(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce! - Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Semi-aware, semi-terrified (m)
Cass saw stars. He came as soon as the dildo sank all the way to the spot inside of him, his body shivering as he came. His legs twitching, his hands grasping at the bedsheets. Cass’ mouth was open, a low moan leaving his lips as nothing came out of his cock.

Lucian swore, loudly, as he did so.

He was on the bottom of the bed, on a relatively clean portion of it, holding onto the flared base of the dildo in Cass’ ass. He was staring at the man, his expression taunt, tension in his shoulders as he stared at Cass, scanning him as the man orgasmed.

“Fuck! Are you serious? Did he just cum from his ass alone? I swear to the gods, this is fucking torture!” Lucian was loud with his complaints, while Edgar was laughing. He was sitting on not a clean portion of the bed, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was more focused on Cass and how he was doing.

“That was amazing to watch. I don’t even think I can do that.” Edgar muttered, and Lucian stiffened. He slid his inhuman gaze from Cass, to Edgar, something in the depths as he looked at the other man. Confusion, mixed with intrigue.

“You can’t?” He asked and Edgar let out a soft laugh. His expression was soft as he looked over Cass, and glanced at Lucian.

“Well, it certainly hasn’t happened yet, and I doubt it would happen on insertion alone. That fake thing isn’t even as big as Cass’ cock either.” Edgar almost sounded indignant for Cass’ sake. Lucian let out a laugh as Cass recovered from his orgasm.

His body was rising and falling, his chest tight, his legs jelly in a way that he hadn’t experienced before. He also felt…kind of full. His ass was clenching around something in his ass, twitching. Fluttering on it. Was it…a cock?

No, it was too hard to be a cock. It couldn’t be. Cass had…said no to that. Cass stared up at the ceiling, dazed, as his body continued to shiver.

He’d been orgasming a lot, he knew that much. He’d even witnessed it, in person and through a third person view as well. However, this was different. It felt like this was what he wanted. This was what his body needed.

The thought alone stirred a deep fear inside of Cass, but something swatted it away. Burying it deep within Cass as soon as it came up. Cass wasn’t sure what that was, but as soon as he felt his anxiety, his worry spike, it was gone. Replaced with the afterglow of an orgasm.

Cass could hear that the others were speaking, knew that they were talking about him, about themselves, but he wasn’t fully paying attention. More focused on the hard, very hard object in his ass. He wasn’t done with it, he knew, but he couldn’t move either.

He was going to have to rely on others for help, and Cass was himself enough now to realise that was embarrassing.

“Well, it certainly didn’t stretch him out, now did it? I almost feel bad for him, but let’s hope that this takes away that feeling he has. I think he’s full in other ways, but we’ll have to take turns thrusting this into him. For now, get up there. His mouth looks lonely.” Lucian was being pushy, forceful, and Cass could hear that Edgar was muttering under his breath.

He was glad that he didn’t have to voice that he needed help. Either through the bond, or through some other reason, Lucian knew what Cass needed. Relief filled him as his chest rose and fell quickly. Anticipation filling him at the thought of what the rest of the night could be.

While Cass was thinking, he wasn’t able to pay attention to what Edgar had said under his breath, but he did hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh and Edgar letting out an indignant grunt.

Cass turned his gaze downwards towards the two men, and saw that Lucian’s hand was coming back to his side, a smirk on his lips, while Edgar’s mouth was open in shock. He had a hand on his backside, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

Cass felt his own face flush with heat just realising what had happened.

“Move, bottom. Don’t start with me. I know what you like. I’m sure Cass wouldn’t mind if the other one was used on you.” Lucian growled, and Cass watched as his own cock hardened. Feeling head warm his face, he wasn’t sure if it was because of what was in his ass, or the thought of Edgar getting something in his ass at the same time as Cass.

Cass gulped as Edgar muttered, giving Lucian a scathing look, but moving towards Cass. Cass was only given a few seconds to consider before Edgar’s gentle fingers slid into his hair, his eyes warm, glowing, and filled with an affection Cass hadn’t been aware of until now, and pressed his lips against Cass’.

Cass’ chest felt tight as the man kissed him, and Cass kissed him back. How had he not noticed that look before? Had he been looking at him like that this whole time? Was…Lucian also looking at him like that?

