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WARNING: THERE WILL BE A CHARACTER DEATH AT THE END OF THIS STORY, BUT THEN IT IS A GRIMM'S FAIRY TALE.
Song choice: Jose Nunez - Bilingual
Handsome and Nettle
Once upon a time there lived a poor woodsman and his two teenagers, Handsome and Nettle. Well their real names were Hansel and Gretel…but because Hansel was so gorgeous, tall, and slim, with a toned body, green eyes that dazzle you and a head of blonde curly hair that hung down to his shoulders *swoon*. The village girls renamed him Handsome, mind you he had no interest in women; He is 17. His sister on the other hand was a nasty piece of work, Gretel, a spinster in the making; was 16,she had long dark hair that hung down her shoulders, she was tiny and only came up to Handsome's chest, and she had a constipated look on her face all the time, she had dark brown eyes and was grumpy morning, noon and night, and stung everybody with her sarcasm, so she was renamed Nettle by everyone. She of course hated that name and it made her even grumpier, if that was at all possible.
HPOV
One day our father came home from work in and told us excitedly that he had found a new mother for us and that they would be married by the end of the week. We first met 'her', when dad carried her over the threshold and then it was hate as first sight. She was tall, willowy and blonde; she was wearing a very frilly oversized pink dress that was completely over the top, in frills and flounce.
"Kids, meet your new mother." She glared at us and then as if she had remembered where she was put on a fake bright smile and spoke with a sickly sweet voice as she turned to our father, Carlisle, and said "Darling, I thought when you talked about your children that you meant that they were little and would need my nurturing, *gag*, but these ones are all grown up." She turned looking lustfully at me, biting her lip as she drank me in from head to toe, it made me feel very uncomfortable, *seriously wouldn't it make you?*
Carlisle, stared at her in shock. "But this is their home where else can they go?" she walked over to him and rubbing her hand up along his face and across his shoulders and she purred at him *what is she, a cat?*. Nettle snorted in anger at them. I just stared at the floor, silently fuming.
"Carlisle dahling, if we are to try having a little family of our own, I just can't imagine your two 'children' being nearby and listening to our pleasure. They simply have to go or I will have to go back home. I simply can't have them here." With crocodile tears running down her cheeks she sat down in a chair nearby with a rustle of her oversized dress and proceeded to bawl loudly.
"I'm sorry Rosalie, darling, but these are my children, borne to me by my first wife. I simply can't turn them out into the streets just because you don't like them. You'll just have to get used to them. We can always build an extension out the back and build ourselves a new bedroom." I sighed a little with relief. Nettle *ya even I call her that unless it's to her face, then obviously I call her Gretel* stomped her foot.
"Daddy, why did you have to marry such a bitch, we were completely happy the way we were?" this elicited a shriek from Rosalie.
"See Carlisle, this is exactly what I'm talking about. I will not stand to be treated this way by this little brat!" *She has room to talk*And she stomped off out of the front door, then shrieked some more when she realised that there was no taxi outside waiting for her and she'd have to walk back to town. Nettle and I exchanged a triumphant look and took off to our bedrooms. We heard our father go after her, trying to calm her down outside and heard her coming inside again whining about how us and her simply could not live in the same house together, that he owed her now since he lied to her.
They argued back and forth for hours, always coming around to the same old line that it's either us or her. I woke in the middle of the night to hear Rosalie say
"I've got it, they can go live with my brother Emmett and his wife, they live not that far from here, that way they are out from under our feet yet still close enough for you to go and visit them." She declared in a voice as if the decision had already been made.
"Fine," I heard my father say in an exhausted voice, he agreed! Any love for him that I had died right there. I decided I'd do something to piss her off so I snuck outside and filled my pockets with stones, we'd be back the following night and drive her potty. Next morning dad informed us quietly that we would be going to live with Rosalie's brother temporarily. I nodded, but in my mind I hid my smirk.
Dad pulled the car around out front, Rosalie whinged and moaned about us having such a small car, it was a Lada, and was very old. As she settled herself in the car with her big flouncy dress, I thought to myself, *who in this day and age wears shit like that?* She left very little room for me and Nettle. So we squeezed ourselves in the back behind my father's seat.
