Chapter 581: Gonna make you a Daddy (m)
"Caspian, honey, I don’t have any more to give." Edgar was begging, pleading for Cass to give him a break. Cass however, was busy licking his lips, his face flushed and his body pounding with need.
Edgar was exhausted. Cass had really wrung everything out of him. His cum, his sweat and his tears. Edgar wasn’t certain what was the cause outside of the usual when it came to Cass’ heat, but he had one factor he could blame.
Gideon.
Gideon had spurred Cass on by calling him by his real name, and ever since that point Cass had been unrelentless. The worst part? The words coming out of Cass’ mouth.
Edgar wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t love Cass’ attention. He absolutely couldn’t get enough of it, but there was something in Cass’ eyes that made Edgar pause and feel conflicted. Edgar knew that Cass was in heat because of his demonic bloodline. He also knew that the Demon King had made a big ask of him because of his mother’s contract with the Demon King. Which might have led to some of the words that Cass said to him.
They were so confusing, and honestly made Edgar so flustered that he didn’t know what to do with himself. It started when Cass began to cover him in kisses. It was cute, sweet, and Edgar enjoyed each of his soft, caring touches. It tickled, and seeing Cass lavish him with so much attention even as Gideon was milking Cass for all that he was worth.
It was sweet, tender, until Cass kept kissing around his stomach and belly button. At first he wasn’t sure why and thought it was just because his stomach was soft. Easy to the touch. But then Edgar realised there was more intention behind it.
It happened when Edgar was panting, his thighs twitching as he felt his body begin to warm and his cock begin to stir. Just some tender kisses from Cass on his skin and he body was waking up. That, and the cloying, heady scent that came off of Cass’ skin and Edgar knew that he wasn’t able to resist him in the slightest.
Cass pressed an especially tender kiss against the spot just below his belly button, his hands on either side of his stomach. Soft, tender, if they hadn’t been at this for hours that Edgar would have had tears in his eyes. Even in this moment, Edgar hesitated as he caught Cass’ bright, glowing, red gaze.
"This is where I’ll plant it." Cass whispered, his lips plush and devious. They looked lush, delicious, and plump. Edgar knew it was from sucking his dick, Gideon’s dick, any dick Cass could get his hands on. That made it hard to focus on the words Cass was speaking.
"What?" Edgar asked, a little slow on what was going on. Cass pressed another tender, loving kiss against Edgar’s lower stomach.
"This is where I’m going to plant it." Edgar flushed as the words’ meaning washed over him. Was he talking about his dick? Gods, Edgar hoped so. He was aching for something, anything, and his eyes kept sliding to the box he’d placed on the nightstand. Cass hadn’t gotten eager enough to need the box yet, but Edgar was.
However, it wasn’t about him right now. Even if he was begging for something long, hard and throbbing to thrust in and out of him, he had to control himself. Cass was who they were tending to, not Edgar.
"Where you’re going to plant what, Caspian?" Gideon asked softly, his fingers still inside of Cass’ ass, his other hand milking him from behind. Cass’ eyes rolled back into his head, his back arching and the shirt he was complaining about riding up his body.
It was so incredibly hot, and Cass’ waist was so slim and the roundness of his ass thrusting against Gideon’s fingers was so mind-blowingly sexy that Edgar let out a groan of his own.
"My seed." Cass groaned. "I’m going to plant my seed right. Here." He breathed, placing a kiss against Edgar’s stomach like he was accenting his words. "And then I am going to watch Edgar swell with my child." Cass breathed.
Edgar paused, as did Gideon. Was that...even possible? Edgar didn’t think so, and a cold sweat broke down his spine. Did Cass think he could get Edgar pregnant? Wait, Edgar didn’t know enough about his demonic blood to even think it was ridiculous. Edgar stared at Gideon as Cass practically purred, rubbing himself against Edgar’s stomach. He was kissing and touching him so much that it almost made Edgar uncomfortable.
Was it possible? Gideon had the book that had more detailed information about the demons, so there was a chance that he would know more than Edgar did. However, when Edgar looked at Gideon he was also staring at Edgar’s stomach, a little confused and conflicted.
That only made Edgar feel more confused. Was it possible that Cass could get Edgar pregnant? Or was this just Cass’ instincts and sexual preferences melding together and getting confused? Edgar didn’t know, and it was clear from Gideon’s expression that he didn’t either.
Edgar was confused, conflicted, and it felt like cold water had been poured over his shoulders.
Edgar did not want to continue on the Vespertine line. He wanted this damned family to die with him. But...if Cass wanted to have a family with him and that was possible...Edgar felt conflicted. He felt ambushed. He’d never even considered that he could think of this possibility.
Edgar hadn’t looked into fairies or sex demons at all. He had trusted Cass and Gideon, the more studious two of the group to let him know anything that was important or pertinent to him. He trusted them, and maybe that was the right thing to do normally but...this felt too big to just trust them to tell him.
He had thought that fairies worked like the others. A female and a male of the species compatible with them came together and they had sex and made a baby. He knew that for fairies the nursery tree was important in nurturing the fairy child when they were young, he just didn’t fully know how that worked. But what if he was wrong? What if fairies could get men pregnant too and gender and sex didn’t matter?
