Chapter 24

It was her destruction. And despite the cruelty of the situation, Amber relished in the depths of the madness, because she needed it. She needed them all—the parts that did not coddle and coo. The parts that took, and took, and refused to give. The parts of them that were selfish and wanted only love.

The parts that ravaged, craved and fucked.

"Casper." She was breathless, the air thick in her throat. "I'll be good. I promise. Casper, please, please fuck me." Her hips twisted, a hiccup in her throat. "J-just, a little. Just enough to make me cum."

"I'll do more than that," his fingers danced across her slit. "Fuck you're soaked." His digits circled her clit, parting the lips of her cunt, her body throbbed. "God, you're so hot." His growl stretched, vibrating across her skin and her nipples pebbled in the cold.

Casper stood towering over her, angry and rippling with muscles. The heat grew in his eyes. The condom snapped against his cock, his fingers trailing lazily over his shaft. He pumped, stroking himself slowly, a tongue to his cheek, narrowed foxy eyes. She tasted her lips, eyed the studs that glittered under rubber.

"I'll take you so fucking hard, you'll feel me in you for weeks." He fed her lines that would make her gush, a mess flowing down her thighs. She groaned, a whine in her throat. His hair curled pretty in his eyes. His pecs flexed, skin dewy with sweat. "Show you exactly what a filthy slut you are."

Amber snorted, felt confidence twist swiftly in her chest. A moment of incredulity. "Damn," she giggled, "That was fucking cheesy, I guess you could try to make me one." This had his lips twitching, but his eyes glittered, narrowed at her with a heat that she rarely saw on him.

"Darling," he breathed, "you don't seem to know who's the one in power here."

Her breath caught in her throat; exhale stammered out as she understood where he was in his headspace. The lion in him was stalking its prey, and it dominated, turned something in her coy, good and on her knees.

It was as if her animal knew he was in charge, and she should be sitting pretty, lapping at his cock, eating out of his hand. The rage of her betrayal had been twisted and forced into a little play of pleasure. Her kind, gentle clumsy man was gone, and he'd replaced it with the devil inside.

"I've been thinking about this for weeks," he snarled.

His mouth captured hers, open, fierce and all wet heat. And she let out a little desperate moan as his tongue sought to coil with hers, stealing shivers up her spine. His fingers dragging up her skin. His pulled her closer, his hand on her wrist. He tugged and she fell upon him. She squealed.

Another's hands snuck out to cup her, but a harsh growl from him had them scampering away as if attacked. His fingers roamed, and she exhaled. The pleasure was there, a simmer of heat that expanded and ballooned. The desire that lifted her and made her toes clench and her pussy squeeze. She blinked rapidly, tears already flowing from the corner of her eyes.

Fuck, she missed this so much.

Her fingers danced up his neck, coiling in his hair. And he hissed, pulled her hips towards him, groin to groin. He snarled, his cock swelled, hard and heavy against her belly. It slapped against her flesh. Casper was panting, a smirk on his lips, dimples showed innocent on a naughty face. Her nipples were pinched, hungry as his mouth nipped and pulled vice like.

He slammed her against the couch. Her back dropping upon the cushion as he lifted her thighs, felt and moulded her flesh with his fingers. He heaved, and her ass was in the air. Her cunt to his mouth. His breath was hot and God her clit fluttered, pulsed to the beat of her heart. And she gushed, could almost taste the sweetness of her own scent in the air.

Fuck.

His tongue was on her cunt in seconds, a firm long lick that had her tingling and squealing. His lips were on her clit, and his fingers curled deep inside her had her hips bucking, body arched. A scream spilling from her throat that he silenced with a palm. But his tongue was slow, the suction not enough for to take her over the edge. And the curl of his fingers too little to bring her too much pleasure.

"Oh fuck," she hissed through clenched teeth. Her pleasure spiked as the gooey strands of her arousal clung to his lips as he rose from her pussy. The hunger in his gaze only grew as he tasted as if it were an alluring choice of drink, he had the opportunity to partake.