As we drove down the road I dropped little pebbles out the window onto the ground leaving a trail for us to find our way home. Nettle looked at me, a question on her brow. I smirked at her and nodded my head in Rosalie's or the 'bitch' as we now called her, direction. She just shook her head, looking grumpy as always. *God, would it kill her to side with me even once? Or crack a smile? Ya I suppose it would. She was so hateful!*
We arrived at her brother's house some time later. Rosalie let out a shriek when a big muscular man with black hair and blue eyes came out to greet her.
"Sister dear how lovely to see you again. How are you? And who are these people?" he said coming to each of us and hugging us fiercely in turn. By the time he got to me I was shocked to feel his hard bulge pressing against my leg and I pulled out of his embrace in disgust. Looking at him hugging Nettle, I thought at least he'd make her smile, but no, of course not, the cow just stood there with her hands down by her sides rolled in tight fists, looking like he was hurting her. Huh!
"Welcome everybody come in, come in, Alice will be so happy to see you all."
"Emmett, may I speak with you brother dear, I have a favour to ask of you and Alice."
"Of course sister dear, Alice dearest, we have some visitors, its Rosalie's new husband and his family." Alice, a small little dark haired woman came rushing out and ushered us all into the house and fussing and flitting around us until I wished she'd just sit down and shut up. I was feeling so anxious and I just wanted to get the hell out of here.
Nettle and Alice did not click at all and Nettle just sat there sullen looking with a grumpy look on her face. The room felt full all of a sudden as Emmett's big bulky form came into see us all.
"Alice dear, it looks like you are going to get the big family you've always wanted after all, Hansel and Gretel are here to stay. You were saying you needed a new maid and Hansel here is going to help me on the farm." She looked around at him and then back to us and then jumped up squealing and dancing with joy! *Perky much?*
"Oh yes, absolutely yes, she shrieked and grabbed us both into a strange hug that made me feel dizzy." I literally felt my skin crawl. I couldn't get away from her fast enough, and I all but tripped over my own feet to get away, as I bolted out the door.
"Hansel, come back!" I heard Carlisle call after me. I ignored him; he was no longer my father. I ran into the forest nearby, blinded by the tears that were running down my face. I ran until I had no more breath to run and I sat down, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I had no tears left and stared out into the distance at nothing in particular.
I was startled after a while when I realised I wasn't alone and looking up I saw my grumpy sister. Oh just great, just what I needed, the squealer followed me. I stared around us quickly looking to see if she'd brought the others.
"There's no one else there Hansel, I followed your trail and they did not bother to follow me, but I've been ordered to bring you home."
"What trail?"
"The pebbles you left for me to find you."
"I didn't leave one they must have fallen out when I was running."
"I'm not going back there ever. I hate them all." I said feeling like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.
"Well, where else are we going to go?" came her moody reply.
"I dunno I'll find someplace. You don't have to come with me; you can just go live with them."
"Not likely, just to be their maid. Not gonna happen! Well come on so, it's getting dark and I'm hungry." She turned to move away from me. I looked around and saw that she was right, I got up and we walked ahead following the light of the sky. What direction I didn't know.
"Hey isn't that smoke up ahead?" Gretel asked after we had been walking for a while. I looked to where she was pointing and I nodded. We ran towards the smoke and stopped as we were greeted by the strangest house. It appeared to be made out of gingerbread, with stripy candy cane windows sills, gumdrops lined the garden path and red liquorice laces lined the roof. There were lollipops of greens, reds and yellows here and there in the garden, like little trees.
My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that it had not had food since early morning. The closer we got to the cottage the more appetising the gingerbread smelled and I just had to take a little taste, it was too hard to resist. Nettle had picked up a gumdrop from the garden and was tucking into it.
The door opened slowly in front of us and we both gawped at the most gorgeous man who walked out. He blew me away with how good looking he was. Tall, lean, hot body wrapped in a grey baggy shirt that was open at the neck. Grey trousers that tied high on his waist, with double button braces. He was barefoot apart from that. He had beautiful reddish hair that shone in the light from his home, funnily enough made from candy cane too, the light, not his hair! *Duh!*
"Who gave you permission to come and eat from my home?" his beautiful musical voice caressed me like velvet and I felt a rush down to my groin in response, causing me to bite down on my bottom lip. He stared at me hungrily and I gazed back equally hungry, I was lost in his eyes. It was hard to tell the colour in this light. "Who are you?
"I am Hansel and this is my sister Nettle….er Gretel." I said in a stuttered voice. I felt a flush of embarrassment cover my face.
