Finn Noel: A Bloodwood Academy Novella

by Rae Foxx

  “I’ve never felt you so tight, honeybee,” he whispered as he pushed himself all the way in, his fingertips like waves against my already swelling ecstasy.

  Finn didn’t fuck me. He didn’t move. He sheathed himself inside of me as I came, back-arching, expletives swearing, cunt tightening against his cock. I was so tight that he gasped. His soft fingertips turning into little points of pressure as he gripped me, as I gripped him.

  “Holy Mistletoe!” I screamed as the orgasm shook every part of me, the waves attempting to subside as they always did.

  Although this time they were trapped, trapped under the vibrator that no one moved. Trapped under the cock that began fucking me.

  Finn fucked his way into my tight opening, the frayed nerves feeling like raw electricity as he gripped my hips, moving in and out.

  “Fae Gods!” Finn grunted, his pace slowing as he moved closer to his own climax. “So tight!”

  He gave one last thrust, hot lines of cum flooding through my abdomen as he twitched and pulsed, his hands tight over my hips.

  “Merry Christmas, Ivy,” Finn whispered, leaning forward to kiss my sternum before he slid out of me.

  I looked up, all of them standing between my legs at the foot of the bed, all of them unsheathed and stroking themselves as they stared at my throbbing need, at Finn’s cum as it dripped out of me.

  But still, no one removed the vibrator. No one moved to untie me.

  “Come for us, Ivy,” Tommy whispered, stepping forward to plant soft kisses against my knees, against the inside of my legs. Howl joined him as they touched each inch of my already aroused and fiery skin.

  Each touch was more intense than I had ever felt before. Instead of just swirls of heat and want in my belly, my skin prickled with desire. My spine throbbed with it.

  “Come for me, my rose,” Saxon whispered, moving himself between my legs, stroking his cock in preparation.

  “Oh god,” I half sobbed as I arched against the touch, tilting my neck so that my head fell back against the hard pillow, my nose tapping against Finn’s cock that was just inches from me.

  “Clean me, honeybee.” It wasn’t a question. I opened my mouth, letting him press his cock that was covered with the bitter-sweet of my juices and the candy tang of his smother my tongue. I licked him as he pushed himself against my throat, as Saxon pressed his cockhead into my opening, his icy fingers circling my ass.

  And through it all, that massive snake-like vibrator never stopped.

  “Shit,” I said through Finn’s cock as my back arched, as that flood of emotion worked its way up high and closer and closer to climax.

  Again.

  I couldn’t stop it.

  It was coming.

  I was coming.

  “Yes, my rose, come for me. Bring my cock into you and swallow it whole.” His icy fingers ran over the bump in my throat caused by Finn’s cock. That was all it took to push me over the edge and into oblivion.

  I screamed against Finn’s cock, which caused him to come again and the guy pulled out of my throat to squirt hot cum over my tongue, my lips, my cheeks. I opened wide, taking in as much of it as I could as Saxon pushed his way into me as everything tightened again.

  The vampire soaked inside of me as I came, as he shook and moaned just from the pressure of my orgasm.

  “This cunt,” he sighed through his own pleasure, his cold touch trailing over the inside of my thighs and making the orgasm peak again.

  My lower lips gripped him harder and he gasped, cock shaking inside of me as he chuckled.

  “Yes, my rose, your cunt likes this too.” Then, he began to fuck me, moving against my tightness. With Saxon, however, it was more like making love.

  He thrust his way in and out of me slowly, moaning with each pulse as the tightness of my orgasmic pussy cradled him. He came just as fast as Finn did, cum pulsing through me as he moaned and gripped my hips.

  I had a feeling I was going to be pockmarked with bruises there when we were done.

  “Amazing,” Saxon half-groaned as he slid out of me and the vibrator was thankfully removed.

  I gasped in pleasure, fighting against the binds in expectation of release.

  But no one made any move to untie them.

  “Precious, Ivy,” Tommy whispered, leaning over me, still rattling vibrator in his hand. “I would like to unwrap you. But I still want to give you a gift. I want to make you feel really, really good.” He tiptoed his finger over the sensitive skin on my breasts and added in a few more reallys with each step. I shook and sighed and sagged against the bed when all touch ceased, and for a second I could just bask in the never-ending shocks of desire that covered every inch of me.