"That's so fucking hot," someone mumbled in the background. She could hear the slaps of fists around hardened cocks.

"Casper's going fucking crazy."

"Fuck, I want to do that to her too—"

"Shut up," Casper growled, and there was a scamper then a laugh from her boys. Her thighs parting for him. He spat on his hands; spit teased over his cock, wet and slick it dribbled. And then his fingers were gentle, twisting slow waves over her skin. Tender and yet cruel. "I've been waiting so damn fucking long, it hurts."

"Please," she whimpered now, hips pushing to meet his, legs parted.

And then he slammed into her, sank his cock deep into her pussy, piercings rubbing all the right places. His body flexing, lips curling into a smile. His cock thrusting upwards, pounding against the parts of her that were too sensitive.

The passion grew, thrill zinging through, a spark blossoming in her throat. And God, she almost screamed, her fingers tight around his hips, digging against flesh as he pounded, and she bucked. Then trashed. He sucked at her throat.

He went deeper, the head of his penis nudged against her cervix. And she was so unused to rough sex that she gasped, felt lightheaded, pain rippling free. But her body squeezed, wanted more as she squirted around him. She was building towards an orgasm so delicious she knew it would last for minutes and turn her soul inside out.

He fucked her like he promised he would. His tail slapped against her ass, hard, heavy. She whimpered, the pain jiggling up her spine. Her breasts were sore, bounced heavy on her chest. And her eyes were glazed, her ears rang as he stretched her so good. And God it was delicious the pull and drag of his cock as he exited wet and sloppy and then entered splitting her apart. He was ravenous as he claimed her like his and his alone.

And no one else.

He made that clear.

She stifled her moans behind her hand. Because there was the baby to think about, the neighbours. The entire fucking hotel. But it was difficult to keep quiet, and she was lost to the ecstasy. She soaked him with her juices. And the wet sloppy slaps of cock going in and out of her, the slaps of skin against skin, was just as loud as her keens and his groans. Her eyes were dazed as the pleasure came, drawing her higher and higher.

"Casp, I'm cumming—I—"

But he broke it all, went against the rhythm. He thrusted in shallow jerks, pulled back so that she wouldn't cum. It was not enough for her, but enough for him as he grinded his hips and only allowed the tip to stretch her, his frenulum stimulated. The cruel smirk on his lips was so fucking pretty she couldn't help but grow teary.

"Casper…"

"Does our baby, want to cum?" Oliver teased entering her view with a smirk on his lips, his cheeks were pink. His lips formed a heart with a smile. His voice grew brighter, a cheery whistle from his throat. "Aw."

Even Hikaru had something to say, his eyes growing dark. "Too bad." He snorted, nothing like how he used to be all quiet, gentle, and pliant to her demands. "It's your fault for lying." He chided with a squeeze of her cheeks.

"Naughty girls don't get to cum," Casper grunted. He came then, his hips stuttered against her. His moan wanton and crazed, uninhibited despite his level of machoism. They were never silenced because her soulmates knew it got her hotter, got her wetter.

She was squeezing around nothing when he pulled out. His gasps were hot on her throat. The emptiness had her shuddering her clit pulsed, an itch stretching warmth in her belly. An ache crawling across her. She reached to chase the last strands of her departing pleasure, fingers darting to the nub. But Casper pinned her arms behind her head.

"Thank you for the orgasm," he purred, toxic beauty as he smiled, his body so firm and damp in the light. Golden and taut. It glowed. Colours swam in his eyes, predominantly red.

"Please," said Amber, wriggling in his hold. "Please, Casper…C-Casper."

"The orgasm is unnecessary that's what your doctor said," her soulmate declared. There was a hard wicked smile on his face. "Come on Oliver." He crooked a finger towards her other soulmate, moved to give him space.

"My turn sunshine," Oliver declared, bouncing over. His white tail wagging. Her darling took his place, cheeks pink as he furrowed his brows in concentration. He tugged her hips towards him, diving down to taste her lips. He kissed her with urgency, stole oxygen from her lips until she was gasping and panting. His cock twitched, then slammed into her pussy.