"Dear Hansel and Nettle," said the man, "do not be afraid of me. You are welcome to eat as much of my house as you like. But come inside and I will give you a nicer dinner."
"It's Gretel." She growled. *Seriously, even he couldn't get her to smile?*
"Whatever, come inside" he said again, reaching out his hand to sweep us inside. Inside it looked like a regular kitchen, with a huge oven, and a table and some chairs and a larder cupboard. I could not stop staring at him. He kept looking back at me too. "Are you hungry?" he demanded and again my groin felt a tingle. In fact every time he spoke I felt myself grow harder.
We nodded. "Well, sit down so and I'll give you something to eat." When he said that he stared at me again and licked his bottom lip which made me groan slightly and my pants got so tight I thought my cock would escape and embarrass me so I tried to adjust it. That did not help at all because he stood there watching me, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. His cherry red lips were getting redder as he bit them harder. I finally managed to look away from him.
"Oh um, thanks, yes we are hungry, maybe you could help us, let us sleep the night here as we're homeless and then we'll do some housework for you in exchange?" I looked up towards him again taking note of his body and how tightly his trousers seemed to encase his own bulge and then in shock I realised that it was because of me, the world around us was silent.
In the distance I heard a coughing sound, but realised it was just Nettle clearing her throat…not a pretty sound.
"Hello, you mentioned food. Is it possible to get some as I'm growing old here?" She demanded. He turned on her with a look of disgust on his face, but pulled a smile out of somewhere and said
"Uh, sure in there, there's a larder behind you, you'll find what you need to get a meal together for us."
"What, so, just because I'm the female, I have to make the supper too?" he nodded and she stomped off in a huff. As soon as she walked into the larder he was up to the door behind her and closed it with a slam. "Hey" she roared out, "this isn't a larder, it's a bloody cage. Let me out of here this minute or I'll scream."
"No, because you're such a bitch and you're just so ugly it makes me want to hurl, your face is so pinched it makes it look like you're constipated and you're so grouchy that your voice grates on my ears."
I smirked. Yes, someone finally agrees with me. Her voice would cause you to want to kill yourself.
"How do you put with such a bitch like that?" he asked me.
"With great difficulty!"
"Well, as the maid is unable to cook us dinner from where she is, you'll have to do it. He stared at me as if he wanted to eat me. It made me conscious of him watching my every move and it made me nervous and I kept dropping things and silently cursing to myself. My hands were shaking too as I tried to cut up the meat and add the flour to it. No need of a sieve I thought in my perverse mind.
"What are you doing out here so far away from civilisation?" he asked me suddenly, I turned and caught him licking his lips. This caused me to just stare at his mouth, just watching that tongue sliding around his lips made me feel an ache in my body. It seemed to happen in slow motion and I wondered how it would feel against my own lips. I moaned softly. He heard me and looked at me more intensely. "So, you gonna answer me?"
"Um, yeah, our father recently remarried a bitch and she didn't want us living with them anymore. She wanted us to move in with her brother and his wife, but they gave me the creeps so I just took off running until I could run no more and Nettle followed me." I was feeling very depressed. My life sucked; a lot.
"Oi, what are you doing?" I asked looking up and spluttering through a fog of white stuff. I looked up to see his hand was covered in flour. "Did you just throw flour at me?" He nodded smirking, a wonderful crooked smile. His eyes were full of mischief and something else, lust, but I couldn't be sure.
He dipped his hand into the pot again and threw another handful at me. I looked at him in shock wondering what the hell he was playing at. He stood there smirking and his words came back to me again "I don't like women?" does that mean he likes men? I remembered his hard bulge from earlier on and wondered if he was feeling the same things that I was feeling? Lust? Heat? Horniness? I decided to chance my arm and find out, what's the worst he could do? Throw me in the stove?
I looked around looking for something to throw back at him, feeling a thrill of excitement run through me. I picked up a handful of cinnamon and flung it at him. He grinned more and threw some more flour, eggs, anything he could lay his hands on and we began an all-out food war. The flour jar got turned on its side as I threw yet another handful at him.
There was flour on his cheek and in his hair and all over his clothes. There was flour, eggs, sugar and God only knows what all over my shirt and as the wetness soaked into stomach, feeling icky I stretched up, pulling it off and shivered, but it wasn't cold in here, he made me shiver when I saw the way he was looking at me. His mouth was opened slightly, his eyes were heavy, hooded and the look of lust in his eyes had me gasping. I felt the air being sucked out of the room as he sidled up next to me. Without thinking about it I leaned in and inhaled his scent. He smelled delicious, cinnamon with a pinch of ginger and he made my mouth water. I felt drawn to his lips and touched his gently with mine. A tingle ran through my body causing me and him to gasp.
