Cass was gripping so hard onto the base of the thing that he thought he might snap it off, but then again, Edgar was clinging to it from the other side so tightly that Cass had to use this kind of strength to keep up his pace.
Otherwise, he was worried that Edgar wouldn’t have as much fun as he was.
Fuck, Cass wished that it was his dick and not this damn dildo inside of him right now. He was sure that he would feel heavenly on him, and so hot and warm too. Cass panted, his grip fluctuating on the base enough that Gideon, who was pressing kisses against Cass’ shoulders, noticed.
"You okay, Caspian?" Gideon whispered, worried, and Cass gave a weak sound in protest. They had been checking up on him like this for the last two hours. Cass knew they were worried, but he was doing well. So well in fact that they had gone through with this plan. Cass had seen how much Edgar wanted something thick inside of him, and fingers could only do so much.
Cass was nervous because he was worried that they were going to make him stop doing what he loved. Making Edgar toss and twitch about on his back like the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. His fangs were out, his cheeks were flushed, and even Gideon had added a few more marks to his pretty skin. His seed was all over his stomach, his cock barely hard anymore as Cass milked the man’s prostate with the dildo.
Fuck it was hot.
Cass knew that Gideon thought so too, and when Gideon’s arm slid around Cass’ stomach, holding him against his chest and Cass could feel the man’s own hard cock slide against his body, Cass shivered.
Cass was barely keeping himself together when suddenly, it felt like his body was going into shut down mode. Cass felt his body grow heavy. His vision grew blurry, the scents, sounds and the touch of the others on him grew distant.
He didn’t think it would be so sudden, but the gods were probably antsy to get everything sorted. It was just unfortunate it was happening at the exact moment that Cass was helping Gideon milk Edgar dry. Cass wanted to milk him more. He wanted Edgar to lose his composure completely and just become a wet, milked mess on their sheets, but his body wasn’t cooperating with him anymore.
He fell over like a limp noodle, Gideon’s arm around Cass’ chest tightening until he was holding the man up completely. Edgar’s expression shifted from one of passion to pure adrenaline as soon as he realised what was going on. Cass thought he would have been able to voice what was happening to him sooner, but that didn’t appear to be the case at all.
Edgar was the first to freak out. Granted, he did have a dildo in his ass that was supposed to be controlled by Cass, but he didn’t seem to care about that at all. He sat up, wincing slightly at the sensation before he held his arms out to catch him. His gaze slid to Gideon, both of them hearing how Cass had begun to wheeze.
"Gideon! I think it’s time! Go get Sam!" Edgar didn’t seem to give a fuck about what kind of compromising position he was in currently, he only seemed to care about Cass and what happened to him.
Gideon hesitated for only half a second before he let Cass fall into Edgar’s arms and raced off, also not caring that he was currently naked.
Cass could hear Gideon bellowing behind them, but Edgar’s gentle touch and the way his fingers were running through his hair took up most of his attention.
Then, Cass wasn’t alone, nor was Edgar. As soon as Cass felt other hands on him, gentle, but familiar, Cass felt the weight of his worries fade along with his consciousness. He knew that he was in good hands. He knew he was safe. It was time, and he would make it to the temple without issue.
He just knew it.
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As soon as Cass’ body went completely limp, everyone in the bedroom got to work. Sam and Byron were locked in, focused on Cass himself while Gideon worked on Edgar. He helped the man take the dildo out, both men rather professional about it now that Cass was on a timer.
Sam had brought in two bowls of warm water with towels to wipe down the men, knowing that none of them would want to go to the temple in the state that they were. Tragically, Byron didn’t know the same level of magic as either Cass or Lucian, so it was towels and water for now.
They all worked quickly, Sam dressing Cass with an ability that made it clear there wasn’t anything human about him outside of his appearance. Edgar and Gideon opted for long cloaks and bundles of clothes carried to the carriage and they would get dressed there.
They cared less about themselves, and more about Cass.
They moved as a unit, Gideon carrying Edgar when it became clear the man couldn’t carry himself at the moment and Byron carrying Cass. Sam trailed behind them, the bundles of clothes in his arms. Everyone was out and about with serious expressions. Even Ailia was up and about even though it was the middle of the night.
The driver was already ready, the horses eager to get moving. No one spoke as they climbed inside and the door was barely shut before they began moving. It was as if the ground below them moved them along as well.
