Chapter 81 Chapter Eighty-one

Chapter 81 Chapter Eighty-one
Morgan took a sip of her drink, slowly, trying to savour the burn as it went down her throat. She felt stressed as fuck, the weight of her search for the princess bearing down on her. Amara was relentless. She had already threatened to take away her wand if she didn't find the princess before the weekend. Morgan was almost certain that the princess was Severin but Morgan couldn't even find that shadow moving vampire.

Two men, one dark haired and the other brown, slid into the L-shaped booth where she alone sat at the far end of the bar. Handsome, eager and if she were to be frank, stupid. Stupid enough to approach her when she was in this state.

“Hey, beautiful.” The one with dark hair said.

“Get lost.”

“We saw you from across the room and couldn't help but…”

“Now.”

The man paused. Glanced at his friend. “Your drink, it's almost finished. Why don't I get you a new one?”

Morgan glared at him. She had the sudden urge to hex him. Her drink was nearly finished though. After, then.

“Be quick.”

He smirked and left to do her bidding while the other remained. He looked around awkwardly like he didn't even want to be here.

“What's your name?” she asked, swirling the little drink in the cup in her hand.

“T…Trent.”

She smiled inwardly. Shy and handsome. Her type. “Well, Trent, I'm Morgan. No need to be nervous.”

“I'm not nervous.”

“Yes, you are. Unlike your friend, you look utterly disinterested in me. You don't find me beautiful?”

“You are very beautiful, Morgan, when I saw you across the room, you looked…well…pissed. I told him not to bother you but he doesn't listen.”

“I was pissed. You can change that.”She lowered her tone, giving it a sultry undertone. Trent’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. If she wasn't sure about him before, she was sure now. He looked like he would be a good fuck. Exactly what she needed to destress.

Just then, his friend came back with a bottle of whiskey. Morgan eyed it. The most expensive one here. He placed it in front of her, a proud look on his face. How different the both of them were. Now she wanted to fuck them both.

“Still want me to leave?”

“I don't know. Do you go anywhere without your friend? I want him.”

Trent looked ready to bolt. Oh he wouldn't be going anywhere. The dark haired one looked between the two of them.
“I'm surprised. Didn't think he had more game than me.”

Trent looked offended. “Really, Kevin?”

“I don't like men with too much sass. Answer my question.”

“If you're going with him, I'm coming too. Can't let him have all the fun.”

Just as she predicted.

“Do the both of you even want to know my opinion on this?”

Kevin said “No” the same time she said, “Absolutely not.”

“I'll get us a room.” Kevin winked and left the table again.

Morgan leaned back in her chair feeling a little satisfied. Kevin and Trent looked like they knew their stuff. At least one thing would go well tonight.



Kevin sure knew his stuff. Morgan's head was thrown back, hips arched and legs wide as he thrust his tongue into her slick, dripping,folds.

“Fuck,” she breathed as he his hands thrust in and out of her, hitting her spot with clinical precision, like he had done this many times before. She had already come twice already and was well on her way to a third. Trent was on her tits, sucking and grabbing like his life depended on it.

“When will it be time for the main thing?”she said. Her voice sounded something close to a whine which surprised her. She was usually the one in control.

Kevin looked up from where he was between her thighs, his lips glistening with her juices.

“Eager. I like that. Eager is good. Hope you're ready to use that mouth of yours.”

His words sent a rush through her. He stood to his full height, looking down on her on the bed. Kevin was one good looking human. Finer than any she had ever seen.

“Get up.”

Morgan complied, getting up from the bed stark naked. Kevin took his time staring, his eyes moving from her toes up, stopping at her privates a little before he finally looked her in the eyes. He didn't take his eyes off her as he removed his belt buckle and took off his trousers.

Her eyes widened as she took him in. Could she handle that?

She sensed Trent come up beside her. His hand snaked up her waist, gripping.

“Bend over.” he whispered in her ear. His voice sent a shiver down her spine. Morgan found herself doing as he said without even thinking. She was eye level with Kevin's cock now. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slapped his cock against her cheek. Hard.

Morgan tried not to wince. She licked the underside of him, trying to have some semblance but he jerked her head up and thrust his cock forcefully into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat instantly. She gagged. Fuck, he was big.

She felt Trent slide into her easily from the back. He used her hips to anchor himself as he pushed deeper.

“Is her pussy as tight as her throat?” Kevin asked as his hips snapped forward. Morgan's eyes watered, spit forming at the corners of her mouth.

“Fuck, yes”Trent said, his voice strained. He increased his pace, pushing her even deeper towards Kevin till her nose was pressed against his pelvis. Involuntary sounds left her as she struggled to take the two of them.

Kevin moved, without pity into her throat, his fist pulling at the roots of her hair and Trent didn't relent either. Morgan had never felt so used in her life.

She loved it.

Trent came first, a low moan escaping from him. She felt his cock pulse in her, spilling his seed. His cock twitched in her before it stilled.

Kevin however was still going, using and abusing her throat, bobbing her head up and down in tandem with the movements of his hips.

“You're such a fucking slut, Morgan.”

Her nails dug into the skin of his thighs, desperate for air.

“Say it. Say ‘I’m such a fucking slut.”

Only muffled sounds came out as she tried to speak.

“Yeah that's right. You can't ‘cause your mouth is stuffed full of my cock.”

Morgan whimpered. She felt Trent's cock twitch in her from Kevin's words. Him and her both.

Kevin came finally, with a loud groan. He stilled, his cum spilling down her throat before he fucked the remnants of his orgasm into her mouth.

Morgan fell to her knees, gasping for air.

Kevin brought his hand to her chin, raising it up so she could look at him.

“Are you alright?” Trent asked behind her. She would’ve laughed at that if her throat weren't so sore.

“Of course she's alright, look at her.”Kevin said with a smirk.

Morgan slapped his hand away and stood. She turned to Trent. “I'm alright, thank you. If you're up for round two in a few minutes, I am. Kevin here can watch us while he takes care of himself.”

Kevin pursed his lips. “I'm devastated.”

Trent glanced at Kevin and it almost looked like he was asking for permission. What a weird duo.

“Yeah. I'm up for it.”

Morgan couldn't be bothered with the specifics of their relationship right now. All that mattered was she was getting laid and she was getting laid right.