He, I still didn't know his name, reached up to suck his thumb into his mouth and then gently reached over to me to gently rub the flour off my cheek, leaning his hand in to cup my chin as he did so, his eyes staring intensely into mine and he spoke with a voice smooth like velvet as he said "Hansel, you have beautiful eyes." So do you I thought, green pools with fiery hazel lights in them. The world around me stopped all except for him. Words of poem rushed into my head and I heard myself mumbling the words out loud.
The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
He was staring at me intensely as I spoke, my voice husky, speaking softly in hushed tones.
Because all of that is for me
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something that I ever couldn't re-create
I leaned in again and licked his lips. He growled softly and threading his fingers into my hair. I pulled back and nibbled his chin, down his jaw and in between each kiss or nibble I uttered more of the poem. He groaned as he dragged his fingers through my hair.
He leaned into me pressing his very hard bulge up against mine and ground himself into me grunting as he did so. I grabbed him by his waistband and pulled him to me harder and grunted as the scent of flour and cinnamon attacked my senses further as he snuffled into my neck, nibbling and kissing his ways down my shoulders. I shivered again, with lust. My cock felt like it was going to erupt any minute and he hadn't even touched me there yet. I groaned loudly.
We were interrupted loudly by Nettle screeching at us through the door of the larder "What the hell are ye doing out there, let me out of this stinking hole now. "
I tuned back into reality and cleared my throat. He excused himself gruffly, adjusting himself in his trousers as he walked purposefully towards the cage, one hand dragging through his lusty reddish locks. He grabbed the cage bars and pulled it roughly.
"Bout fucking time you got here, let me out of this stinking hole, it smells, and there's nowhere to lie down or get comfortable, and it's cold. You can't seriously keep me in here, I need to pee. Let me out now."
"SHUT UP NOW YOU FILTHY SWINE!" he bellowed at her. For once Nettle shut up and had the decency to look scared. He dragged the cage after him as he walked into the next room. His muscles on his arms bunched and clenched as he went. I licked my lips, mmmmm, what it would be like to be held in those strong arms. Then I noticed his tight ass and how it too flexed and clenched as he marched along. I shuddered with need at the thoughts of biting that lovely flesh.
"What is your name?" I asked when he came back into the kitchen, with a face looking black as thunder, his brows knitted and he was scowling.
"Edward Masen, now clean up this mess" he ordered, gesturing around to the messy kitchen. I sighed, cursing Nettle for spoiling the moment, and grumbling under my breath, I got to cleaning. Edward left the kitchen.
I was almost done cleaning and I was just polishing the floor when I heard footsteps behind me and a little gasp. I smirked to myself, wiggled my ass more provocatively, put more vigour into my scrubbing, pushing my arms out from my body with the brush and dragging them back up again, sending him a visual thought like what you see baby? Edward cleared his throat loudly.
I stopped polishing when his feet stopped in front of me, his lovely long, lean legs wrapped in trousers. I purposely looked up slowly, hearing his little gasps as I did so. By the time I was kneeling upright my face was facing his quite evidently swollen bulge. I licked my lips and just stared, wanting to reach out and rub it. He moaned and turned away, rubbing himself as he did so. He stormed off into another room and slammed the door.
I was left rubbing my own cock through my trousers as I heard much the same sounds coming from his room.
"Hey Hansel, come here, and help me to get out." I heard Nettle calling me. I went towards the room she had called from and was surprised to see how lushly comfortable it was with wooden walls, a big fireplace, some really comfortable looking couches in an elephant grey colour. There were no pictures of any of his family, or any other things to indicate what kind of life he led. Not even a set of antlers on the wall. "Hello! Brother dear, over here…..she called nasally again."
"Nettle would you ever just shut the fuck up for once in your life. You're always complaining and whinging and giving out about something. Can't you see I don't want you in my life anymore? I'm sick to the back teeth of you. If I never saw you again it would be too soon."
Edward came into the room then, the look on his face was violent, lips pulled back revealing white teeth, eyebrows bunched and eyes glinting dangerously, reaching the gate of the cage he took a huge key out of his pocket and opened the lock, swinging the door back sharply.