  “Will you let me do that?” Tommy continued after a minute. “Will you let Howl do that? We want to wish you a merry Christmas too.”

  I was a ball of emotions, of need, of want, of arousal, of pleasure, of quivering flesh. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, there was so much sensation. But seeing Howl and Tommy stand together, vibrating snake in hand, Saxon’s cock dripping cum on my already cum soaked face in hope, I knew I could take so much more.

  I wanted to take so much more.

  “Fuck me.” Was it a plea, an expletive? Who the fuck cared? All four boys were smiling, Finn having returned with a bottle of lube that he promptly squirted all over my clit.

  I shivered as the icy fluid landed against the hot and assaulted flesh, the jelly pooling before sliding between my pussy lips and coating the swollen hungry flesh that was already throbbing in fear and expectation of what was about to happen.

  “Clean me, my rose,” Saxon begged, wagging his cock above my lips and I opened my mouth, just as the vibrator was replaced on my clit.

  Saxon pushed his way right to my throat, waves of pleasure moving over me from the top and bottom like two rocks thrown in a pool that were colliding and crashing against me.

  I lapped at Saxon’s spicy cum, the coppery flavor mixing with my own as it filled my mouth, and Tommy pushed his demonic cock into my already swollen opening with such force that he rammed Saxon’s cock all the way down my throat.

  Tommy wasn’t waiting for me to come, he was fucking me now, the two pulsing in and out in rhythm as the vibrator pressed into my clit, held there by Finn who watched me be fucked with a hungry desire in his eyes.

  Saxon moaned and came, pulling out to cover my already cum soaked cheeks. Finn licked his lips.

  “Grip me, baby,” Tommy said, smacking my boob and then the side of my ass that he could reach. “Come all over my cock. Be my whore. Like you always are.”

  Only Tommy could talk to me like that and it be a turn on. A hidden twisted desire rose up and I shifted, legs fighting against the ribbons that held me as I tilted my pussy toward him and he pounded me harder.

  Again.

  Again.

  Finn held the vibrator firm as the demon rammed me, and I came.

  This time, with no cock in my throat, I screamed and bucked, and all of their hands wrapped over my skin as Tommy gripped my hips and shoved himself in, filling me with his cum as I came alongside him.

  “That’s my girl,” he muttered through clenched teeth as his cock twitched and flooded me again. “Good girl.”

  He smacked my ass again, flicked my clit, and stepped back, leaving me writhing as the orgasm continued to wrack my body.

  “Fuck her, Howl,” Tommy grumbled from somewhere around me, I couldn’t tell where, with the waves of tight erotic pleasure that was slowly becoming all that I was.

  All that I wanted to be.

  “She’s so tight,” Saxon added, his cold hands on my thighs as I felt Howl’s massive cock press against the tight swollen hole of my pussy. “Fill her.”

  I moaned and opened my eyes, Howl was between my legs, Saxon behind him as he kissed Howl’s neck and pushed him closer. Tommy and Finn gripped my legs as I continued to fight and writhe against my orgasm.

  As Howl nuzzled his massive width ins
ide of me.

  “She’s so tight,” Howl smiled, his hands covering my already bruised hips as though he needed the leverage. “I don’t think I’ll fit.”

  “Mmmm.” I don’t know what it was about hearing that from him, but I was automatically spreading my legs wider, tilting for him as I arched and shifted to give him space.

  “Make it fit.”

  All of them smiled at my demand, each of my mates moaning and sighing before they all gripped me, pulling me towards the Howl’s wide member, as Saxon pushed him closer.

  “Oh fuck!” Howl gasped; his eyes wide. “Never. This cunt. Your pussy.”

  He wasn’t making any cohesive sense. But it didn’t matter. I knew what he was saying, knew what he was feeling. Because as he spread his way into my tightness, I was panting too.

  “Fuck!” I gasped, arching my back as I tried to fight against all of the ribbons, fight against the pressure, against the vibrator that was bringing me closer and closer to one last good fuck.

