Tales of the Mumbai Coven – Chapter 6

Mumbai, Present Day

As the twitching ebbed away, I grinned at Stefan. “You okay?”

He had a puzzled look on his face. “I’m still hard.”

“I know that.” And I did. I was still sitting on his cock.

“And…” Stefan looked over his shoulder at Daniel. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Daniel eased his arm from around Stefan’s neck and pecked him on the cheek. “What for?”

“I’m not gay,” Stefan said. “Really, I’m not. I just couldn’t help…I just didn’t think…” He stopped for a moment and shook his head. “Your erection is poking into my back. And really, I…”

Daniel arched an eyebrow at me and licked his lips flamboyantly. He was still kneeling behind Stefan, easing his shorts off his lean hips. “My turn?”

“By all means.” I climbed off Stefan and settled at bottom of the bed.

“But…” Stefan reached for me as I moved. “Don’t…leave…”

Daniel slid one hand around Stefan’s chest, long fingers surrounded one of the boy’s pale pink nipples and tugged. His mouth went to Stefan’s neck, kissing the tender white skin, letting his teeth, his tongue skim along the line of it.

“Marta! Don’t leave me. Don’t…” Even as the garbled words left his mouth, Stefan’s eyes were already half closed with pleasure. “Don’t…oh….”

“Sh-h. I’m not going anywhere,” I said, leaning back against the ironwork at the foot of the bed. I felt a rush of lust as I watched the boy fight the sensations.

Stefan’s ivory cock, still glistening with my wetness and his own seed, disappeared into Daniel’s big fist. As it moved, the boy groaned deep in his throat. His eyes were closed again, lips parted, head thrown back.

“Okay,” he panted. “Okay, but just…just don’t fuck me.”

“Not until you beg me, ” Daniel murmured and turned Stefan’s head to kiss him again.

Stefan’s body arched and strained under Daniel’s attentions. After a number of long, hard strokes, Daniel’s hand, sticky with the boy’s precum, reached down encaging Stefan’s balls, letting the tips of his fingers move the tight sacs beneath the soft skin. “Stroke yourself, but slowly,” he coaxed. And when Stefan complied, he purred. “Mm-m… good boy.”

I watched in a lust-blur of admiration. Daniel knew bodies like no one I’d ever known before, men’s and women’s both. He knew exactly were to touch, and when. And he knew exactly what to say to make you do things you never thought you would. Watching him make love was like watching a piece of art in motion.

Daniel slid his hand between the boy’s legs, but instead of telling him to stop, Stefan moved to his knees, sitting on his heels, thighs splayed, and let Daniel probe the taut tendon between his balls and his ass. His masturbation intensified.

“Slowly, little virgin.” Daniel covered the boy’s hand with his own to slow Stefan back down. The fingers of his other hand kneaded and stroked, probing further and further.

Daniel glanced over at me, but I already knew what he wanted and was grabbing it off the bedside table. I knelt in front of Stefan and opened the little glass bottle, pouring a trickle of it into Daniel’s outstretched hand. The scent was of roses. No matter how many times I smelled the scent, it always brought back strange nostalgic feelings of something that lay in the distant past.

“Why don’t you do the honours with our boy here,” said Daniel, sliding his slicked hand back between Stefan’s legs. “He’s a tad impatient.”

I poured a little on my own hands, closed the vial, and put it aside. Half-opening his eyes, Stefan stared at me. There was a lovely, lost, desperate look in them. Sweet, eager, fearful, like a child on a rollercoaster.

“Let go, Stefan,” I whispered, easing his frantic hand away and replacing it with my own, now as slippery as Daniel’s.

His first moan was of grateful relief as I began to slide my hand up and down his shaft. The second was sharper, deeper, and I knew that Daniel had eased a finger inside him. His lids flew open. “Oh, my god!”

I caressed his cheek. “No one’s ever done that before?”

He shook his head, but despite his alarm at the sensation, I could feel his cock twitch.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” I purred, delivering long, slow, tight strokes. “Just relax, don’t fight it.” I kissed him softly.

“But…but… I can feel his hard on…against my back…and…Oh!”

I surmised the little squeak was a second finger going in. “And doesn’t his cock feel nice?”

Stefan shuddered and his eyes darted away from mine. “Yes… no…. I… I don’t know. I’m not…” he moaned again.

“Doesn’t it feel wonderful and hard, stroking against your skin?” I interrupted, tilting my head to catch his eyes. I kissed him again, my thumb toying with the head of his cock. “Doesn’t it make you want him inside you?”

Daniel had his fingers buried deep in Stefan’s ass. The boy’s body undulated as Daniel opened him, and he nodded, eyes closed again, craning his neck for another kiss. I sucked softly on his lower lip.

“Yes,” he whimpered, “I do.” It was a sob.

