Chapter 83 Are you asking me out, Luna Maureen?
Nyxara
Eryx let out a low, gravelly chuckle that vibrated straight through my spine. He pulled back slightly, just enough to drink in the sight of me—his handiwork on full display.
“Look at her, Az. Ass plugged and stuffed full, pussy glistening and dripping like she’s begging for it. She’s fucking ready for round three.”
His thick cock, already swelling again, brushed hot and heavy against the back of my thigh as he repositioned himself behind me. I was still lying on my side, one leg hooked possessively over Azrael’s hip, completely pinned between their bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, lube, and the sharp musk of arousal.
I whimpered into Azrael’s mouth, hips rocking backward instinctively, chasing more of Eryx’s heat. The plug inside my ass buzzed relentlessly, a low, torturous vibration that kept me hovering right on the edge. My clit pulsed angrily, swollen and untouched for too long.
“Please…” I gasped when Azrael finally let me breathe, lips swollen and voice wrecked. “Touch me. Please.”
Azrael’s eyes—those ancient, star-flecked depths—gleamed with dark hunger. Without a word, his elegant hand slid down between my trembling thighs. Two long fingers pushed into my soaked cunt, stirring the creamy mess they’d already left behind. He curled them deliberately, stroking that sensitive patch inside me until my vision whited out and stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Like this, little star?” he murmured, voice velvet-smooth and dangerous. He pumped slowly, torturously, while his thumb found my clit and began drawing firm, unrelenting circles.
Behind me, Eryx’s big hand clamped down on my hip, possessive and bruising.
“Hold fucking still,” he growled.
Then he thrust—hard and deep—burying his cock in my pussy in one brutal stroke. The sudden stretch, combined with the plug still vibrating in my ass, ripped a broken cry from my throat. My walls fluttered and clenched around him desperately, trying to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
He didn’t give me time. His hips snapped forward in a steady, punishing rhythm, each powerful drive forcing the plug even deeper, making the vibrations feel like they were rattling my bones. Every thrust shoved me forward onto Azrael’s fingers, creating a filthy, perfect seesaw of sensation.
I was drowning in it—moaning shamelessly, body rocking helplessly between them. Azrael matched Eryx’s pace, fingers plunging in time with each thrust, while his free hand found my breast. He pinched my nipple hard, twisting just enough to make me arch and sob.
The coil low in my belly was winding tighter and tighter, pleasure stacking so fast I could barely breathe.
Then—shrill, jarring, obscene—my phone screamed to life on the nightstand.
The sound sliced through the haze like a blade. My whole body tensed instinctively, muscles clamping down around Eryx’s cock and the plug at once. The sudden squeeze made the vibrations feel louder, more invasive. My pussy fluttered wildly around Eryx as another gush of slick coated his shaft. The interruption didn’t kill my arousal—it spiked it.
Eryx didn’t even falter. Still buried deep, still rolling his hips in lazy, devastating circles, he reached across me and snatched the phone. He glanced at the screen, lips curling into a wicked smirk.
“Unknown number,” he rumbled, voice thick with amusement. He tilted the screen toward my flushed face so I could see.
I moaned—half protest, half plea—as Azrael’s thumb pressed harder on my clit.
“Then it’s not fucking important,” I panted, voice cracking. “Please… let’s just—get back to—fuck—”
Eryx barked a laugh and tossed the phone onto the carpet, silencing it with one rough swipe.
“Damn right.”
He pulled out almost completely—leaving me achingly empty for one cruel second—then slammed back in so hard the plug jolted and I yelped. Azrael withdrew his fingers only to shift us entirely.
In one smooth, coordinated movement, they rearranged me. Azrael slid beneath me, lying flat on his back. His long, elegant cock stood rigid and glistening as he guided me down onto him. I sank slowly, the stretch burning so sweetly I sobbed in relief as he filled my pussy completely, hitting angles that made my toes curl.
Eryx knelt between our spread legs. He grabbed the lube bottle from the sheets, poured a generous amount over his fingers, then worked them carefully around the base of the plug. He eased it out inch by buzzing inch—leaving me clenching around nothing for a heartbeat—before pressing the blunt head of his cock against my already-stretched rim.
“Relax for me,” he ordered, voice gravel-rough.