The suddenness of it had her gasping. The ache between her legs only grew, something she'd never experienced before. And her new puppy was before her, arms caging her in. His thrusts were rough as he strove towards a grunted orgasm that he muffled against her throat, nipping against her skin. Her walls stretching as it tried to accommodate his speed, burning just a little as he chased his high. His cock kissing at the sensitive spots of her that sent a shiver down her spine.

And then it was gone in the moments when he really tried, hips slowing into long strokes that allowed the pleasure to climb. And during those moments she whimpered, her body building to another peak that he wouldn't allow. Then he quickened into a staccato pace that started it all over again ending the pleasure. She shuddered, chest heaving as he drove deep within her, her toes curling.

"Goddamn you," she cursed as he slowed just moments before her orgasm arrived.

"I'm in control here, baby." Oliver tilted her chin, the hazel of his eyes catching hers. The tangerine of his scent spilling free, delicious musk that spurred her to a greater high. And then he stopped hitting all the good spots, with a slap to her ass and a clench of his jaw. A giggle spilled from his lips at her rage. "That's what you get for being naughty."

"And she loves it," Hikaru stated.

"Loves being centre of fucking attention," Oliver teased, then twitched. His breath catching. "F-fuck, I'm going to cum."

"So soon?" she wailed, her head darting towards another. But he turned her chin towards him, pounding harder and faster. And he kept her looking, kept her watching as his pleasure unfurled across his face. His eyes were dark, hungry as he stared, searched her features, seemed to taste her yearning pleasure. His pace quickened; breath harsh.

"Yeah, I'm already so close, can't last," he groaned. He siphoned the need from her, his eyes roamed her face, his cock pulsating at the expression that blossomed across her cheeks. He took her desire and fuelled his own. And lips parted, his tongue out in bodiless moans, his hair fell, covering his eyes but she could see the flash of clenched teeth, the glint of eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He was hissing, spitting obscenities on her skin.

On his skin was a ring of words, each spilling with his truth. Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.

Then his breath caught with one last moan. A whispery 'fuck yes' on his tongue. He with stuttering hips. His eyes rolling back, bucking against her body as he spilled deep. His head threw back a sinful groan rippling free. His curses continued, almost feral as he slowed.

She felt his orgasm, the twitch of his warm dick in her pussy. The eruption of his semen, that had his entire being shivering through expelled breath. His grip tightened as he held her as if he tried to stop her body from the torture she inflicted on his cock, as if he couldn't take the stimulation of her pussy. She squeezed and he hissed.

Then he pulled out, condom sagging and thick with his ejaculate. A satisfied sigh on his lips.

This time she was cruel as she slumped, defeated mostly by the gorgeous visage of his orgasm that he'd gifted her. One that sent her clit fluttering, electric and needy. It was growing to be more than just an itch and she shifted, whimpering.

"That was," she started to say, thought of kind words to say. She frowned. Fuck that. "You sucked."

"I tried to do everything that didn't work," Oliver winked, she made a face. He laughed. "What do you think?" He turned to the rest.

"Perfect," Casper purred.

Ezra spoke up then with a low groan. "We created monsters."

"Hikaru," Casper declared, ignored the rest. "You're the last one for today."

Her darling stepped forward, so pretty with pillowy lips that he'd turned crimson with his tongue. He was biting them as he climbed over her, his magnificent tip kissing her opening. He'd gained inches everywhere and Amber clung to him eyes begging for him to fuck her into oblivion because he could. He could with a cock that didn't take much to dig into her sensitive spots. Her smile brightened.

"Don't make her cum," Casper warned, already seeing her cresting figure. Hikaru frowned.

"She's too close," he argued, panting just a little. She could see that he was close too in the bounce of his red, swollen cock, riddled with gorgeous veins and shiny with pre-cum. It wouldn't take much thrusting for him to come. Her fingers darted to her clit and Casper snatched it away. A growl in his throat.

