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Bael followed Theodore over the edge, spilling himself down my throat. I swallowed him greedily, loving the hot, salty flavor on my tongue. His head tilted back as he shut his eyes tightly, moaning as his body trembled. His fingers sunk into my curls, gripping me tight as I sucked every last drop from his balls.
Theodore slowly pulled out, leaving me gaping and empty at the same time that Bael removed his cock from my mouth. I licked my lips, feeling a single drop of cum dripping from the corner of my mouth.
Bael leaned down and captured it with his tongue, groaning in delight. "Do you have any idea how delicious you are?" he asked me breathlessly.
Theodore moved to untie my thighs from the swing, and I could have cried at how much relief I felt when they were free. My muscles strained as he gently lowered each leg with care and reverence.
"If she doesn't, then I suppose we'd better spend he next eternity showing her," Theo said. Reaching out, he caressed my cheek with his palm. So soft and delicate, unlike the punishing way he'd ben fucking me only moments ago.
* * *
Bael tippeda glass of Euphoria into my mouth. It was hard to keep it from spilling due to the fact that I was currently lying upside-down off the side of his bed while Theodore massaged my bare feet.
Music played from an old phonograph that Bael had set up in the corner of his tent, and we'd alternated between dancing to soothing jazz, fucking hard, and lounging around doing absolutely nothing. I was sore all over the place, but I had a feeling that would go away after I let go of my life in the waking world.
"So I'll be immortal?" I asked as I attempted to do that little coin trick Bael always did. I'd dropped the damn thing on my forehead at least a dozen times, but I was determined.
"You can't be immortal if you're dead," Theodore said with a small laugh. He ran his thumb up the sole of my right foot, and I moaned at how amazing it felt. "So technically, no. But your soul will phase into it's next state of existence. You're still made up of the same energy that gave you life, only now, you won't have to live within the confines of a mortal body."
"So confusing," I said, shaking my head and I rolled to my side. "You can just say I'm going to be a ghost. It's not going to scare me off now."
Both men shook their heads. Bael set the decanter of Euphoria on a side table before returning to the bed and hopping on, causing me to bounce. He was still shirtless, and his long hair was rumpled and messy.
"No," he said, propping his head on his hand as he faced me. "You are not going to be a ghost. You'll still exist in this world even though you may no longer have physical form. Ghosts are just echos of the past. Souls are just energy that's been transferred from one state to another."
Theodore nodded, puffing smoke rings from his mouth as he puffed on his long pipe. The smoke smelled earthy and sweet, and I realized I loved it.
I nodded, finally giving up on the coin trick, using my thumb to flick it back to Bael. He caught it mid air, and immediately began rolling over his knuckles. I narrowed my eyes at him, and he just winked.
I rolled onto my back and stretched, raising my hands over my head. The movement caused the silk robe Bael had given me to wear, to rise up, the tie falling loose, exposing my breasts. Two masculine groans filled the room, and I smiled to myself.
I counted about two seconds before I felt fingers lock around my ankles. Theodore pulled me towards him, and I yelped, sliding to the head of the bed. I laughed as he anchored my legs on either side of him before crawling to his knees and settling between my thighs.
I tilted my head backwards, looking at Bael from upside down. He lounged happily a the foot of the bed, his eyes filling with heat."T’as de beaux yeux, tu sais?"
I blushed, batting my lashes in an exaggerated way. "You really think so?" I teased. He always fixated on my eyes. One brown, and one blue, even from the very first day.
He narrowed his gaze on me, fighting a smile. "You're trouble, as well,mon amour. It's a good thing I adore trouble."
I gasped as Theodore's hands roamed along my sides, his lips brushing against my belly, his tongue tasting every inch of my skin. I let out a moan and rolled my hips while Bael watched in fascination.
Theodore kissed his way up my body until he was pinning me to the bed sheets beneath us, my hands curling into them tightly. His body heat surrounded me completely and spread throughout like wildfire consuming everything in its path.
He grabbed onto one of my wrists, pulling my arm up and over my head, pinning me down before grinding himself against me. With his other hand he freed his cock, nudging my thighs wide apart with his knees.
His eyes bored into mine intensely, searching my face before coming back to settle on my gaze again."Cheri mwen vle w,"he whispered against my lips.
I wasn't completely fluent in Haitian Creole, but I knew the basics. Enough to know that he wanted me right now, echoing my own needs.
He slipped inside me slowly, and I groaned as I let my eyes fall closed, savoring the slide of his thick cock, and the pressure that built in my lower abdomen. I was so full it nearly hurt, but that pain was so satisfying.
I quivered in Theodore's embrace, my body aching for more of him as his strong arms held me down tightly. I felt each thrust of his piercing deeper and deeper, a sweet agony that made my body tremble with pleasure and desire. Every movement sent waves of sensation coursing through me, the force of them crashing together like a wild sea. I wanted this moment to last forever.
I could feel Bael watching intently as Theodore had done that first time in my wagon. This time the ringmaster—the usher, was my audience, and he was utterly feasting on the sight of us.
Theo captured my lips with his, kissing me passionately, slowly and leisurely. His lips were soft, yet firm too, and his tongue tasted like the Euphoria we'd been drinking tonight.
The tide of pleasure was surging through us both, and we moved together as one, feeding off each other's passion, anticipation, need and obsession. His thrusts became faster and more frantic as he built to his own crescendo, while I sunk deeper into my own orgasmic bliss.
