Playthings - part 2
Part 1 here
Warning: 18+, NSFW, Feyd, trash, filth, what is wrong with me? Just all of them okay?
Summary: I don't know... Feyd has a foursome with his darlings? There is nothing to summarize. Appx 1,100 words
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Feyd turned to watch as the Harpy slid her fingers between the legs of the Harpy straddling him. Her fingers stroked and drew whining moans from the other woman. He licked his lips. One hand lazily toyed with the third Harpy’s breast, first stroking, then squeezing, now pinching her nipple. All three women made small, soft sounds but those sounds made Feyd’s mouth water.
He slid his other hand down the back of the Harpy next to him, cupped her ass in his hand briefly, and guided her lower, toward the other woman. He lifted his hips and sneered. Denying her what she wanted, combined with the friction of her heat against his pants, made him begin to grow hard. She writhed and pushed herself against him and against the Harpy’s fingers. She arched her back and scratched at his hard stomach. He laughed.
One Harpy riding him, one kneeling beside him, and one cradling his head, yet Feyd played with them with detachment. He ran his fingers down the curve of an ass and up between thighs and twisted a nipple with the other hand. He watched the two in front of him as the other started to stroke his cheek, his lips. She slid her fingertips into his mouth. She didn’t look at the others, nor at him. This Harpy had her eyes closed, her arm casually behind her head.
Feyd’s eyes slid closed as he tasted the Harpy’s fingers. She had covered them in her wetness before stroking his face and putting them in his mouth. He hummed around the two small fingers. When she slid them out he was hard. He dropped his hand from her breast and sat up, startling the other two Harpies.
He lifted one off him with such ease that she loooked as light as a doll. He flicked a hand at the other and she recoiled, not afraid she would be hit but in disappointment. Then he stood up from the bed. He didn’t turn to face the Harpies as he unfastened and slid his pants down. He stepped out of them. Only two of the women watched the muscles of his smooth ass flex and they watched with watering mouths.
When he turned back to them they moved forward. All but the Harpy still laying on her back, head resting on her arm. She didn’t open her eyes. One of the other women crawled closer to where Feyd stood and ran her fingers down the line of his hip. The Harpy on his left nearly hissed and crawled forward, mouth slightly open, black eyes never leaving his face.
Feyd looked down at them both. He gripped his cock and thumbed the precum over the head. He watched them lick their lips. Then he looked up at the top of the bed.
“No,” he growled. He slowly knelt on the bed and grabbed the third woman, fingers digging into her thighs. He yanked her toward him and she finally opened her eyes. Her smile was mischievous and black. She looked near the edge of laughter until Feyd’s hand closed around her throat. Then her expression changed to one of intense pleasure. With his other hand he pushed her knees open.
“You don’t want to play tonight, darling?” His narrowed eyes searched her face. His grin showed only a hint of teeth. He squeezed just a bit tighter on her neck as he stroked his cock. “I think you do.”
The Harpy squirmed and raised her hips at him. She scratched nails down his forearm and smiled up at him. Feyd felt one of the others run her hand down his back, over the curve of his ass. The third rubbed his side and stomach, trying to inch her way down to his cock. He shoved her away lightly with his hip. She whined but slid her hand to his chest and occupied her fingers with his nipple.
Without letting go of the Harpy’s neck he leaned forward and guided himself to her waiting cunt. He pushed in with one firm stroke and she groaned. She ground her hips against him. Feyd’s head dropped between them and he let out a guttural sound that vibrated from deep in his chest. He rested his hand beside her head as he began to pound into her. Short, low grunts coming from him with each thrust. When he finally let go of her neck she gasped in air. She moaned and writhed underneath him.
The two other Harpies cautiously moved closer and stroked and licked any available skin. One slithered up on Feyd’s right, the other on his left. They tried to catch mouths with theirs but were unsuccessful as Feyd pounded into the Harpy beneath him. He reached out blindly next to him, panting, and found legs. He slid his hand between them and groaned when he found the Harpy’s wet heat. She whimpered and spread her legs for him. He slipped his fingers inside her. He squeezed his eyes shut, head bowed, almost on the Harpy’s chest. He felt a mouth on his back, a tongue on his spine, moving lower.
Feyd felt his climax building inside him. The Harpy’s cunt squeezed and released his cock. He moaned as he curled his fingers inside the other woman. Then the tension that had built in him exploded as the Harpy below him sunk her teeth into his neck. His eyes flew open. He bit down on his tongue to hold back the near-howl that had almost escaped him. He felt the pain run down his core and mingle with the pleasure at the base of his cock. He came, spilling inky-black cum into the Harpy and growling.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him inside her as she released him from her teeth. His fingers twitched inside the other woman almost in time with his softening cock. He pulled his hand away. The Harpy mewled but backed off and laid down next to her sister-concubine. The third kissed her way up Feyd’s back and slowly stretched out on the bed next to the pair.
Feyd exhaled and lifted himself up on his hand and knees. As he pulled out of her, the Harpy whined and refused to unwrap her legs. He straightened up and pushed her legs off his waist. She pouted. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She nearly purred against him.
His neck throbbed where she had bitten him. He was lightheaded. He let her have her little kiss, she had earned it. With the last of his strength he let himself fall onto the bed between two of the women. He pulled them into his arms and they curled their legs around him. He looked at the third, just out of reach and almost smiled. He caught her eye and the Harpy clambered over another to rest her head on his chest. Her head rose and fell with his slowing breaths. She smiled and closed her eyes as his hand stroked her smooth head.