"No." Casper pulled her fingers away.

She blubbered. "But—"

"You listen to me, and you show me that you listen to me," he murmured. "Don't cum. And don't touch yourself. Only we will give it to you. The three of us. The soulmates you've neglected." Casper's eyes were dark, seemed almost a little insane. But his lips quirked, a beat of his gentleness entering his voice. "Trust me, I'm giving you the best orgasm you'll ever have in your life, darling."

"Fuck," she exhaled.

"But, Casper—"Someone started behind her. One of the four that had sinned with her.

"No," he snarled. "This is her punishment."

Hikaru strained, pushed and then she was whimpering around him as he fully seated himself within her. He was so big it was almost enough for her to cum with the stretch of his girth. The way he filled her was almost suffocating. But the fire was back, the spark returning.

His lips were on hers, nipping hard. Her clit grinding against the flat press of his lower belly. The lewd thatch of curls was naughty friction against her nub. He helped her along; his mouth raining kisses down her throat, his body curving to meet hers. A smile stretched across his lips.

But Casper was there to pull her off, to smile and chuckle. "Don't. You don't want me mad."

Amber scoffed. "And you're not already mad?" she wailed, wrapped her arms around Hikaru who was moaning in her hair.

Hikaru seemed to have enough. "Stop fighting, and let me concentrate," he snapped at Casper.

Her now horse hybrid soulmate parted her thighs, pushing her knees up, going deeper. Hikaru hissed, held her as he fucked her so hard, she squealed. She felt herself building up again, her muscles clenching in all the right ways as the sensation grew.

"I'm going to cum so fucking hard," he groaned against her lips. The stretch of her pussy around the monster of his cock must be obscene because the rest had grown quiet as they watched. But he faltered, his pace erratic, his speed wrong. He was searching for his own orgasm, not hers and she tugged at his hips, fingers finding the dips of his ass.

He was desperate as he cradled her, pulling her into his arms. She was momentarily suspended in the air as he fucked up into her. His kisses growing crazed, sloppy as they pressed to hers, tongue entwined momentarily then left as he drove her straight against the wall. His speed was crazed, his muscles rippling, the hard plane of his abdomen straining against her skin. The sloppy sounds of each lubricated stroke were loud and audible.

"Fuck, fuck yes!" He was whimpering, his eyes widened, mouth agape. His thrusts were broken, stuttering in her folds through his orgasm, a moan dripping pretty from his beautiful lips. There were soft little moans escaping his lips, little 'ah,ah,ah's that had her hurtling closer to her climax. The dull glaze of his eyes reflecting the gorgeous glow of the golden hearts on his skin.

She begged. "P-ple—"

But he came too quick. His body, arched cock shoved deep and shaking as he seized into an orgasm that must be crushing his soul because he screamed against her throat. And she was whimpering through her lack, her legs kicking as he slipped out the moment he was done. She was left aching and squeezing around nothing.

She hissed, tears dripping down her cheek. "One more, just one more time—" Just on time, the baby began to cry. "Fucking hell." She laid back down, hands to her face. Her libido falling with each startling cry from her baby through the monitor, robotic and sharp.

"Indeed," MinJae agreed with a sigh, he slammed his head against his hands. "I forget why we don't make Casper mad."

"But—"

"Don't worry love," Casper promised, cock sheathed back into his pants. He eyed the rest with a smile, moving to wash his hands. His arm already on the door of the room ready to hold their baby. "I won't make you wait too long. Good girls get to cum."

*

She didn't get to cum, not for a week.

The air stank of some kind of gas, drifting hot and steaming from the jets that expelled the hot orange. It burnt rotten in her throat, but she squatted in the little cubicle. Her fingers tapping smoothly across her phone.

The voice of her soulmate was thundering through the air, thrumming, abusing their raw vocal fry. Her heart shuddered with the bass. Under her ass was the piss bucket, tipped over and turned into her makeshift seat. They had other chairs, but she would have soaked them through with her arousal.