"Bout fucking time for you," Nettle said making to leave the cage but Edward shoved her back in again, hard and shoved a scarf into her mouth and tied it good and tight. He then shoved a large bowl at her, I presume in which to pee. It made me smirk. He then locked the cage and pulled a panel across the room effectively blocking out any sounds that Nettle would make and it divided the room into two rooms and padlocked it.
"Now, maybe you'll shut the fuck up, I can't think with you screeching like a banshee, and you go finish cleaning the floors!" he barked at me and then stormed out again leaving me speechless.
I must say that despite all his roughness and barking that it turned me on further, dammit. Nettle screamed in frustration and tried unsuccessfully to jiggle the cage bars. I smirked and headed for the kitchen muttering "I should have done that a long time ago!"
I grabbed the cloths and got down on my hands and knees again and finished up the rest of the floor. I heard a grunt and looked up to find Edward standing watching me and holding a blanket in his hand. I got up and went to him and he thrust it at me, and indicated for me to follow him. He led me down a small hall to a little room that had a small bed in it and nothing else and placed the blanket on there for me and then left.
Next morning I woke with the sun shining in my eyes. I got up slowly, stiff and sore from all the polishing yesterday and stretched as I did so with a loud groan. Edward appeared at the door and stared at me dragging his eyes up from my feet, stopping to rest on my groin and then on up to my eyes. "Good, you're up! I need food now!" he said.
I noticed he hadn't offered me a shirt, so I shucked on my trousers and went barefoot, as he did, and strolled up to the kitchen. The heat in there was intense; he had stoked up the fire in the stove. I looked into the living room to see that the panel was still drawn across the room meaning that Nettle was still in her cage. Great! I wouldn't have to listen to her morning whinging for once. I smirked at the thought of the peace.
I looked at the counter and there were various ingredients for breakfast, eggs, bread and meat so I set to cooking. Next thing I felt something soft hit my face, I smirked but didn't react immediately then I looked up just in time to see more flour coming my way. I ducked at the last second and I felt it hit my neck. Glancing up at Edward I saw that mischievous look again on his face, but feeling slightly shy I put my head down and continued to slice the meat.
I felt Edward walk up behind me as he snuggled his bulge into my ass and wrapped his strong, muscular arms around me and helped me to slice the meat too. Each cut we made on the sausage he rubbed himself against me until I groaned. My own bulge was pressing against the counter in front of me. He nibbled my neck and down my shoulders. Goosebumps rose up causing delicious shivers to run down my body.
He let go of the knife and rubbed his hands instead across my chest, down to my nipples and pulled on them hard causing me to gasp and buck my ass into him. I dropped the knife, I was so horny, but he insisted on me lifting it again and carrying on my job of slicing. I had to pay extra attention so I wouldn't cut myself as he bit roughly across my back and then following it with a lick to take the sting off.
"Tell me more of that poem you were saying earlier," his voice breathed into my ear as he nibbled on my lobe between licking the top of spine and nibbling it.
"Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations
Where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place.
As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft
And all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstasy" I had stopped slicing at this stage, instead gripping onto the side of the counter.
"My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of Tourette's because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name" I said in a breathy voice then
"You fucking me, makes me bilingual."
I grind myself against his bulge. "You fucking me makes me bilingual," I continued in a breathy voice my cock throbbing in his hands. "You fucking me makes me bilingual" putting emphasis on the word fucking.
His hand snaked down my stomach to the waist band of my trousers. I was so stiff I thought there isn't a possible chance that he'll get his hand down my pants but he did and I moaned "mmmmm God, that feels so good," as he stroked my cock up and down under the strained fabric of my underwear. His soft groan was in my ear and went straight to my cock. "Fuck" he uttered. "More!"
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really."
He pulled back from me and I groaned at the loss of him. I looked back at him and he caught my bottom lip in his teeth and sucked on it.
"Oh God, fuck," I uttered as he grabbed my ass and started to grind himself up against me again. I pulled him close and grinded my ass back into him too. The world around me had disappeared all except for him. His groan and growls and moans were now my new breaths.
He pulled the belt from my trousers and bending me over lashed the counter with it. I gasped at the loud crack it made. I felt my eyes were heavy with lust, roll back into my head as he bit down onto my shoulder, moving to slide his hot, wet tongue slowly down my spine. He got to my trousers and yanked them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them.