Cass had some pretty powerful people on their side, and he didn’t even know.
Gideon helped Edgar dress, the air in the carriage suffocating. No one said a damn thing, and how could they? They weren’t even sure what the outcome of this event would be. Would Cass be himself, or would he be different? What did that even mean?
None of the men had said it to Cass, because he had been freaking out and clearly emotional about the whole thing, but there was a slight hesitation in all of them. They liked Caspian, and while they could now see the error in their ways...Lord Blackburn had been a piece of work. They wanted him to live well and not disappear, they weren’t monsters, but they didn’t want to lose Caspian either.
They would support him in his choices, they would even help him make them come true, but they all were a little nervous about how this would go down.
Gideon straightened, let out a slow breath. He would face whatever happened head on. He was Cass’ dog, after all. He’d signed a contract, he’d made a promise, and after all the shit that he’d disturbed, what right did he have to question anything Cass decided? He would graciously welcome the new Lord Blackburn once he woke up.
Edgar was wringing his hands with his own worries. He was worried about whether others would try to stop them and how he could be of help, while Sam knew he couldn’t even step into the damn temple. Even as they approached it, his skin began to prickle with awareness and he felt his body break out into a cold sweat.
Sam glanced at the two others who had demon blood in their veins and wondered if this was the difference between those who signed contracts and those who were born from the filth of others? He had a feeling that it was.
Byron, who was carrying their lord, grunted and tapped Sam’s foot with his own. Sam raised his gaze towards his partner, catching the way he saw Sam for who he was and didn’t flinch. Sam blushed.
"We’ll be okay." Byron said out loud, speaking not just to Sam, but everyone. Byron would not let anything happen to Cass. It wasn’t that he was bonded to him or anything silly like that. He was his benefactor.
He had given Byron a chance, several of them. He’d taken him in, gave him a place to be and a chance to court the man he loved. He even helped him evolve which was something that even his family couldn’t do.
Cass was owed a debt so big that Byron would spend the rest of his life repaying it, and it was Lucian and Sam who made that clear to him. Byron would not let anything befall someone so important to those who cared about him.
He also liked Cass, which was a benefit. It would be terrible if the gods or demons or even other dragons tried to harm him, because Byron was not going to stand still if that happened.
Cass’ breathing grew even more ragged and it was Edgar who asked the carriage driver to go faster.
They all knew what was going to happen next, and three of the four dreaded it. Sam was blissfully unaware of it, but Edgar, Gideon and Byron knew what was going to happen.
Cass was going to stop breathing, his heart would still, and he would go quiet as if he was dead. After all, it wasn’t like speaking to the gods the way that he was doing was easy. Cass sounded like he was giving a death rattle, as he continued to breathe and Edgar was a pale, pale man.
Everyone was on edge, and it was truly made worse when the carriage driver halted.
"M-My lords, we are blocked." The carriage driver said and it was Gideon who burst out of the carriage, his cloak pulled tightly around him. He rushed out of the carriage, knowing time was of the essence and wasn’t even surprised at who blocked them.
His family. The family that had disowned him more than once and had watched him come crawling back every time but the last one. Gideon wasn’t even surprised.
"Byron. Do it." Gideon barked. "We’ll follow after. Wait, take Edgar with you. He’ll be able to help get you inside." Gideon ordered, years of his training kicking in.
Byron didn’t hesitate. He came out of the carriage with Edgar wrapped around him from the back, Cass in his arms. He wasn’t going to fly, it would draw too much attention. Instead, he gave a small nod to Gideon in acknowledgement before he took off. He was running at a speed that no one else would be able to catch up with unless they were also monsters like him.
Gideon came to stand in front of his family. It was almost like they knew that they were going to have to rush to the temple at some point, given the blockade that they had made. Gideon was honestly a little shocked that they had all shown up.
Had Cass not warned them enough?
It wasn’t even just his brothers, either. Even his father was there, dressed like common mercenaries instead of the nobles that they were. Gideon almost wanted to laugh. That was not how men who were supposed to be the holy knights of the gods behaved. Gideon shook his head, glad that they were truly showing their hand right now.
He sighed. Cass probably knew that they had a mole in the mansion, but he didn’t think that was something that he would have to worry about when they got back. Not when the vibrating smaller man came to stand next to Gideon, the aura coming off of him making Gideon choke.
The demon was ready to punish those who were hurting his lord while he was fighting for his very own soul.