My Watchmen

Ben:

“Do you trust me Butterfly?” Asking with a firm softness as she looked up with swirling blueish-green orbs, nodding a gentle “yes” biting her lip nervously.

Sliding back to the floor as she pulled the comforter away with her black lacy ass swaying in the air, smacking it with a firm palm as her body trembled in shock.
Slipping my black loafers off with the fluid motion of my jeans, reaching in the drawer for a condom as her intoxicating scent overpowered any rational thought.

Turning sharply at the loud growling gasps as my brothers stood frozen in the door, staring at my tented black boxer briefs then to Elicia sitting on her heels covering her chest in surprise.

“What the Fuck, Ben!” Chris grounded out between his teeth as they closed the door, smelling her arousal with blackened eyes.

“Right “Back” at you, Chris.” Smiling smugly as the Magnum condom wrapper crinkled between my fingers, looking over my shoulder at my Butterfly as she looked between us with a swirling lust.

“I know “who” you are.” Her voice spoke smoothly with a seductive tone, looking at her confused and extremely turned on by her boldness as she placed her hands on the bed, exposing those delicious mountains of juicy flesh.

“W-What do you mean “who” we are?” Clearing the knot from my throat with a fisted cough, looking back at my brothers as they approached the bed with large grins and hard-ons big enough to make even “Big Ben” jealous.

“Not trying to be all weird and stuff, but do you believe in “Déjà vu” like dreams of past lives that seem to overlap the present?” Her words were excited like she was experiencing an actual “Déjà vu” scenario as we spoke, and it was “Fucking Beautiful!” like it was a shooting star zipping through the black velvety skies as the moon disappeared behind its flaming rainbows of sparkly colors.

“Like?” Roger rolled the word with a dark desire, sharing the same perked brow of understanding.

The “Wadjat” she noticed her first night awake here was inspired by the exact dream between us, shortly after we had reunited with Max at the Demon Wolf Clan. Dom was cool taking us to Atlas at the High Coven after we found out she was a Tattoo artist.

“In short, these dreams depicted an Egyptian God “Hathor” then she summons four “warrior” looking men with white headdresses and white kilts with gold belts decorated in colorful hieroglyphics.” Her body shifted forward into a “Doggy” position, curling her fingers into the sheets with a bright glimmer casted across her hazels as we growled lowly in our link to not spook her in her moment of excitement.

“Bloody Fucking Hell! I think I just nutted in my briefs.” Elias laughed darkly in our link, causing the involuntary eruption of laughter to slip past our lips as her sultry smile tilted into a confused frown.

“Shit! No. No, Butterfly. We’re not laughing at you. Elias made a silent comment when you shifted onto your hands and knees because you look so “Fucking Sexy”.” Her straight face petrified me to the bone as her eyes, scanned between us nodding “yes” to what I had said, but silently cursed myself for the words I used.

“In this dream, what was happening?” Roger kneeled down in front of her, licking his lips as her breasts hung delicately from her chest with pebbled nipples I wanted to lick and suck on like I was baby suckling from its mother but naughtier and more devious in actions.

Her face erupted into a dark pink, inhaling her intoxicating scent as her breathing pitched with a dark vibration against her chest.

“My Watchmen.” The words whispered from her lips, causing us to jolt upright with a shearing wave of rolling heat as a strange pulsating energy took over.

Roger stepped back, taking his position at the left side of the bed as Elias took the right side and Chris at the foot, removing their shirts with smooth fingers.

The golden hue of the LED lights, engulfed the room in a familiar ambiance as soft Egyptian music began to play from the computer game that was on pause.

Not weird at “ALL”.

Removing my boxers with smooth fingers, taking my Butterfly’s lips in mine as she laid back onto the bed with a chesty moan, slipping her tender fingers along my shoulders as our tongues twisted in a warm embrace. Kissing along her jaw, down her neck as her body ignited into a rush of shaking breaths, trailing my tongue along her quivering stomach muscles with a flick to her naval.

Sliding her panties gently down her thighs, trailing my thumbs along the sensitive flesh as her legs arched up to allow removal. Shuttering in dark euphoria as her glistening juices seeped from her core, placing a feathery kiss to the soft pelvic skin as her head pitched back with a guttural moan.

“Farasha.” Speaking the fluid word as her body trembled to life, crawling up between her legs as her mewling moans engulfed the room with a rushing blast of static electricity as everything washed away leaving us trapped in this moment.

Stroking her seeping core with my engorged head and shaft, coating it in her juices as her fingers glided and tugged my head down to hers. Encasing her moans with a heated assault, arching those pebbled nipples into my blazing flesh as my throbbing shaft pressed pass her fleshy barrier with a chesty grunt as her velvety walls clenched tightly around my already tender erection.

“Ben.” My name whispered softly from her lips as her body accepted every inch with a satisfied mewling moan, sucking the oxygen from her lungs as she relaxed into my embrace.

Her trembling legs brushed along my twitching thigh muscles, opening her hips to my slow rolling thrusts as our sweltering lips tasted every glorious inch of our jaws and necks.

Pushing deeper into her depths as her mewling moans grew in intensity, gasping out as her head pushed back into the soft bed gripping firmly to my taut back muscles as I leaned back to arch into her trembling warmth.

“Elicia.” Moaning out her name as my body erupted into a rushing wave of spasms, holding firmly to her waist as her hips thrusted into my pounding pelvic thrusts.

Getting lost her euphoric cries of pleasure as her quivering walls convulsed into a rushing surge of static heat, thrusting deeper and harder as our bodies rocketed into the darkness of ecstasy.

“B-BEN! BEN!” Her screaming cries, shocked us back with a fiery whoosh as my balls twitched and convulsed, spewing every last drop inside her quivering depths as her juices soaked the deep crimson sheets with a triumphant growl.

Brushing away her damp ombre locks that stuck to her sweaty cheek, kissing her gently as her panting breaths vibrated darkly along my sweat soaked chest.

“You okay, Butterfly?” Looking into her bright eyes, slowly dislodging from her quaking walls as another rushing wave of heat took over her body, soaking my thighs in her glorious juices.

“y-yeah.” She panted out as she tucked her head against her hand, trying to control her breathing.

Using the twisted sheet to wipe away her dripping juices, sliding behind her as she watched Chris crawl into the bed, licking along her thighs and hips as her hands gripped firmly to my shoulders.

“You ready?” Whispering into her ear with a playful bite as Chris sank deep into her core with a chesty moan.

“OH GOD!” Her words swirled crazily as our bonds connected and melted to one another, teasing and enjoying her blissful moans as my brothers sealed our bonds with animalistic grunts and moans.

She passed out after Elias rocked her core into a deafening slurry of moans, gently lifting her as Roger and Chris drew a bath in her room.

“What just happened?” Elias linked to not disturb Elicia as she nuzzled into my chest, while he stripped my soaked sheets from the bed.

“Honestly, I have no clue. She was in tears at the club then she got pissed, causing me to “poof” back here to avoid problems. Her eyes turned to a glowing whiteish-blue and I knew I had to get her out of there.” Looking down at her peaceful face as we walked into her room, smelling the steaming heat rolling from the bathroom as Chris readied her bed.

“We all forgot about the condoms.” Roger growled lowly as we slowly washed her honey tanned skin with gentle hands, making sure she was thoroughly cleaned before tucking her in bed.

“We’ll deal with that later, right now…” Elias yawned like a lion as we crawled into bed with her, kissing her forehead one last time before passing out cold.