  “So close, keep going,” Saxon coaxed as my hips continued to spread, and just as I screamed in pleasure, in pain, in want. He bottomed out.

  And I squirted over everything.

  Chapter 4

  “Now you’ve had me. What do you really want for Christmas?” I gasped, wiggling against the bed and curling against Tommy, head still in Howl’s lap as Finn spooned me.

  “I bet you can guess,” Saxon whispered, his touch just the chill I needed as he removed the silk wraps from my ankles.

  His touch was so soft as he unbound me, and I almost said new handcuffs. But I knew he already had enough of those, even if they were all on the trees. The answer was easy.

  “Books. Books. Oh, and books?”

  “Precisely.” He kissed my ankle, his fangs pricking my skin before he moved over to the walls of drawers to put the ties away.

  “Howl?” I asked, curling up to him and kissing his thigh.

  “I don’t know,” he whispered, his fingers running through my hair, my eyes fluttered closed in relaxation. “When I was a kid, I asked for one of those remote-control race cars for my birthday. Instead, I got a machete and when I didn’t want to use it, my dad bent it in half and tossed it into the creek.”

  “Damn.” The more I heard about that guy he just didn’t get any better.

  “Machetes are wicked. You suck for not wanting that,” Tommy’s chest shook as he laughed, throwing his hand up for a high-five that no one returned. “You all suck. Tell you what, for Christmas, I’ll take Howl’s machete.”

  “Finn?” I asked, reaching my hand back to him, which he took, but didn’t say anything. “Finn?”

  He jumped a little. I’d obviously broken him out of whatever Noel spell he was tied up in. “Oh, um, I don’t even know. This all…” He sat up, staring over the length of my body, to the guys, to the tree. “This seems like enough.”

  Gods above, this man. And here I thought loved Christmas more than anyone in the world.

  I would have been overjoyed, expect that this was all he had of Christmas.

  A sex tree and sex with my mates.

  I knew I was a sex goddess, and he was sighing just as contentedly as I was. This was nothing like what Christmas really was.

  I was going to make it my mission to show him what Christmas was, and I might have to have a talk with his jolly old faker of a cousin while I was at it.

  Chapter 5

  My legs were jelly from being tied up while I had been fucked through most of the night.

  Walking around the bathroom the next morning while I tried to get ready for school was taking work. I was way too close to declaring defeat. Screw school, I needed a day of Netflix and Chill, but you know, the way old people think you Netflix and Chill.

  I practically fell into the shower, or rather fell into Finn's arms in the shower, the guy was all sudsy and slippery, I hadn’t even noticed he was in there. his stiffening erection poking me in the belly.

  “If you fuck my pussy one more time it might dry up and fall out,” I mumbled, wrapping my hand around his cock and pushing it down.

  “Point taken,” Finn chuckled, kissing my jawline and lifting me up to hold me in the stream of water. “Except for one thing, there are other places to make love to you. Other places to explore.”

  God, there was something beautiful about Finn’s nasty pillow talk. It never came out often, but when it did, with that low seductive tone. I was putty in his hands. My already shaking body was in a full-on shiver.

  Finn kissed me on the back of my neck as his hands roamed over my body, spreading suds over every inch of my flesh.

  “Are you trying to get me wet?” I mumbled, leaning against him and lifting my chest, giving him access to my breasts and my desperate, perked nipples.

  “Well, aren’t you already?” He asked, those soapy hands running over my breasts, down my abdomen, over my hips…

  The touch was silk against flesh, everything already so hot that the liquid gold of the Fae’s hands twisted me into putty. Moaning, I arched my back more, his hands gripping my breasts, pulling at my nipples as his erection began to lift and prod between my legs.

  “Now I am.”

  “Good, maybe I’ll fuck you in the pussy after all.”

  “Fuck Finn, you trying to make me drip?” I half-panted as the door to the bathroom clattered open and two more sets of feet filtered in.

  I froze, expecting our little foreplay festival to come to a screeching halt. But Finn just pulled on my nipples harder, his chin against my shoulder as he whispered in my ear.

  “Don’t make a sound. I’m going to fuck you, honeybee, and I don’t want them to know.”

