Feral – Darkly Ever After Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
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Cyrus discards the lube and pushes Zeke down on top of Azadeh. “We’ll see how big it is when you’re begging Daddy to stop hurting your puckered little hole for being a bad boy.”

Cyrus falls to his knees and pulls Zeke’s ass apart with his large hands before swirling his tongue around his anus.

I close my eyes for a moment as I switch between the desire of wanting to fuck my friends and wanting them to fuck me. My only real sexual experiences have been with Zeke.

He allowed me to tie him up while I explored his body and mine. Having him tied up lessened my anxiety. He assured me he wouldn’t accidentally touch me in the heat of passion. And from those sessions, I knew how fuckin’ perfect and tight his ass was. How my cock fit so perfectly, and how he moaned with pleasure as I came deep in his asshole. I remember the shock and pleasure in his eye and his deep moans as my tongue probed his ass, licking him clean.

“Mmm,” Cyrus moans. “I love eating this fucking ass. One day, Lev will get over his hangups, and we’ll run a train on your pretty hole, Zeke. We’ll fill it and suck out all the cum we pump inside.”

“Jesus, why is that so hot?” Azadeh says as her nails dig deep into Zeke’s back.

I watch on the screen as Azadeh leaves a trail of blood on his skin. She always draws blood with knives, nails, or her teeth during sex. Sometimes, she licks the blood; others, she steps back and admires her handy work. This particular proclivity garnered her the affectionate nickname of Little Vampire—a name Cyrus occasionally uses instead of Hellcat.

Cyrus chuckles as he rises from his knees. He grabs the lube, pops the cap, and pours the liquid on his dick and between Zeke’s ass cheeks. “You think that’s hot, Hellcat? Wait until you see our boy begging for me to fuck his ass until he can’t see straight.”

Cyrus lines up his dick. Zeke growls as Cyrus forgoes prep and pushes his cock inside him. “How many inches is it now, baby?”

“Fuck, that stings,” Zeke says hoarsely, moaning in pain and pleasure.

Cyrus grabs Zeke’s hips and thrusts. “Admit that I’m hung like a motherfuckin’ horse, or I’ll decimate you.”

“Is something in my ass?” Zeke asks Azadeh. “I swear Cyrus said he was going to fuck me, but I can’t feel shit. Only mild discomfort of a whiny little bitch talkin’ a big game when he has absolutely no follow through.” Zeke pushes his ass back. “Still trying to find a dick here. Here dicky, dicky. Come here, boy.”

Cyrus growls, holding Zeke down and thrusting repeatedly. “Feel it now, Zeke? Feel how your tight little ass is begging to get fucked? How I’m using it as my cunt? My giant cock will make your pathetic ass its cum dump.” He slaps Zeke’s ass, leaving a red handprint. “Better fuck our girl. Don’t get lazy because your hot little ass got dickmatized by my big cock.”

I smile at their banter. So light and easy. Unlike the banter between Cyrus and me, which holds a bit of animosity, Zeke jokes that the sexual tension between us will erupt like a volcano when it finally happens. When I’m ready. But Cyrus won’t let me tie him up. I can’t blame him. His father tied his hands and feet before burning him. Cyrus will try anything but bondage. It’s a limit he can’t overcome.

Zeke and Cyrus move faster, their vigorous thrusts becoming a competition. Azadeh is the first to come. Her legs tighten around Zeke’s waist as her head falls back, and she screams.

“It’s okay, Zeke. Come for Daddy. I know my dick is making you feel good,” Cyrus coaxes.

I increase my tempo on my dick to match the rapid movements of Cyrus’s hips until he and Zeke grunt out their orgasms. Seeing the three people I love more than anything satiated and satisfied has ropes of cum spewing from my cock all over my hand in frantic waves.

I don’t budge from my seat or clean my cum-covered hand. I watch with bated breath as Cyrus pulls out and asks, “Az, you still carry reusable straws in your purse.”

“Um, yeah.” Azadeh frowns. “That's a random question. There’s one attached to my purse. It’s by the chaise.”

“Don’t move, Zeke,” Cyrus commands.

Grabbing Azadeh’s black leather purse, he removes the stainless-steel tube. Extracting the straw from inside it, he moves behind Zeke and parts his ass with one hand. Bending, he inserts the metal straw in Zeke’s ass and closes his mouth over the other end.

Jesus fuckin’ Christ, he’s sucking the cum out.

Unconsciously, I bring my cum covered hand to my mouth, and my tongue darts out. As Cyrus sucks out Zeke’s cum, I lick my fingers and palm clean of my release. Cyrus removes the straw from Zeke’s ass but keeps it in his mouth and walks closer to the camera. The surrounding screens suddenly all have creamy liquid obstructing my view.



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