Fate's Design |18+ (Ménage) ✔

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I can't stop groaning as I lie back on the bed, my grip on the headboard behind me ready to snap while my gaze falls from the ceiling, to rest on Wyn. I groan out, "Fuck..." the second my cock is fully engulfed by Wyn's warm and succulent lips. Down his throat, the walls snug tightly around the entire length, my breathing uneven, my chest rising and falling heavily and sporadically.

His eyes flicker upward from between my legs, his chin hitting my balls as saliva escapes and drips from his lips. Up and down, he moves fluidly, exhaling sharply when his hand cups my balls and massages firmly. My skin tingles with warmth, the tension from the burden I've been carrying within my heart...

...freed.

Wyn devours air the second his lips release my cock, crawling up my body and kissing me roughly. It's a want, a need to make sure that I'm okay...my lips crash back against his. His tongue entangles with mine just as my fingers interlace the back of his hair. He groans against my lips when I fist his hair and pull him back from me, my lips trailing down his jawline. Nipping and kissing the flesh of his neck, I feel his hard cock rubbing up and down my abs as he bucks his hips forward, grinding against me.

His arm lifts and before I know it, I feel his hand wrap around my cock, coating it in his saliva. As he pumps me a few times, my muscles tense, the head of my cock against his hole seconds later. A groan leaves my lips and his as he lowers himself onto me, his pace starting evenly. My fangs scrape the skin along his collarbone, teasing him as he's slowly edging toward reckless abandonment with his increased pace.

The warm walls compressing around my cock is becoming too much.

"Merle...pl-" a throaty moan replaces his words as my fangs pierce the flesh just above his right pec. His blood is so sweet on my tongue, taking a small fill as his moans ring in my ears with blissful pleasure.

As I withdraw my fangs from his flesh, my hands grab his ass cheeks and squeeze hard. Wyn moans loudly, his hands grasping my pecs as I help control his pace, riding my cock like there's no tomorrow...our grunting and groaning become one and the same. My right-hand leaves his cheek, wrapping around his cock as I stroke him with short and fast movements.

"Fuuuuuck!" Wyn groans and I feel ropes of cum hit my abs, up my pecs, before hitting just below my chin...my neck is coated in his cum as his ass clenches around my cock and I feel myself engorge. Swelling within him, I groan loudly.

Wyn looks down at me, both of us chuckling with barely any energy left as we slow our movements. He leans forward, kissing me once more as I leave a long and lingering kiss back. His lips pull back before he kisses me once more on the nose, Wyn's eyes sparkling with happiness as he lifts off me and sits next to me on the bed.

The second he does...

"D-Dot?" I stare with wide eyes in complete and utter disbelief. Wyn quickly looks to the door leading to the adjoining room, as we had closed it briefly...she's standing under the frame.

A soft smile plays on her lips as she says gently, "I...didn't want to interrupt."

"Dot!" Wyn nearly screams at the top of his lungs, her reddish-orange irises flickering from the both of us as her smile widens. He trips of the edge of the bed, nearly her before he comes to an abrupt halt and looks down at himself. His ears turn red as he stutters, "I-I...uh-I...I'm going to c-clean u-up," he's quick to run to the side of the room where the bathroom connects, shutting the door behind him.

Dot giggles softly, the sound of her voice...

...it's like the faint sound of wind chimes in the gentle breeze at dusk.

The sound of her heartbeat suddenly meets my ears, understanding very quickly, that she'd glamoured herself so we wouldn't know she was there. She tilts her head to the side, telling me softly, "It's been a long time."