SWNOVELS Prince Of Lust: Chapter 14
Bria and Sitri hadn’t said a word to each other since Saturday night.
When I had come up, she was sitting on the end of her bed in tears.
Though they wanted each other, and they both enjoyed having sex, there were things that had been left unsaid on both sides. He was allowing his feelings of iniquity to build a wall that not even I could break through. Bria, though physically showing how badly she wanted more from him, would not come out and say it. They had to be the ones to resolve the situation between them, no matter how frustrating it was to watch for the next three days.
Midweek, Bria got her second vision. Sitri was in the office working when we went to tell him so we could all leave together. She had seen a small apartment, an older man lying on a bed, and a caretaker of some sort. The time had been marked on an old radio clock on his bedside table. The faux wood and black plastic framed the red numbers 4:09 p.m.
I held Bria by the waist and Sitri held my shoulder as we passed through the black void and appeared outside of an apartment. We looked into the window through the slightly open white-slat blinds, and it seemed that no one but Bria’s charge was home.
Sitri and I stood on either side of Bria as she knocked on the old paint-chipped door.
There was no answer after several moments, and only a couple minutes remained before the charge’s time was up.
Sitri held his hand over the deadbolt and twisted his wrist. The pins in the lock released, and Bria was able to open the door for us to slip inside quickly. The one-bedroom apartment was dim, dusty, and piled with old medical equipment. Oxygen tanks lined every wall of the living room, save for the spaces taken up by the TV and one reclining chair.
A wheezing, gargling cough came from the bedroom followed by a cracked voice. “Hello? Mary, is that you? I thought you weren’t coming until later.”
I looked at Sitri then down at Bria, who was staring at the open door to the bedroom. She glanced up at the dust-covered grandfather clock then took a deep breath before taking her first couple steps toward her waiting charge.
She glanced back and whispered, “Don’t let anyone mess this up.”
As commanded, I blocked the only way inside the apartment and gave her a wink. She smiled, then gave Sitri a meaningful look that he somehow understood. He gave her a dip of his chin and waited with his feet anchored to the floor and his hands clasped at his back.
Perhaps there was hope for them.
The long, intricate brass hand of the old clock ticked as Bria wandered into her charge’s room.
“I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.” The old man’s voice cracked, but he did not sound scared.
“I’m here to take you onward,” Bria said. Her soft voice felt like well-worn love flowing through the air.
“Thank you, dear angel.”
His last words.
A few minutes later, Bria came into the living room. She wasn’t as giddy as she’d been for her first collection, but there was a satisfied glow on her face.
Sitri held out his hand for her to take then turned and led her to me.
Together, we left the now-empty vessel.
Bria was in tears when the penthouse became clear around us.
Sitri pulled her into his chest and turned to me for help.
“You did so good, Bria. He was relieved that it was his time,” I said, rubbing her back in the space between Sitri’s arms.
“That’s not why I’m upset.” She sniffed and pulled away to meet my eyes.
I thought of a couple reasons why she would be upset—one being what had happened between her and Sitri. Another possibility was the realization that there was only one more charge to collect before our time together was over forever. The pain of that fact had been wearing on me as well, but I was more familiar with great loss than she was.
There wasn’t anything I could do to stop the inevitable from coming, but I could comfort her. I framed her jaw with my fingers and leaned down to kiss her. Next to me, Sitri shifted his weight, likely ready to leave us alone, but that wasn’t what she needed. Bria needed both of us, and if he were to walk away, he wouldn’t be the only one left with regret.
I pulled away, turning her face up toward Sitri, who didn’t miss a beat and pressed his lips to hers. I pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it on the floor, and stepped behind Bria to undo the button of her jeans and kiss the nape of her neck.
Her hands got to work on the buttons of Sitri’s pants, then shirt, and within minutes we were stripped down and moved to the couch. Sitri sat down and pulled Bria into his lap. She sank down onto his cock and moaned at the stretch, allowing herself to bounce and fit him comfortably. I sidled up next to her and tipped her head back to kiss her deeply as she rolled her hips over him and moaned into my mouth.