I exhaled shakily. Eryx pushed in slowly, thick and relentless, stretching my ass open around him until he was seated to the hilt. I panted, pinned helplessly between them, feeling every inch of both cocks pressed against that thin, sensitive wall inside me.
They found their rhythm almost instantly.
Azrael thrust up into my dripping pussy with long, rolling strokes. Eryx ground down into my ass with short, brutal snaps of his hips. Their cocks rubbed against each other through me—hot, slick, obscene friction that made my eyes roll back.
I clawed at Azrael’s shoulders, nails digging in, head thrown back as broken screams tore from my throat. Sweat slicked every inch of our skin. The room echoed with wet slaps, ragged breathing, and my own desperate cries.
“Fuck—she’s squeezing us so goddamn tight,” Eryx grunted, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks.
Azrael’s usually composed face was wrecked—cheeks flushed, lips parted. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his hips bucked upward, driving impossibly deeper.
“Come for us again, Nyxara,” he commanded softly against my skin. “Soak us. Let go.”
His hand slipped between our bodies. Slick fingers found my clit and rubbed fast, tight circles.
It was too much.
The pressure detonated.
My thighs shook violently. A hot gush of wetness exploded out around Azrael’s cock, squirting hard enough to drench his abs and the sheets beneath us. I convulsed, screaming, body seizing as wave after wave ripped through me. They didn’t stop—fucking me through every shudder, drawing it out until I was shaking and sobbing.
“Yes—fuck—like that,” Eryx roared. His thrusts turned erratic, slamming deep into my ass as another squirt pulsed out around Azrael. My pussy clenched rhythmically, milking them both.
Azrael groaned low in his throat. His cock twitched violently inside me, then he was coming—hot, thick spurts flooding my pussy, mixing with my release. Eryx followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt in my ass and pulsing, filling me until I felt it leaking out around him.
I collapsed onto Azrael’s chest, trembling, wrecked, aftershocks still rippling through every muscle. Their arms came around me instantly—Azrael’s elegant hands stroking down my spine, Eryx’s rough palms cupping my ass possessively.
I drifted almost immediately, body boneless and heavy. Sleep pulled me under so fast and so deep that my dreams were strangely clean—nothing but soft rainbows, golden sunshine, fields of wildflowers swaying in a warm breeze. It was as if the ferocity of the sex had burned away every dark corner of my mind, leaving only light.
Until the phone rang again.
I groaned, rolling over sluggishly. My thighs ached, heavy and sore, inner muscles still fluttering with faint echoes of pleasure. I stretched one arm out blindly, fingers fumbling until I found the device.
I answered without looking.
“Hello…?”
A soft, familiar feminine voice came through.
“Oh yes, hello. Nyxara?”
“Yes… who is this?” My voice was thick with sleep, raspy from screaming.
A small laugh, warm and a little sheepish.
“I’m so sorry, I should have said—I’m Maureen.”
My brain lagged for half a second.
Then it clicked.
“Oh shit.” I bolted upright, wincing as sore muscles protested. “Luna Maureen—”
She laughed again, softer this time. “We’re past all that formality now, Nyxara. I’ve been trying to reach you for a while. I may have… persuaded one of the guards for your number.”
“Oh gods, I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, rubbing my face. “Is everything okay? Do you need something?”
“No, no crisis, I promise.” Her tone turned lighter, almost playful. “I was just wondering… are you free tonight?”
My heart gave a funny little thud. “Yeah, I should be. Why?”
“Well…” She hesitated—just long enough for me to picture her biting her lip. “I happen to have two movie tickets. And I thought… maybe you’d like to come with me?”
I blinked. Then a slow, sleepy grin spread across my face.
“Are you asking me out, Luna Maureen?”
A soft huff of amusement. “I don’t know… are you busy?”
“Of course not,” I answered instantly. “You really think I’d turn down a date with my Luna?”
She laughed—bright and genuine this time. “Okay, okay. So… that’s a yes?”
“Absolutely it’s a yes.”
“Perfect.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll send a driver to pick you up tonight. Around eight?”
“That works. Thank you… I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too, Nyxara. See you tonight.”
The line went quiet.
I dropped the phone onto the mattress and flopped back against the pillows, a stupid, giddy smile tugging at my lips even as my body still hummed with the memory of being so thoroughly claimed.