A swift look at the ears on everyone's heads had the staff's mood souring that day. The stylists that had always been polite, snapped and glared at the family. A bite of stress in their voices. Everyone hated the new development. The hybrid bonds were a cluster fuck of awkward boners, crazed need to fuck and the inability to work properly.

Staff had looked at the seven, and then began packing up to go home.

Her soulmates had assured that the show could go on. There was no need for the fans that had spent days queuing outside to go home, no need for refunds and for staff to give up on all of their hard work. They could work it out. Because they'd established a new system to solve their now perpetual hard on. A solution for their bodies that thrummed—horny and needing hers. A system that she agreed on only because she felt the same way.

It was quite simple, really.

Amber shifted; thighs pressed together. Her body soaking the cushion to her ass, her arousal churning in her belly. Her tail danced. Her phone purred as the babysitter sent an image of Rumiko to which she'd sent an emoji and a quick message.

Her fingers tapped, sending another message to her bestie Miri, who could understand the new soul bond and laugh at her demise. She'd smiled. It was a quiet space with curtains for privacy, a bottle of water for her. There were tissues and hand sanitizers. A pair of headsets, a monitor so that she could watch the show.

A pack of condoms, a bottle of lube.

The curtains pulled. Oliver stood before her, breathless and sweaty. His ears flicking, but God his skin was littered with words. Cum. Cum. Cum. A smile. His mouth opened. And she prodded his escaped tail. He scowled, breathy, angry. The makeup melting on his cheeks. But he was still pretty, still glittering, still so damn fucking gorgeous it took her breath away. His earrings clinked.

"Sunshine," he growled. "I'm really hard." There was anger in his brow, no smiles. Her Oliver was hissing, and panic burned in his features. "The next song is in 5. Can you do it?"

"Yeah?" she bounced on her pillow, and already he was unzipping his pants. His cock springing free. It slapped against cut abs. His expensive clothes was tugged higher, and he pulled the fabric between his teeth, provided the space for an errant wad of semen to spurt free.

His lips quirked, and he moved closer to her. "Suck."

And she complied, wrapped around the purpling mushroom head. Her tongue on the frenulum. The thickness of it was good in her mouth, warm hot and heavy. It filled her throat as she took him in deep then deeper.

"Continue. F-fuck! Keep going."

And she worshipped him with her throat, at the back of her tongue and deep in her mouth. His hips moved, and her mouth did too. Her lips meeting his skin with each thrust, her nose buried in the stubby beginnings of his pubic hair. She stopped him there, humming low so that his cock would twitch in the constraints of her throat.

"You suck cock so good, baby. I'm going to cum." He gasped, moans growing lewd. "Gonna cum deep in your fucking throat. And you're going to take me—urgh!"

Lust dripped from her cunt, spilling onto the cushion. His nostrils flared, his body shuddering, heaving. She concentrated. Her clit pounding hard, swollen and begging for an orgasm. He rolled his pelvis, fucking her face with each snap of his hip. Her thumbs dug against his hips, held him in place as he chased his orgasm. His pre-cum spilling down her throat in squirted messes.

"Oh—Fuck, fuck it's. I'm coming. I—Shit—"

He came hot, sticky and thick. She swallowed it all down, the salty globes of it flooding her throat. He exhaled, pulled his cock back into his pants. Then eyed her, his thumb on her lip. He squatted to her level. his fingers down, and she thought he would do more, his face growing closer. His breath warming her cheek.

"Thank you." He stood then paused at the edge of the curtain. "It's always been my kink."

"What do you mean?" She raised a brow, took a swig from her bottle. "I suck your dick all the time."

His smirk grew. "My soulmate sucking my cock just before a song."

He disappeared. The monitor hissed to life, and her soulmate rose from shadowy depths. The beginning of his set played. Amber smiled. Another soulmate entered, and then another. A pout on their lips. JieMi and MinJae. They bounced.

"Baby, please?"

Goddamn.