“Does he feel good, baby?” I held her hooded gaze. “You take his cock so well.”
Sitri cupped her ass and rocked her faster until she was coming undone and moaning for him, chanting the phrase he had requested during their first time together.
“My prince.” Her hoarse voice rang out over and over.
I watched as she came down from the high of her climax, and Sitri held her tight as he jutted his hips up. My cock throbbed in my hand, ready for her. She looked up at me, and the flush of her pleasure clung to her cheeks. She opened her mouth and took hold of my shaft to guide my cock into her mouth. I groaned as she sucked and pumped me.
“More,” she moaned around me. “I need more.”
She would have more than she could handle.
“Such a greedy Reaper,” Sitri said, stilling their grinding and lifting her off of him.
He invited me to lie down on the couch, and he sat on the low table. “Straddle his face, let him taste you.”
She did as she was told. I opened my mouth and gripped her hips to encourage her with my tongue on her clit. Her sweet, wet pussy covered my tastebuds, and I was instantly addicted. I sucked, licked, and kissed until she was gasping for air and pulsing over me.
“You look so pretty riding my face,” I said, kissing the inside of her damp thigh. “Don’t you think, Sitri?”
“She’d look better riding your cock,” he answered, a wicked grin on his face.
I pulled Bria down until she was hovering over my dick, her pussy soaked and ready for me. Sitri got to his knees next to the couch and slipped his fingers between us to massage her clit as she rocked her hips back and forth. I could feel her getting closer again when she stopped us.
“I want you both inside of me.”
Sitri got to his feet, and I opened my legs for him to put his knees down on the cushion. And like the prince of sex he was, he brought out a bottle of lube from the side table drawer. A quick squeeze of the bottle and he was readying her ass for him.
She was uncomfortable as he worked his first finger in. To ease her into it, I circled her clit with my fingers. She leaned forward onto my chest and pulsed on the head of my cock as Sitri nudged her tight ring and allowed her to accommodate the stretch before inching in farther.
I cursed as the presence of him added pressure to my dick, which was still in her tight pussy. I shifted my hips, and she moaned.
“He’s so big. Please,” she begged.
“You’re doing so well,” I gritted out, thrusting gently into her. “You said you wanted it all. You can take it.”
“She is so full,” Sitri added, pride brimming his thick voice. “If you want more, you have to take it. Show us how badly you need to be fucked.”
Sitri’s words did things to her and, admittedly, me.
She cursed and bounced on our cocks. An orgasm gripped her quickly, and she melted onto my chest in a whimpering mess.
“That’s my girl.” I was close to bursting. “You feel so fucking good. You can give us one more, can’t you?”
She nodded, and her fingernails dug into my chest and arms.
I thrust gently at first. When Sitri’s hips began to move, she moaned and whimpered. Her body was ready to shatter again. I picked up my pace to match Sitri’s and wrapped my arms around her shoulders to hold her close as she tightened her legs on either side of me, building the tension to her fourth orgasm.
“You’re so close,” Sitri gruffed. “You don’t come until I say so.”
She groaned with impatience, and a smack of skin on skin startled her and me both.
She gave him the answer that pleased him: “I won’t come until you tell me, my prince.”
“Just a little bit more,” I whispered into her ear as she breathed heavier, holding herself together. “I know, baby. I know you can take it.”
She nodded between grunts of pleasure. Her pussy tightened around me, and I thrust deeper, getting closer to my own climax.
Over her shoulder, I saw the embodiment of lecherousness.
There was fire and passion in Sitri’s eyes as he brought his two lovers to the pinnacle of pleasure, and the power he drew from our racing hearts flowed around us.
This was the sight that thousands had worshiped. A god of ecstasy.
“Fuck, Sitri,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Come for us, Dabria,” he demanded. “Now.”
I shut my eyes, unable to contain myself any longer, and emptied myself inside of her.
The squeeze of her walls sent stars to my eyes. Sitri’s hips bucked as I came down. Bria screamed out his name, then mine as he finished in her ass.
Panting, spent, and covered in each other’s sweat, we all lay on the couch in a puddle of relief until our limbs regained strength enough to take our Reaper to bed. Together.