(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

True to his word, Lucian pulled out of Cass once they were a few feet away from Edgar. He did make Cass a bit of a liar as they weren’t directly beside them as Lucian had Cass bend over so he could check his ass.

Cass thought he was just playing with him until Lucian pushed him onto his stomach on the bed and began checking his asshole. It should have been embarrassing, even demeaning, but the man was just taking care of him. That didn’t mean that Cass’ face wasn’t burning, but he could tell the difference in his touch.

Lucian’s touch was medical, clinical. He was truly making sure that Cass wasn’t hurt.

”Good. You’re not hurt. You’re not bleeding. You don’t even look like your ass is swollen at all, Cass.” Lucian told him and Cass turned to look at him over his shoulders, his arms crossed and used as a headrest. Lucian was staring at his ass, intent.

”That’s a good thing, right?” Cass confirmed, speaking more to the expert in the field than his meager understanding from books. Lucian nodded.

”Very good, and strange. But given your status as a demon as well, that might play a part.” Cass swore he could see the change when Lucian moved from being the serious, concerned partner to the devious dragon that he was. The dragon began to palm at his ass, squeezing it between his fingers. Cass could have sworn that was an impossibility before now, since he knew how skinny and thin Cassian had been. He’d been getting better, but Lucian’s fingers shouldn’t have been able to squeeze that much before it hurt.

In fact, it didn’t hurt. Cass stared in confusion, the only one completely oblivious to what was happening to his body.

”Look at that. Perfect. You’ve taken all of the seed I’ve poured into you and used it. Incredible. It’s not even dripping. You look clean inside, Cass. So pink and pretty that between you and Eddie, I don’t know who would win.” Cass felt his face warm. That was not something he wanted to hear, and it was strange to consider it.

”Pink?” Cass repeated hesitantly and Lucian’s gaze glanced at him, smiling, before it turned back to the ass he was squeezing between his fingers.

”Hell yeah. Like a damn flower. So pretty. I love licking it too, because it responds so well. However, there is another part that is...significantly neglected.” Cass watched as Lucian’s gaze dipped lower.

”What?” Cass asked, confused, his mind not catching up. He was barely aware of the dripping organ between his cock and asshole, because it was becoming normal for him. That was, until Lucian slid a finger through the folds and Cass’ knees gave out. The bed held him, Lucian chuckling.

”What a wet little place, Cass.” Cass watched as Lucian inhaled, letting out a deep sigh of delight as he smiled. ”It also smells heavenly.” His gaze flickered to Cass, and then to Edgar and Gideon beside them. Cass didn’t take his eyes off of Lucian, even as he felt the bed begin to rock.

Cass had been tuning out what Gideon and Edgar were doing, not because he didn’t want to watch, but for privacy. Those two had some things that they needed to work out, and Cass didn’t mind that they did. He...liked them both, for very different reasons. He just also knew that they had a bond that Cass couldn’t, wouldn’t interfere with.

Even if it meant that they ganged up on him sometimes, he didn’t want to end their friendship over something so ridiculous and he didn’t want to strain their relationship either.

”Should I pay attention to this place to give your other parts a rest, Cass? Would you like that?” Lucian asked and Cass gulped. Cass watched in horror as Lucian unfurled his tongue, showing off what Cass knew to be true.

The man could change the shape of his tongue, and it was far too long for the human mouth he was using right now. Cass flushed, hating the way his hips twitched and he knew that Lucian watched it all, felt it all. The smug smile that touched his lips as he curled his tongue back into his mouth told him so.

”Or, I could partially shift and you could hold onto my horns as I eat you, Cass. How do you feel about that? No one needs to know.” Lucian said with a wink. Cass felt like he was falling down a dangerous path, but damn it, he also knew he was going down with both fucking hands out, feet first.

He felt himself nod and watched the delighted grin that crossed Lucian’s face.

”You want to watch?” He asked and Cass shook his head. No. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to recover. His smile grew. ”Look forward then, and give me your hands. You’ll be arching your back a bit, but don’t worry, I’ll catch you.” Lucian promised in that sweet, dangerous voice that told Cass he was getting exactly as he wanted. Cass shuddered.

Slowly, he turned to face the two in front of him. He unfurled his hands, placing them behind him on his back. He could feel the shift in the air, almost like he was able to do in dungeons as magic swirled before he felt Lucian lower himself behind him. Cass could feel his breath on his ass, his body open and exposed to him. Cass let out a soft noise as Lucian pressed a kiss against his thighs, but it felt...different.

Cass swore he felt a scrape of something. Something dangerous. Something big. Something pointed. Cass swallowed as Lucian chuckled.

”You got damper, sweetness. Did my fangs excite you that much?” He breathed. ”Well, I think my horns are going to do worse.” His bigger, rougher hands grabbed his wrists and Cass felt his chest rise slightly off of the bed. His hands didn’t feel like normal, not the roughness of human skin.

