Chapter 87: Careless Moans*

Blair slipped into the illicit depths of her own mind.

The quiet reality of the bedroom melted away. In her head, she was the center of attention, pinned to a massive, luxurious bed between two handsome beastmen who had decided to share her.

In her fantasy, Daemus hovered over her, his silver eyes dark with desire. He was gentle and passionate. His large hands were careful and reverent as they mapped the curves of her waist and thighs. He leaned down, his mouth trailing soft, lingering kisses along her neck, murmuring sweet, devoted praises right against her ear.

"You are so beautiful," her imaginary Daemus whispered, his warm breath tickling her collarbone. "You’re perfectly mine. Just relax and let me take care of you, Bunny."

Professor Feron was the exact opposite.

While Daemus worshipped her neck, Jack’s hands clamped down on her wrists. He pulled her arms above her head, his grip tight and bruising as he held her still, forcing her into submission.

Blair’s fingers mirrored the building tension of the fantasy. Trailing down her stomach, she finally found her clit. It was slick and swollen.

She pressed her middle and index fingers against the sensitive nub, applying a circling pressure. A breathy, startled moan instantly slipped past her lips. Her knees knocked together, her thighs clenching tight around her own hand.

The fantasy shifted, growing heavier and more intense as they made their move.

In her mind, Daemus was the first to settle between her legs. He pushed her thighs apart, his silver eyes locked onto hers to make sure she was ready. She imagined the stretching sensation of his dick sliding deep inside her. He took it slow, burying himself to the hilt with a deep thrust that stole the breath straight from her lungs. He made love to her, establishing a steady, intoxicating rhythm that made her arch her back into the mattress.

But she wasn’t just left to Daemus. As he fucked her, Jack’s long fingers abandoned her wrists to tangle roughly into her dark hair. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat, his thumbs pressing firmly into her jawline. Every time Daemus drove deep inside her, Jack would demand she look up at him.

"Keep your eyes open, Miss Willows," Jack’s cold voice commanded from above. His red eyes glowed with dark, sadistic amusement as his grip tightened on her jaw. "Look at what he’s doing to you. Take every inch like a good girl, or I’ll punish you for it."

"Yes, Professor," Blair imagined herself whimpering back, breathless and entirely pliant under his strict control.

Blair moaned out loud in the quiet bedroom, her head thrashing against the pillow.

Her fingers worked faster, rubbing her clit with a frantic, desperate need to chase the building pressure pooling in her lower belly. Her breathing turned ragged. She pumped her fingers in a steady, slick rhythm that synced perfectly with the mental imagery flooding her brain.

Oh my god, it feels so good, she thought, her mind swimming in a blinding haze of euphoria. Her toes curled into the bedsheets. Why wasn’t I doing this before? Why did I wait so long?

The fantasy blurred as the beastmen seamlessly swapped places.

If Daemus was passionate, Jack was utterly ruthless. He took his turn, pushing her back down into the pillows with a rough grip on her hips. He fucked her with a punishing pace, driving deep inside her and forcing her to take every single inch of his cock. He didn’t hold back, setting a relentless rhythm that scrambled her thoughts completely.

"Are you going to beg for it?" Jack taunted, his hips snapping forward with a bruising force that drove the air from her lungs. "Tell me how much you need it. Let me hear how pathetic you are for us."

"Please," she sobbed out in the fantasy, her head thrashing as she submitted to him. "Please, Professor, more. Don’t stop."

Yet, Daemus was right there beside them. While Jack wrecked her, Daemus held her hands. He kissed her knuckles, his thumbs gently wiping away the imaginary tears of pleasure from her cheeks. He offered her the soft affection she desperately needed to survive Jack’s overwhelming, rough dominance.

"I’ve got you," Daemus cooed softly, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to her forehead. "You’re doing so well for us. Just let go."

She was lost in the dizzying blur of Jack and Daemus taking turns claiming her body, demanding her attention until she couldn’t think straight.

Beside her on the mattress, Daemus was fighting his own losing battle.

He was watching her writhe, listening to her ragged breathing. Her continuous, breathy moans were driving him insane. He had his hand wrapped firmly around his own cock, pumping his fist in a fast, desperate rhythm.

Daemus squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He let his imagination take over, replacing the feeling of his own rough grip with the sensation of Blair touching him. He imagined her small, soft, delicate hand wrapping around his thick shaft. He pictured her petite fingers sliding up and down his length, stroking him with the same frantic desperation she was currently using on herself.

The mental image of her small hand jerking him off was the final tipping point.

Daemus hit his limit. He came with a quiet, breathless curse, his grip tightening as a wave of intense relief crashed through his body. He let his head fall back against the headboard, his chest heaving heavily as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

As his racing pulse began to steady, his fluffy blue ears twitched. He tuned into the wet, ragged sounds of Blair pushing herself right to the edge beside him.

He listened as a soft, desperate whimper fell from her lips.

"Daemus..."

A smug smirk spread across his handsome face. His chest swelled with pride. He was the star of whatever freaky, dirty fantasy she had managed to conjure up in that genius brain of hers.

But right as Blair arched her spine, her body tensing tight as she chased her final, crashing peak, a second, breathless moan slipped past her lips.

"Professor..."

Daemus’s smirk vanished.