"More!" he grunted as he squeezed my ass cheeks and ran a finger in between them, teasing my puckered hole. He ran it back and forth causing it to tingle. He knelt down and the next thing I felt his hot wet tongue licking my hole as he penetrated me with it. I groaned long and hard at that and gripped the counter top as hard as I could, my knuckles turning white. I looked back at him to see his unruly, wild hair bobbing at my ass and my cock bounced painfully. I reached down to grab it down by the base, pulling my hand up slowly up to the head and rubbing the precum that had appeared there around it. So sensitive, as I twisted my hand upside down and pulled my cock in a few hard tugs.
"No, stop that!" he smacked my hand away and latched onto it instead. "More!" he growled as he grunted back into my ass again. He spat onto my ass and tried putting a finger into me. I bucked as he entered me with the tip of it and groaned, clenching, it felt painful and so tight but tingly at the same time and I liked it.
I grunted out the rest of the poem, it was hard to talk when his finger was now knuckle deep in my ass and it felt so good.
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me" I said clenching my teeth trying to speak.
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told" I groanedlong and hard then as a second finger was now nicely snug in my ass and it was tapping on my prostrate. I was unable to speak while I rode out the sensation.
"You've moulded me so I'm good to no-one else but you
You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again andAgain
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual" my last wordswere spoken in a stuttered groan.
"Yeah, that's it, take the second finger too! He moaned. "Ya, you like that don't you baby."
I nodded unable to speak; I was so overcome with lust that I started to shake. His third finger slid into my hole, in and out, dragging past my entrance eliciting growls from me. "I need you now Edward, fuck me now please." I begged.
He pulled out his fingers, held his member and slowly penetrated my ass. I clenched and jumped when he first started to stick the tip of his cock into me; it was so much bigger than the fingers. He let me go and reached over to reach into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, poured it out, spreading it on his cock and onto my hole too.
He began to spread me again, rubbing his cock as he took aim and slid into me, slowly at first until he was half way in, then I relaxed completely and my ass did too, I felt so aroused that I thought I was going to explode. On my urgings he slid all the way into my waiting hole. Biting my shoulders again as he and I groaned simultaneously. He pounded into me over and over again one hand on my shoulder and one hand wrapped around my hip, pulling almost all the way out and then swivelling his hips as he drove back in till his sacks were dancing an erotic dance with mine. He kept up this torture, slowly speeding up until I felt my ball sacks harden and get ready to shoot their load.
"Fuck, I'm gonna…Come!" he groaned out all breathless. The sound of his velvety admission was my undoing and we came at the same time and I felt his hot come splashing my insides with hot reams. We groaned and grunted as we spilt our loads. He caught hold of my cock, but it was so sensitive it felt painful and I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath, I hung my head down between my shoulders. My legs were shaking and I was exhausted. He pulled out of me and pulled me around to face him and kissed me lazily, licking my lips and giving me open mouth kisses as he grinned into my mouth. His green eyes looking calm and sated as I'm sure reflected mine too.
"Damn that was so hot." He leaned down and nibbled my neck and then licked it from my shoulder, up my Adam's apple and on up to kiss my mouth. "Mmmmm you taste so good, I think I'm gonna keep you and not eat you."
I smirked; "you already ate me." he smiled up at me and leaned into kiss me again and smacked me on the ass. It stung but in a nice way.
"Finally I got that fucking thing out of my mouth" Nettle piped up. Hansel, I'm so gonna tell daddy what a pussy you are, imagine you being a queer, bet daddy will dump you at Emmett's for good when he hears that. I'd say he's into soft boys like you and would give you a right pumping. Let me go you freaks. You don't know how sick it is listening to you fuck like animals!"
I looked worriedly at Edward and he looked at me and we both smiled suddenly as the same idea popped into our minds at the same time.
"Let's roast the bitch!" we said in unison. Edward opened the cage ignoring her shrieks, grabbed Nettle by the hair, dragged her over to the stove and shoved her in. "There now that's the end of that grumpy bitch!" he remarked with his dirty smirk grinning at me.
I pulled him to me and kissed him gently and said "Come on lover, let's go fuck happily ever after!" he smirked at me and nodded, biting his lip. I know that look…..so I called out playfully "I bags on top! He spanked my ass playfully and we kissed slowly as we backed into his bedroom and shut the door.
THE END