.
"You shouldn’t do that. You should focus on what Cass is doing, or he’s going to get upset. If you get distracted, he’s going to think he’s not doing a good enough job. Are you prepared for those consequences?" Lucian asked, even more amused as his two cocks jutted out, twitching, as Lucian watched Cass eat Edgar out.
Edgar felt his head fall back on the bed, his body trembling.
"Can you at least get me some wine? Cass drank a bit of me earlier." Edgar moaned as Cass sunk his tongue deep inside of him. Edgar’s feet curled up, the pleasure peeking. He was close to cumming. Edgar didn’t expect much from Lucian, was sure that the man was going to stay seated, enjoying the view.
Edgar came while Cass ate him out, his cum pooling on his chest. Cass relented on his ass, only because now he had several rounds of his cum on his stomach. He’d done this twice before, where he’d made Edgar cum over and over, and then he’d pulled back to eat up every little sip. Cass licked him clean.
Like a little cat with a bowl of cream. Except Edgar was the cream, and the bowl. Cass stayed the cat the whole time.
Edgar was trying to catch his breath when he felt a hand slide under his head and tilted his head back. Edgar’s eyes snapped open, unsure what was going on when he blinked, shocked.
In front of his face were two, giant, moving cocks. When he looked up past that, there was Lucian, pulling a cork out of a bottle of wine with his teeth and he spat it off into the distance. Lucian’s orange gaze was glowing in the dim lighting of the room as he slid his gaze down towards Edgar.
He blinked, his hair pooling around his face. It should have made him scary, but instead, it made this feel far more complicated. Edgar’s breath caught in his throat as Lucian stared down at him, his gaze glancing between Cass and Edgar.
"Open your mouth, Edgar, and tilt your head back further. Do you need your fangs out?" Lucian asked, his voice a rumble, and Edgar swallowed thickly. He could still feel Cass’ slightly rough, very slimy tongue all over his body. He shivered.
"I-I don’t." Edgar managed to get out as Lucian stared down at him. He smiled.
"Good. I don’t think Cass would be able to handle it if your fangs came out right now." Lucian said, humorous, and Edgar didn’t know what to say. It got even worse as Lucian’s hand slid further down, his hand going under the back of his head, up behind his neck and chin as Lucian began to crouch down. Edgar realised what he was doing after.
He was holding his mouth open. To pour wine into it.
Edgar felt his head spin again. The bottle got closer as Lucian’s face did as well. Thankfully, the giant cocks disappeared from his line of vision, but tragically, it meant that he had Lucian’s face in his own. His long hair brushing against his face and shoulders as Lucian lowered the bottle to his lips.
"Ready, Eddie?" Lucian asked in a husky voice and Edgar was feeling very conflicted. Why was hearing Lucian speak to him like this making his stomach have butterflies?
"Y-Yeah." Edgar managed to squeak out before his mouth filled with a familiar flavour. He swallowed quickly, thirstily. He hadn’t realised how hungry he had been and he felt his fangs slide out against his will as he drank. He had been far more hungry than he thought, but then again, Cass was taking life force from him.
He needed his own supply.
"Good boy." Lucian whispered, his fingers gently stroking his throat and Edgar felt something shift inside of him. Something dangerous, and scary, and when he looked up at Lucian, he wasn’t able to break eye contact.
Something was changing between them, and Lucian had hopped, skipped and jumped over that line without a care. The way the man was smiling at him, like he knew exactly what he was doing? Edgar nearly choked on the blood pouring down his throat.
He didn’t, because he was never going to waste blood, but he was feeling cornered in a way that he hadn’t felt in a while. Edgar was pinned to the bed, two men on top of him on either side, and he couldn’t, wouldn’t, throw either of them off.
He was stuck.
Lucian kept stroking his throat, watching him swallow as Cass continued to clean every inch of cum off of Edgar’s body. Cass was even playing in it. Using his fingers to trace shapes in the cum, put his fingers in his mouth, moan, and continue to play. Cass’ weight on his lower half, Lucian crouched down as he poured blood into his mouth?
Edgar felt dizzy. This was a potent combination.
The bottle finished, Cass finished cleaning up, and Edgar thought he was in the clear.
Then, Lucian closed Edgar’s mouth, wiped at his lips to clean up any spill, and raised his thumb to his own lips and licked his clean. His smile was completely naughty as he did so, like he knew what he was doing to Edgar.
The dragon probably did know exactly what he was doing. He had a damn millennia on either Cass or Edgar. Lucian put the bottle down on the ground, staying where he was as he smiled down at Edgar before he looked up and over at Cass.
"Cass, Sweetness? Are you going to continue playing with Edgar, or do you want me to join in?" Edgar felt his chest fill with air at the question. Edgar had asked for saving, not for the other man to join in on the sexual torture!
When Edgar turned a glare towards Lucian, he just chuckled.
"Hush. Little bottoms should keep their complaints to themselves." Edgar was greatly offended by those words. He was not a ’little bottom’.
He’d topped before! He just liked bottoming more!
"I am not-!" Edgar began to protest but Lucian covered his mouth with his finger, shushing him. Edgar felt anger fill his chest.
"We can argue about that later. Sweetness is thinking." Lucian said with a wink, and Edgar felt his face warm. The cocky dragon was walking all over him. Was this how Cass felt?
No wonder he wanted to kill the man. Edgar might actually join him in his effort.
Edgar turned his gaze away from the infuriating man to look at Cass, who was, in fact, thinking. He had a a slight wrinkle to his forehead, like he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted, before suddenly, he stepped away from Edgar, glanced behind him at the chair near the bed and sat down.
Both Edgar and Lucian grew confused at what he was doing as Cass began to raise his legs in the air, wrapping them around the armrests so that his dick, balls and ass were on full display. Edgar had a suspicious feeling he knew what was going on, but he waited.
A gasp left his lips as Cass reached his hand down, going past his dick, past his balls, and spread open his ass.
"Here." Cass said, his gaze sultry, his cheeks flushed. Edgar felt his heart jump in his chest and he heard the soft moan that left Lucian’s mouth.
"Sweetness, that’s what you want?" Lucian asked, his voice rough, lower, and tense. Edgar couldn’t blame the man. Even Edgar was on edge with Cass showing himself off. He was sure he was nice and warm inside.
Cass then slid his fingers inside. No prep, no preamble, just two fingers straight into his ass. Cass’ head tilted back, showing off his throat as he moaned. He began to finger fuck himself, and Edgar felt himself rising up off the bed without even his conscious control, and Lucian crawled onto the bed as well.
Both men were watching Cass, entranced.
They weren’t allowed to do that to him, but Cass?
Cass was allowed to do that to himself, and now Edgar was understanding why Lucian had just sat back and watched.
"By the gods." Edgar muttered, his words reverent. Lucian let out a soft laugh in agreement.
"Fuck. He looks so damn tight." Lucian groaned, his eyes fixated on Cass. Edgar couldn’t disagree.
This was pure, unadulterated torture.