  Panicked exhilaration rippled through me as Finn’s hands moved from my breasts, and down my arms pulling my hands away from the ridges on the wall right beside us, to the handles on the wall opposite the massive shower head.

  Water fell down my back as he bent me forward, leaving my hands on the handles as he spread my legs, his cock sliding between my thighs as he placed me exactly where he wanted me. Steam filled the shower, muffling Saxon and Howl on the other side of the curtain as Finn pulled at my nipples again, his cock sliding over my clit.

  “Not a word,” he warned and pulled and pinched on the tiny buds of sensitive flesh. I winced but bit my tongue, basking in the waves of fear and erotic need that were making me so wet that the fear of my dry over fucked pussy falling out was long gone.

  I wanted to be fucked. Oh god, I wanted him to fuck me.

  “I’m telling you; trees aren’t supposed to have dildos on them,” Saxon bemoaned from the bathroom as Finn gripped my hips with one hand, guiding his cock over my clit, up and down my slit with the other.

  I tensed, arching my back to keep the moans in as his cock slid into my pussy, his hand leaving his cock to swirl over my clit with the perfect pressure.

  Oh fuck.

  Oh fuck.

  He wasn’t even inside of me yet and it was nearly impossible to keep my desperate panting breaths under control. Or moan.

  I released one of the handles and smothered my mouth, but Finn leaned forward and batted it away with a soft slap.

  Okay, point taken.

  “Well it sure came in handy last night,” one of them said, I couldn’t even tell with how much I was focusing. Fuck, I didn’t even care.

  I gripped the handles as Finn pressed himself into me, devastatingly slow inch by devastatingly slow inch. His finger moved against my clit, while his thumb pressed against my ass, spreading the desperate opening as he bottomed out in my cunt, giving one last pulse to burrow himself in.

  “Nnn,” the sound escaped and he slapped my clit in punishment. I inhaled in shock just as Finn swore, the conversation on the other side of the curtain falling silent.

  “You okay in there, Finn?” Howl asked, laughing about something that I had missed.

  “Slipping on the damn soap,” Finn said, sounding as casual and normal as he did every day.

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nbsp; Never mind that he was fucking me, pushing himself in and out as his finger fucked my ass and slapped my clit in another warning.

  The two laughed, and Finn’s pulse sped up, his hands moving from ass and clit to drag over my skin and grip my breasts as he shoved his way in. His balls slapped against me as his cock burrowed deep, the guy grunting in my ear as I desperately tried to keep every sound locked away.

  God this was impossible. I needed to scream, to moan. To grab him and kiss him and beg him to fuck me.

  “You’re so tight,” Finn whispered as Tommy busted his way into the bathroom with a boisterous ‘good morning, fuckers!’ “Are you nervous? Be quiet honeybee.”

  And he was fucking me again, leaving me to cling to the handles as he pumped in and out, my feet slipping on the tile and he gripped my hips and lifted me, giving him easier access.

  Access to fuck me.

  Hard.

  I bit my tongue to stop the scream as he rammed into my pussy, his fingers working my clit as his cock began to swell and he came closer and closer to release.

  God! Fuck! He wasn’t the only one.

  I was coming. I moaned as I did, the sound soft and barely audible against the water as I came.

  God, I needed to scream.

  “Fuck your cunt is tight,” Finn moaned as he slapped my clit in punishment for the noise and fucked me so hard my already shaking legs vibrated.

  “Hey!” Tommy snapped open the shower curtain with a bark that sent both of us jumping. Me into Finn, and Finn into the wall as we faced the invader.

  Well, invaders.

  All three of them stood there, smiling as they appraised us, all of their eyes lingering on my soapy nipples, on the way Finn pumped in and out of me. On my body as it arched in ecstasy.

  Damn. Speaking of wet. Could they all not look at me like that for one second?

  It really didn’t help that Finn still held me against him, our soapy bodies pressed together as he came, hot cum filling me.

  Chapter 6

  “Well, well. And here I was thinking I had fucked you well enough last night. Don’t you two go and have all the fun without us,” Tommy continued, moving to strip off his shirt before Saxon stopped him.