Morning dawned gray and soggy, with the storm that had rolled across the campus still firmly entrenched over the city. Still, it was more than enough to bring Jared the rest of the way out of the restless sleep he finally managed to achieve after his thoughts kept him awake for several hours after returning to bed.
The big man took a deep breath in and out of his nostrils, then looked over at Nikeera. Sometime during the night, after he finally managed to fall asleep, she had quit their spoon and pushed him over onto his back. There she had pushed his t-shirt out of the way, had doffed hers and had laid herself onto his chest, her arms around his torso and a leg thrown possessively over him.
As for his griffon, Samantha had fully claimed his other side, wrapping herself around his arm and letting it pass between her breasts to stretch down the length of her body, leaving his fingers trailing over her inner thigh with only the flimsy fabric of her lacy panties between him and her 'nysim lady parts'. Somehow she had managed to get half of her underneath him, likely when Nikeera had rolled him onto his back, and now pinned his hand in place by putting her upper leg over it.
More tingling bite marks told him she didn't exactly leave him alone overnight either, her left hand resting on his wrist telling him how his hand managed to get that close to her womanhood to begin with.
- I dreamt we mated last night, - Samantha's voice came dreamily over the bond, sounding both filled with longing and deeply satiated at the same time. - Over and over, and over again. You were so vigorous, my sweet Jared. -
- Was I good at least? - he asked over the bond, uncertain where this was all going.
She moaned quietly against his shoulder.
- So good. So very good. And thanks to Nikeera moving you onto your back, I even know how big your man parts are. -
Frowning, Jared focused for a moment on himself. And grimaced to feel that he had been handled. And, if that stickiness was any indication, emptied as well.
- You are very big, my rider, - she said huskily even as her hand took his and pressed it against her womanhood through the panties. - I would've felt that even in my griffon form! -
- Now you're just trying to appeal to my male ego, - he said, trying to keep it light even while he fought the urge to pull his hand back before it got him into more trouble. It was bad enough that Samantha thought it was okay to handle him while he slept. But how the hell did she manage to get him to orgasm without waking him up?
Not that he wasn't close. Hell, that was the primary reason he took that frickin' cold shower after all. Either one of them would have made him cum with a sideways look and biting their lower lip. Then he stiffened as, her hand lifting just enough to pull the top of her panties out of the way with a finger, she pushed his hand onto her naked womanhood.
- Damnit, Sam, not cool, - he said and felt his grimace deepen when he found the wet folds familiar to his touch. - You got me into you last night anyway, didn't you. -
- Yessssss, - she said, again quietly moaning out loud. - Your fingers into my lady parts and your man parts into my mouth. - She hesitated slightly. - You tasted so, so sweet, especially when you finished. By the way, you have big fingers too, my sweet nysim lover. It was hard to fit them inside. -
Well, that explained a couple things, including why he only felt a little sticky. She had taken his release into her mouth, for shit's sake!
-Damnit, Sam. - He sighed. - You are way more stealthy than I figured you'd be. I don't know whether to be mad or relieved. To congratulate you, or give your ass a smack in punishment. -
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Eternal Beasts
FantasyJared Turcott is a child of two Realities. In the one he knows, he is the son of an infamous lawyer and his socialite wife, plagued by mental illness and doubt. And in the other, the one he doesn't know, he is the potential Lord of an Eternal Beast...