(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce! - Chapter 352

Chapter 352: A spot untouched (m)
Cass’ face was buried in warm, breathing flesh. His face, his cheeks were pressed against a taut set of abs, rising and falling as the body he was pressed against breathed. Cass could feel himself trying to pull air into his lungs, but every time air left his lungs, he let out this soft, muffled whimper.

The reason for the whimper?

The tongue, fangs and lips licking and teasing his asshole. Cass felt like his body was breaking as the man on the other side of him ate him in a similar manner to how Cass had done to him. Cass could remember it now, even if it was hazy.

Why had he been so cocky before? Why had he been so full of himself?

His stomach felt so full and his body felt like he was tingling. He could feel the wet spot he had made on the bed by this point, and with the soft, careful fingers playing with his hair, Cass wasn’t sure what he could do in this situation.

He attempted to push himself up, to turn his head to look up at the man who he was resting on. He wasn’t even holding himself up at this point. Edgar was holding up his legs with his hands, and Lucian was holding up the rest of his body. He was tired, his stomach was full, but he wanted…he needed something else.

“Hmm? Are you done eating, Sweetness?” The soft voice asked, the sound rumbling through his body and Cass could feel the sound against his ear. Cass licked his lips as Lucian adjusted his grip, keeping one hand in Cass’ hair before he slid his other hand under Cass’ chin, tilting his head back.

Cass was able to meet Lucian’s gaze, his own dazed as he glanced over Lucian’s relaxed form. Cass had gotten his fill, of course. It was only now that he’d started to relax, but he’d sucked those cocks, stroked both of them to get his favourite food. Until he found himself in this situation.

Cass’ breaths came in short bursts, the moans leaving his mouth as he looked up at Lucian. Cass watched as Lucian’s expression shifted slightly, the soft, but watchful expression shifting into something that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Cass? What do you want?” Lucian asked, his voice rough, and Edgar pulled back slightly.

“Is something wrong? Does he want me to stop?” Edgar asked and Lucian made a deep, rumbling sound.

“I don’t think so. He does want something, though.” Lucian said carefully and Cass was able to take a moment and catch his breath because Edgar halted his assault on his ass. Cass gulped air in, his lungs huffing.

“Take it easy, baby. I’ll give you a break.” Edgar told him from behind him, giving his thighs a squeeze where he held them. Cass nodded slowly, his mind still hazy, his tongue feeling a little thick in his mouth.

Cass slid his gaze up towards Lucian, scanning his expression. His black hair was all over his chest and shoulders, his beard looking…like an interesting texture. Cass wondered if it could leave marks on his skin. He couldn’t remember if it could.

“Cass.” Lucian rumbled warningly. “Stop looking at me like that. If you want something, be clear.” Lucian warned. “Otherwise, I’m going to flip you over and rub my cocks between your thighs.” Cass felt his thighs twitch at that threat, and Edgar let out a chuckle.

“He flinched.” Edgar told Lucian and Lucian’s eyes curled up at the corners. Cass kept pulling air into his lungs.

“His heartbeat also sped up.” Lucian said. “Cassy Baby, what’s on your mind? Can you tell us?” Lucian asked and Cass swallowed. He could barely hold himself up, he couldn’t even flip over if he wanted to. Lucian was helping him hold his head up, and Edgar was keeping him from being a limp noodle on the bed.

Still, Cass wasn’t done. He did want something else.

Cass licked his lips.

“I…I feel so empty.” Cass whispered softly. Lucian’s eyes widened, and Edgar sucked in quickly from behind him.

“Sweetness.” Lucian started, his fingers beginning to stroke Cass’ hair again. Cass liked the feeling, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as he enjoyed the sensation. “We can’t do that. You wouldn’t like it.” Lucian told him softly. Cass whimpered.

“Why? I’m empty. I’m full, but I’m still empty.” Cass’ voice sounded weak and breathy to his own ears. He didn’t like it, but he couldn’t speak louder. He had a feeling that all of the moaning and whimpering had something to do with it. Edgar let out a shaky breath from behind him.

“You’re a stronger man than I am.” Edgar muttered and Lucian let out a dry laugh.

“I’m just older. Barely holding onto myself right now, Eddie.” Lucian told him as he kept his eyes on Cass. “Cass, I can’t. You want to be empty.” Cass felt his eyes water when Lucian told him that.

Who would want this feeling? Who would ever want this giant hole that it felt like he had inside of him? Now that he was fed, he knew of another part that needed feeding. A part he’d been neglecting this whole time!