They felt...scaled. Slick. Smooth, but still worn. Cass shuddered again, letting out a small whimper as his hand wrapped around the first horn.

It fit in his hand perfectly. The base was thicker near his hairline, bumpy like a tree branch, before narrowing into a dangerous point that made Cass’ finger bleed when he touched it.

”Careful, Cassy Baby. They’re sharp.” Lucian teased as Cass inhaled sharply. When he’d seen them last, he had no idea that they would feel like this. Cass found himself readjusting his grip, trying to touch, stroke, and the low, heady groan that left Lucian had Cass on alert. ”They’re also incredibly sensitive, so be careful or else you’re going to make me a liar about you resting.” He warned without much heat.

He was planning to do that anyways.

Cass shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed as he heard Edgar’s moans fill the air. Cass swallowed, listening to the sound of Gideon slide home inside of Edgar, over and over, and he wondered if Gideon thought he was as warm as Cass had? Cass shivered.

”You can put the tip in and cum.” Cass whispered. Lucian gave a loud laugh, before he pressed a kiss against Cass’ ass.

”How kind my soon mate is. I’ll just have to take you up on your generous offer. Enjoy, Cass.” Lucian murmured before his mouth moved further south, kissing, licking as he got to the tender, new core of Cass.

Cass let the sound leave his lips, his eyes opening to catch what was happening before him, helpless as Lucian gently, carefully, thrust the thinner part of his shifted tongue inside of him. Cass’ knees buckled again, his body shuddering and shaking as Lucian’s hands slid up Cass’ body and cupped the breasts that Cass had exposed.

Cass previously hadn’t had much skin there, or fat. He’d been a bunch of skin and bones. That was not the case now. Lucian twirled the tiny peaks in between his fingers, shooting flames, electric and wild down his spine.

It was made worse by the fact that Cass felt like a damn voyeur as he watched Gideon make love to Edgar. Cass was no fool, he knew that was the case. He could tell that Edgar knew it too, the confusion and adoration written on his face. There was a small twinge of jealousy inside of Cass, something he couldn’t deny, but it was overtaken by embarrassment.

What if they looked over and found him doing this when he said that he would rest? This was not resting!

Lucian’s tongue pulled out, soft, before it flattened out and he pressed it against Cass’ vagina. He wiggled it like a damn serpent, stirring Cass from both sides. His finger plucking at Cass’ nipples made the feeling more potent and Lucian rumbled. Cass was helpless.

Pinned, plucked, and pouring dampness from under that damn wonderful tongue. Cass was lost in the moment when Edgar looked over, seeing Cass pinned by Lucian, his chest exposed as the big, red-scaled hands of Lucian were twisting his nipples. Edgar gasped, and Gideon halted.

Cass hated that. He didn’t want to distract them, but when Gideon looked at Cass, there was no anger.

”What happened to Lucian’s hands?” Gideon asked and Edgar shook his head holding onto Gideon tightly. His legs were also wrapped around his hips. He was clinging onto the knight.

”No idea. By the gods, Cass, you’re too damn sexy.” Edgar muttered. Gideon agreed. Cass couldn’t respond since Lucian hadn’t stopped when they had started talking. Instead, he’d ramped up his bad behaviour. He had taken his tongue and sunk it deep inside of Cass. He wiggled, rumbling so his tongue was like a damn vibrator inside of him. Cass let out a choked sob as Edgar and Gideon shared a look.

It led into a deep kiss before Gideon picked up Edgar and then shuffled their bodies closer to Cass. So both men could watch him, and so that they could touch him if they wanted to.

Cass wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but when the bed began to rock again, Cass knew he had to realise that there wasn’t logic here. Just sweaty bodies, spent seed, and the smell of new seed coming at any moment.

Cass cried, his body stiffening as his own seed came, painting the carpet and the side of the bed. Cass’ hands gripped tightly onto the horns, so warm and strange in Cass’ hands. His fingers stroked them, gripping them like a lifeline. Lucian didn’t care, his tongue wiggling still deep inside of him as Cass squeezed him tightly, liquid pouring from him. Cass watched as Edgar shuddered, Gideon doing the same. They called each other’s names, Edgar’s cum painting his chest.

Cass stared, his eyes dazed until he felt Lucian drop him onto his chest. His horns torn out of his grip as Lucian growled. Cass felt his thick, scaly hand on his ass, spreading it as the tip of a cock entered his ass and a volcano of seed filled him.

Cass pressed against the bed as if to get away from it, even as his eyes rolled back in his head as another smaller orgasm tore through him. Fuck. Fuck. That felt so damn good. His insides begged for the rest of the cock to follow suit, and Cass was ready to beg for it when the cock was torn away. Cass was about to let out a small cry of complaint when a smaller, but familiar head entered his ass again.

More seed spilled and Cass felt like throwing up. What?

”Finally.” Lucian growled. ”Finally I can feed you properly.” He murmured and Cass had no idea what that meant. All he knew was that so much cum was inside of him that he felt sleepy suddenly.