It was such a charming, vulnerable admission. It broke my heart and made my cunt throb at the same time. I felt around blindly for the rose oil vial and handed it to Daniel. I held Stefan’s gaze, but my words were for Daniel. “I think we’ve had a change of heart.”

Daniel took the vial, and used some, making slick sounds, coating his cock with the oil. He pressed himself against Stefan’s back, stroking, teasing, and whispered against his ear. “Tell me you want it.”

The boy’s body was shuddering. The rippling, reedy pulse in my fist told me he was near an orgasm, so I released my grasp. Still his hips moved, rocking as Daniel fucked him with his fingers.

“I…I can’t,” he stuttered.

I bent forward, kissing Stefan’s jaw and then his neck, my face close to Daniel’s. I slid out my tongue and licked Daniel’s lips. “Yes you can. You can say it. Say, ‘I want your cock, Daniel.'”

Daniel licked his lips and grinned. “I think you want it more, Marta.”

I felt Stefan rest his forehead on my shoulder and whimper with frustration. His impossibly hard cock was sliding against my stomach.

“I do. But I’m patient,” I replied, brushing my cheek against the side of Stefan’s face, but my gaze held Daniel’s.

A pitiful sound wrenched itself from Stefan’s throat. “I want it. I do!”

“Is that enough?” I asked.

“No. He knows what he has to say.”

“Fuck! Okay!” Stefan blurted out, more in anger than anything else, and turned his face to Daniel. “I want your cock.”

Daniel smiled. “That will do nicely.”

This, I thought, is how first-rate diplomats feel. A warm welling up of satisfaction coursed through me as I moved back to my place at the foot of the bed. Once the admission was made, however, it seemed that Stefan had no second thoughts. He raised his arms, taking Daniel’s head in his hands, and kissed him deeply. Only then did I realize how different they were in size. Daniel was taller and broader. He enfolded the boy in his arms, relishing the kiss and the feel of Stefan’s torso as he skimmed his hands down to the boy’s crotch, teasing him.

Looking into the boy’s eyes, he said, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Daniel tugged a pair of pillows in front of Stefan. The boy’s skin was just a few shades darker than the white linen as Daniel gently bent him over them so his buttocks were raised, knees apart.

As Daniel leaned over him, stroking his flank, trailing his lips along his back, Stefan looked up at me. Instead of making him crane his neck, I snuggled down onto my side, and held his gaze. Stefan gave a soft, short gasp, and his eyelids fluttered as Daniel entered him with extreme gentleness. He moved slowly, shallowly, easing himself into the boy’s body by inches. He caressed his back, his sides.

I knew it was hard for Daniel to be so gentle. The pleasure of burying his cock in Stefan’s ass showed clearly on his face, but the tension of holding back and not plunging into him was there as well. As he felt Stefan tense, he stopped and kissed the boy’s neck, whispering, calming him, telling him to relax. Only when he felt Stefan relent did he push in deeper, and deeper, until he’d sheathed himself fully in the boy’s heat.

Stefan had made almost no noise. But his breathing was fast, and his splayed hands clutched at the sheets. Then, as Daniel held himself inside him, unmoving, Stefan gave a hoarse moan.

I knew that sound; I’d made it myself. There was something about being penetrated by Daniel that leveled each and every one of us. It joined us all in a dark, helpless pleasure: Katerina, Ben, me, those who had gone before us and those who might come after. The only one he wouldn’t take was Latika. It didn’t seem to matter how old she really was, he couldn’t see past her child’s body, no matter how much she raged at him about it.

“Hold your cock, Stefan,” murmured Daniel.

The boy moaned again and obeyed, squirming his hand between his body and the pillows.

Then Daniel began to fuck him, holding his weight off the boy with one arm. His body was snakelike, as if each bone in his spine moved separately, in a slow wave. I bit my own lip and plunged my hands between my legs as I watched, tasting blood and feeling a hot surge of passion.

Stefan arched his back, shallowly at first, and then, panting, drove himself back against Daniel’s hips. It wasn’t fast or frantic, more like creatures slowly reaching, reaching and stretching to grasp something just beyond reaching.

I came against the palm I’d pressed between my legs before either of them. Gasping, twitching with aftershocks, I heard Stefan cry out in a stuttered, fractured groan. Daniel lowered himself onto Stefan’s back and thrust one last time, holding himself deep inside the boy’s ass, muscles shuddering, lust erupting into Stefan.

For a long while we all lay very still, catching our breath. Then, with something approaching a whine of desperation, Stefan said, “I’m still hard. So are you.”

“It’ll get better towards dawn.” Daniel eased himself out of Stefan with care, and rolled onto his side.

The boy propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me very seriously. “This doesn’t mean that I’m…”

I stopped him before he said it. “That word just doesn’t mean anything to us. It’s stuff that daylighters worry about. It has no meaning here.”

Stefan shrugged and nodded. “We could both fuck Marta.”

Rolling onto his stomach, copying Stefan’s almost adolescent pose, Daniel smiled at me. “We could.”