Lucian’s eyes widened in horror as Cass let out a sniffle, and Edgar gently lowered Cass’ legs down before his own panicked expression came into Cass’ view. Cass couldn’t even be pleased about the fact that he had his fangs out. His vision was blurring due to the tears that were beginning to fall from his eyes.

“A-Are you crying?” Edgar asked, horrified. “Baby, oh please, don’t cry!” Edgar stuck his arms under Cass’ armpits and pulled him up until his back was against the headboard, his back supported as Cass weakly raised his hands up to try to wipe away his tears, and couldn’t. Lucian shifted quickly so that he could be on one side, Edgar on the other. Both men were using their fingers, clumsily, trying to wipe away his tears. Cass couldn’t stop crying.

Since his hands were useless there, he pressed them against his stomach. Lower, close to the base of his cock.

“Empty.” Cass repeated, heartbroken, and both men looked incredibly distressed.

“D-Does it hurt, Cass?” Edgar asked hesitantly, and Cass nodded, his lips trembling as he tried not to sob loudly. Lucian kept glancing towards the door, as if he was worried someone or something was going to break the door down and storm the room. Cass kept crying. He couldn’t understand why they were telling him no.

“Sweetness, you told us not to penetrate you. We signed contracts.” Lucian reminded him gently and Cass started sobbing louder.

“I-I lied!” He sobbed, and that seemed to distress Edgar and Lucian more. They shared a look, both men not used to seeing him cry this earnestly. It was a hard thing to witness, and hear. Cass wasn’t aware of how pretty he was, and the men were severely aware of how pretty he was.

“You didn’t. You’re just…feeling a lot of things right now. This too, will pass.” Lucian tried to be calm, to be sweet, but Cass scrunched his face up and glared at him.

“Liar. It never goes away.” Cass sobbed, and both men looked even more horrified.

“It doesn’t? Dear gods, do you suffer like this outside of your weeklies?” Edgar asked and Lucian shook his head.

“We can’t trust everything he’s saying right now, Eddie. He’s not himself. You need to realise that this is probably the side that…that Cass really didn’t want us to see.” Lucian tried to say it quietly, but Cass could hear him. He tilted his head back and wailed.

“Y-Y-You don’t believe me!” He sobbed. He wanted to cover his face with his hands, but they wouldn’t listen to him. Instead, he just cried. Loudly.

The sound of knocking came at the door and Lucian closed his eyes with a groan.

“Just…kiss him or something while I deal with this.” Lucian muttered, getting off of the bed. Cass, who had no strength in his hands, snapped his hand out and wrapped it around Lucian’s wrist as he was about to get off the bed. Lucian halted.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving?” Cass asked, his lips trembling as he stared at the dragon. Lucian was shocked, so was Edgar, before Lucian’s expression softened and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against his forehead.

“I’m not leaving. I promise, Sweetness. I’m just stepping away to get Edgar some more wine, alright? I’ll be right back.” He said and Cass scanned his face. He didn’t believe him. Not after he said no to him.

“Promise?” Cass asked softly and Lucian’s smile grew sweet. He rubbed his chin against Cass’ jaw. It felt animalistic, and spoke to a side of Cass that he wasn’t aware of.

“Promise. I’ll be right back. You’ll be able to see my back from the door, alright?” Lucian promised as another knock sounded on the door. Cass watched the man like a hawk, sniffing still, his hand sliding back to his stomach.

“Cass? Can you show me where it feels empty?” Edgar asked softly and Cass sniffed. He looked towards Edgar, his eyes big, missing the dirty look that Lucian gave Edgar over his shoulder.

Cass nodded, sniffing, and patted his stomach.

“Here.” Cass told him, and Edgar had to hold it together.

“O-Oh. There?” Edgar asked and Cass nodded. “And what I was doing earlier wasn’t helping?” Edgar asked, and Cass had to think about it. He closed his eyes, trying to reimagine it, before he shook his head. He opened his eyes, checking on where Lucian was, near the door, cocks out, door open, speaking in hushed tones to someone he couldn’t hear.

“It wasn’t deep enough.” Cass told him, pointing to where the pain was. Below his bellybutton. “It’s right here. It aches. Very painful.” Cass felt his eyes water again. “I can’t ever reach it. Hurt my hands.” Cass’ eyes spilled over as Edgar got a crucial piece of information he hadn’t had before.

Edgar’s eyes widened, a gasp leaving his lips as he realised why Cass had been injured before. Cass kept crying, quieter now, as he waited for Lucian to come back. He didn’t have to wait long as Lucian turned and came back with a bottle of wine. He placed it on a wooden dresser which also held a wooden box.

He hesitated for a second before he picked it up, glancing towards Edgar and Cass, before he let out a heavy sigh.

“I might have something to help you with your issue, Sweetness.”