Cass was already a unique existence, so maybe there was a chance that the normal standards of this world didn’t apply to him. Maybe that was a secret mission he was granted by gods, or hell, even the contract that his mother made in his stead? What if Cass was supposed to repopulate this world with demons who were able to procreate with fairies?
It wasn’t a far-fetched idea, now that Edgar thought of it. It was just tragic that he thought of it in a moment that was supposed to be tender and sweet. Instead, Edgar found it horrifying and...
Edgar slid his hand to Cass’ head, patting the top of it warmly.
"Bunny, you can’t put your seed there yet." Edgar decided that worrying about it right now wouldn’t matter. He had time. They weren’t putting seeds or babies or even dicks in each other for a while, not until Lucy came back. He could panic about it then.
He shuddered at the thought of him being swollen with child. How the hell would he even give birth? No, push it down, Edgar. Now was not the time to be worrying. Cass was more important, and he was tilting his head back and pouting. Gods, he shouldn’t look so adorable after threatening him like that, but he was. So damn cute.
"I can dream about it. You’ll look so good full of my seed. I can already imagine what you are going to look like. You’ll be so cute waddling around." Cass breathed. Edgar tried not to shudder. Gideon, for his part, had turned his face away and his shoulders were shaking. Edgar wanted to punish him, smack him or something, but Cass was his priority.
"I don’t think I’d be a good parent, Caspian." Edgar told him softly. He watched as the man twitched, his expression softening at the sound of his name. He should have been calling him that in private sooner. He melted every time he heard it.
He could just imagine what he could have gotten away with every time he called him by his name. Now he would know exactly what to do if he was ever about to get into trouble.
"Don’t say that. You’ll be the best parent. You’re kind and sweet and beautiful. You’d make the prettiest children around." Cass breathed. "All pretty and blonde with those big, blue eyes." Cass’ eyes fluttered closed for a second as he breathed heavily. "Mm. An army of Edgars. So pretty." Edgar was blushing. He’d never heard Cass speak like this before, and it was very impactful as he heard him say it all.
Well, it was good to know that Cass really, really liked his looks.
"Are you only after me because of my looks?" Edgar teased and Cass pouted again. Gods, he was so damn cute. "Come here, Bunny. I want to kiss your lips. Don’t you want that? We can have Giddy keep fingering you from behind while we kiss. You’d like that, hmm?" Edgar watched as the tender moment shifted and the look in Cass’ eyes grew darker, heavier. He had somehow managed to shift the moment to somewhere safer for Edgar.
Cass was still in heat, so the man was still easily swayed by sex and lust. That worked in Edgar’s favour right now. Cass slid up Edgar’s body like a snake with Gideon following willingly.
"I want that." Cass breathed. He shouldn’t have smelt as good as he did. Fuck, they all should have stank to high heaven, but instead the air was thick with Cass’ smell. It sunk into everything, their pores, the sheets, the curtains and made everything smell so damn good that it made Edgar’s eyes roll back into his head.
Cass slapped his hands down on Edgar’s shoulders, jolting him back into the moment before Cass slid his hands down and around Edgar’s throat and back. His touch lit a fire across Edgar’s skin as Cass bent and pressed teasing, biting kisses all over his neck and shoulders. Damn, the man was so damn tempting. Edgar was honestly surprised that they were able to keep to the rule. Cass hadn’t been trying to push it like he’d done in the past.
He’d been well-behaved, outside of that display earlier.
"Eddie." Cass whispered. Edgar jerked. "Mm, my tasty prince." It was another call that had Edgar blushing. He’d said it a couple of times now and it still made Edgar embarrassed every time he heard it. It was one thing to call Cass Bunny, or sweetheart or anything else endearing. It was another thing to call Edgar prince.
Edgar coughed.
"Bunny, baby, can’t you think of...a better one?" Edgar asked hesitantly and Cass blinked, looking up at him in complete confusion. Damn it, he was too cute. With those big, red eyes that shone like rubies, how could Edgar even suggest such a thing?
It was a good thing that Cass didn’t know how well this look worked on Edgar, or anyone, really, otherwise he would use and abuse it. Edgar wouldn’t even be mad, as long as he was allowed to kiss those beautiful, pouty lips.
"A better one? Um, but, you are a prince? So charming and pretty. Do you not like it?" The slight head tilt is what did him in. Edgar groaned, pulling Cass up so that their lips and tongues could collide in a heated kiss that left them both panting when he pulled away.
"It’s embarrassing." Edgar admitted, stroking his thumb against the tender skin on the side of Cass’ face. Where his sideburns should be forming but instead tiny, soft hairs met his fingers. Cute. Sweet. Delicate. Cass blinked, before a big, pretty smile crossed his lips. He leaned into Edgar’s body, his arms squeezing him a little too tight. He was gaining his strength from all of the cum they’d given him.
"Sweet baby Eddie is embarrassed to be called a prince? Should I call you darling or dear instead? What about darling Prince? My dear Prince? That sounds like a romance novel title." Cass said with a cute little giggle that was an arrow through Edgar’s heart.
Gods damn it all, he’d let him call him whatever he wanted. Especially if it got him this sweet, lovable Cass in return.
