inside.
Locking the bedroom door, he hurled himself at the bed, shaking. What the hell had that been? She touched his arm and arousal spiked through him. She cupped his cock and it jumped up to say hello.
Who the hell was she?
Bael’s brain was distinctly fuzzy now. He tried to remember how much he’d had, but that damn Marisa had never let his mug get empty. How big had that pitcher been? Endless…
The room spun around him and Bael closed his eyes, just for a minute.
Maybe hours later, maybe minutes, he awoke to the soft, wet touch of a woman’s mouth on his cock. Head still fuzzy, he lay there, trying to work out if he was dreaming or not. But even his hottest dreams hadn’t felt this good. A hot, wet tongue slid up and down his cock in long strokes, smooth and practiced. Soft hair caressed his hips, his thighs.
Bael opened his eyes but the curtains were drawn, the room dark, and all he saw was a head of dark, curly hair, bent over his groin.
He smiled. Kett had come back and decided to wake him up by giving him a blowjob. Well, that was damn nice of her. He made an appreciative noise and slid his hand into her hair. She rewarded him by sucking him into her mouth.
“Oh gods, yes,” he moaned, eyes fluttering closed again. “Shit, that feels good. You’re so good at that.”
She moved her head and he began to thrust in time. His cock was incredibly hard, so full it felt like it might burst, but then it always did when he was with Kett. He’d never felt like this with anyone else before. Never had such incredible, mind-blowing sex with anyone.
Her fingers caressed his balls, which tightened and drew up, ready to come.
“Kett, I’m gonna-I’m gonna-”
“Mmm,” she said, and the vibration had come shooting out his cock, right down her throat. She took it, swallowing hard, and continued to lick him. Bael lay back, his head still fuzzy but in a much more pleasant way, and stroked her head. He was getting hard again, the pressure of Kett’s mouth and the sway of her breasts against his thighs making him incredibly hot even after his orgasm had drained him.
“I want to lick you,” he said. “Come up here, I want to lick that delicious pussy of yours.”
Without lifting her head from his cock, she maneuvered herself around so she straddled his face, and Bael eagerly pulled her down to him. Her cunt was dripping wet, the folds swollen and pink, and he dipped his tongue inside happily. He loved her taste, could lick her for hours.
Her hand stroked roughly up and down his shaft as she teased and tormented the head. Burying his face in her pussy, he flicked her clit with his tongue and reached down to cup her breasts and stroke her nipples.
She gasped, brought her head up and moaned. “Good,” she choked. “So good.”
“I could lick you forever,” Bael said, and drove his tongue deep into her pussy. Kett writhed, then sat up and slid down his body until her pussy rubbed his cock. Holding his throbbing length in one hand, she rubbed it against her sopping-wet folds, the tight nub of her clit, and rocked her hips.
“Do you want me inside you?” Bael asked, sitting up and pressing her smooth back against his chest.
She nodded, and as he brushed her hair away from the back of her neck, kissing the damp skin there, she fed his cock into her hungry pussy, taking him in all the way and squeezing tight around his whole length. Bael cupped her breast with one hand, slid the other down to stroke her clit and rocked his hips against hers. He couldn’t thrust into her properly like this, but it was a great position for slow, glorious fucking.
“I only wish we had a mirror,” he whispered, and she squeezed her internal muscles around him.
“Your cock feels so good inside me,” she moaned. “Just like I knew it would.”
“Mmm,” he said-then frowned as he realized what she’d said.
“You’re so big. I felt it, under the table, but I didn’t realize it was this big.” Her fingers joined his between her legs, but while his rubbed her clit, hers stroked his balls and the base of his cock, slippery with her own juices.
“You-”
She writhed against him, her back rubbing his hard nipples, and Bael suddenly went cold as he realized what was wrong. Her back was completely smooth.
Not scarred.
“Kett,” he said, and she giggled.
Bael went completely still.
“You can call me Kett if you’d like,” she said, “but it’s actually Marisa, remember?”
He breathed in, trying to capture Kett’s scent, but smelled nothing. Panic swamped him and for a moment he couldn’t move.
Still bouncing happily on his cock, she said, “You passed out, poor baby, but I couldn’t wait to see what that big juicy dick of yours felt like in my mouth.”
“Get off me,” Bael said, shoving her away and scrambling backward. Horror consumed him as the girl with the dark curly hair turned and looked at him with a face that wasn’t Kett’s.
The barmaid from downstairs was sprawled there on the bed, legs open wide, pussy slick and swollen, and his cock leapt at the sight. She arched her back, her bountiful breasts aimed right at him, and stroked her own pussy.
“Come on in, lover,” she purred, and Bael leapt backward so far he fell off the bed.
“Get out,” he said. “Get out!”
Her face fell. “But we were having such a good time,” she pouted. “Is this because I sucked your dick before you were awake? Well, I’m sorry, babe, but I couldn’t resist, and you did enjoy it.” She licked her lips. “I can still taste your come.”
“No,” Bael said, pulling himself shakily to his feet. “No-I-this was a mistake-”
“She doesn’t need to find out,” said Marisa, crawling toward him and reaching for his cock, which twitched eagerly.
“I thought you were her,” he said desperately.
“I can pretend to be her, if you’d like,” she purred.
“No! You’re not her. I can’t-I can’t have sex with you,” he said, his voice trailing off as he realized what he’d just been doing. “I can’t,” he repeated.
“Oh, you can,” Marisa said, her hands encircling his cock and pumping gently. “You definitely can. Mmm, you felt good inside me. Want to finish it off? I want to feel you come inside me.”
“No,” Bael said, his voice weak as she started kissing his chest. “It was just because I thought you were her,” he repeated.
“Well, now you know I’m not,” she said, looking up at him with those strange silver eyes that so reminded him of Kett’s. But the coy look on her face wasn’t like his mate’s.
His mate.
Trying hard to silence the voices in his head that told him it was a really bad idea, Bael pulled Marisa up into his arms and kissed her, hard. His cock leapt, and lust flooded through him as her body pressed against his.
He hadn’t even managed to get hard with any of the other women he’d tried. He’d been so sure it was Kett.
“If I can fuck you, and I know who you are,” he told Marisa, “then she’s not my mate.”
“If you say so,” she said, nibbling on his ear.
Bael threw her down on the bed, lifted her ankles over his shoulders and plunged into her, his eyes on her face the whole time. And while Marisa closed her eyes and stroked herself and moaned and writhed, Bael kept on grimly pounding into her until he came.
He came inside a strange woman, a
“Get out of here,” he said, withdrawing from her and turning away.
“But-”
“Get out!” Bael snarled, turning back, Var shining through, and she fled.
Bael fell back on the bed where he’d betrayed Kett, and cried for the first time in years.