The thoughts faded quickly as pleasure took over, Cass’ mind hazing, his thoughts fading as he sunk into the bed, enjoying the other man kissing him literally senseless.

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Cass didn’t have bones anymore.

His body was just a pile of mush, orgasms, and sweat. Edgar had completely drained Cass’ balls, sucking, rubbing, and manhandling his cock and balls until Cass had made a full mess of the sheets. He had even climbed on top of him at some point, rubbing their cocks together, rocking his hips against Cass’ to seek his own pleasure.

Cass had laid back, taking the pleasure, having his body petted, sucked and fucked by the man as he couldn’t move his own body. Cass had no complaints. Edgar had looked hot as hell the whole time he was doing it. His pretty face flushed, pleasure clear in his eyes, Edgar plucking at his own nipples.

He’d even cut himself again to let Cass drink from him, and Cass felt like a damn glutton. He was so full, his body vibrating with energy that he wasn’t able to use because his muscles protested so much.

All while this was happening, Lucian was using the two dildos on rotation on Cass.

Cass had never had someone else to use dildos on him before. It was…a strange experience, and felt like someone was fucking him. If he didn’t find as much pleasure from it, he would have been terrified. This was the worst time to come back into his body, even if he couldn’t quite speak for himself.

He was able to feel everything,

Each thrust, each smooth movement, each gentle or forceful push of the fake cock into his ass. He was also able to feel how his body craved it. How there was a slight disconnect between his body, and what his body wanted. It was strange, and confusing. Made even more confusing when he kept cumming. From his cock, and not from his cock.

Every time he came, the boys would stop, speaking softly to Cass. Cass didn’t realise it was because he was crying until his eyes began to throb, hurting. Lucian especially was rather concerned for Cass.

Whenever he made Cass cum he would stop, leaving the dildo pushed all the way inside, hitting that spot inside of Cass that he craved, he would come around to the side of the bed. His big, thick hands would gently push Cass’ hair from his face, his eyes watching Cass as he tried to breathe through another orgasm.

Lucian would kiss his face, rub his beard and chin against his shoulders and jaw, showing Cass a kind of affection that Cass wasn’t expecting but made Cass’ chest throb. Lucian would then press gentle kisses against his face, and Edgar would do the same.

Both men showering him with a kind of affection that only made Cass feel uncomfortable. He knew that they were attracted to him, but this? This was…this was leading to something that Cass wasn’t sure what it meant.

It made his stomach churn, and he wasn’t sure if it was in a good way, or a bad way. He was also worried that he was getting full of himself. He had a chance to think, to worry about what would happen after this week was over. What it would mean for them, for the three of them, when this was done.

Cass could feel himself wanting to pull back even as the men petted him, stroked him down from orgasm after orgasm. Like they could sense that Cass was panicking internally. They didn’t change their attitude, taking care of Cass until he finally stopped getting hard, the feeling faded from his chest, and Cass could finally tell that it was…over.

It was over.

Cass felt the tears fill his eyes this time, knowing that they were from him, they were sincere, and Edgar let out a relieved sigh.

“Oh Cass. It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” Edgar whispered, pressing kisses against his shoulders and face. Lucian pulled the toy out of Cass, and Cass wasn’t sure what he did with it as he came around, picking up Cass from the bed and also picking up Edgar, but with magic. Edgar let out a yelp as both men were carried to the bathroom. Lucian nuzzled his face and head against Cass’ not halting his tears this time.

“You’ve done so well, Sweetness. So well. It’s okay. I’ll make sure that we clean up after you. Get some rest. You’ve earned it. You can worry about the finer details later.” That answer, those words told Cass that Lucian was able to sense what he was feeling, but Lucian had prioritized what Cass would have wanted if he wasn’t panicking over what he was doing.

Cass’ tears poured harder and Lucian continued to comfort him. His eyes were heavy as he watched Lucian turn on the water, Edgar sitting on the edge of the tub, his legs jelly as well. He was watching Cass and Lucian, his gaze full of concern, but Cass couldn’t keep his eyes open.

He struggled against himself, but as soon as his body hit the water, the warmth lulled him into slumber. Cass fell asleep as arms kept him upright in the tub so he didn’t drown.