Chapter 6: "I want both."

Faye's POV

I watched Lucian looking like this and let out a long sigh without moving. He took the initiative to lift my foot and rest it on his shoulder, leaving me momentarily stunned.

"Lucian, what exactly are you trying to do?"

I frowned with displeasure.

For another woman, he was willing to go this far.

Was he trying to please me?

He must be, since he'd never done anything like this for me before.

Lucian's eyes became seductive, and he let out a muffled grunt. He pressed his face against the sole of my foot, his crimson pupils growing even wetter. A comfortable purring sound emerged from his throat, and even the white tail behind him began to wag happily.

He looked excited, but I couldn't muster any interest. I withdrew my foot and turned the chair to get back to work.

But Lucian clung tightly to the chair. His eyes held a determined look: "Faye, I understand you. I know your body better than that bitch does. Let me serve you now, all right?"

"Lucian, I don't need this." I didn't want to talk to him anymore. I knew if we kept going, I wouldn't be able to hold back my tears.

No one could watch the man they once loved beg on their behalf for another woman without feeling heartbroken.

Lucian still keenly sensed my emotions. He crawled closer to me, pressing his face against my thigh, his white tail coiling around my calf as he used his fangs to gently bite the soft flesh of my inner thigh.

"Look at me, Faye," he said, pressing closer and turning my face toward him, forcing me to meet his gaze. His voice carried a hint of awkwardness: "You know my personality. I just like making excuses, but I'm not doing this for anyone else. I just want to make you happy."

I took a deep breath helplessly. I knew Lucian was trying to coax me, but why couldn't he have come earlier?

I pushed him away.

"Enough, Lucian. Please leave now. I don't want to see you."

But Lucian started licking the inside of my thigh on his own, gently biting that soft flesh, mumbling: "Now, let me make you feel good and happy, okay?"

His actions made me wet, and I almost instantly lost the strength to push him away. I could only let him tease me step by step.

Just as his tongue parted my underwear and was about to probe into my vagina, the door was violently slammed open.

Thor stormed in with anger, bearing burn marks from silver items on his body, blood still dripping from his palm.

Thor's chest heaved slightly. He looked furious, his brows furrowed, fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth.

I glanced at Thor, then looked down at Lucian.

A flash of guilt crossed Lucian's eyes, quickly replaced by resentment.

"Fuck, of course he had to escape right now..." Lucian cursed under his breath.

"You lying dog! How dare you trick me and lock me in a cage."

Thor's golden beast ears stood erect. In three quick strides, he rushed to Lucian's side—so fast that neither Lucian nor I could react.

By the time I came to my senses, Lucian was already being dragged backward by Thor's hand around his throat.

Caught off guard, Lucian was completely overpowered and held in Thor's grip.

"Thor!"

I called out sharply.

Thor's fist hung one centimeter in front of Lucian's face. Hearing my voice, he lowered it.

Instead, he tossed Lucian aside and turned to look at me, narrowing his eyes with a wicked smile. His tone carried irritation: "Master, would you mind if someone watched while we had sex?"

I didn't understand at first.

"What do you mean?"

Thor didn't answer me. Instead, he scooped me up with one hand, gently placing me on the bed. His movements were swift as he leaned down, stripped off my underwear, and without any foreplay, unhesitatingly licked my labia.

The room filled with the wet sounds from me and Lucian's angry growls intertwined together.

"Filthy thing! Faye is mine!"

Lucian instantly bared his teeth. His beast ears stood up, and the fur on his tail bristled.

Thor acted as if he couldn't hear anything. I was lost in confusion, and when I looked down at Thor, he was provocatively raising an eyebrow at Lucian while his tongue moved even faster.

"Ah~"

Thor's forceful actions made me feel incredibly good. I couldn't help but grab his ears, letting out moans after moans.

Beast ears are particularly sensitive. Under normal circumstances, I avoid touching them, knowing that most beasts strongly dislike having their ears and tails touched.

But his tongue stirring my flesh made me itch unbearably, and I couldn't hold back for a moment.

Feeling my touch, Thor's ears trembled slightly.

He didn't stop. Instead, he worked even harder, thrusting his tongue deeper.

I could feel his slightly rough tongue tip licking my clitoris.

Again and again.

This sensation of barely reaching, yet not quite penetrating, made me feel incredibly empty.

I could feel sounds continuously escaping from my throat. I knew this wasn't enough for me.

So I grabbed Thor's ears tightly, panting as I commanded: "Hurry up and put it in!"

"Faye!"

Lucian roared, wanting to come forward, but I stopped him.

"Don't come over! Either shut up or get out!"

I panted, making Lucian stand in place. My voice shook so much it carried no authority.

Then I grabbed Thor's arm, begging him: "Hurry, don't make me wait."

Thor's eyes looked provocatively at Lucian, while his hand pulled out his thick penis and positioned it firmly against my labia.

Thor didn't hold back. He thrust to my deepest point in one go. The moment my cervix was satisfied, my desire nearly reached its peak.

I felt my vagina contracting violently, and fluid gushed out from below as if there were no tomorrow.

"Look at that—why is Master flowing so much? Master feels so good being fucked by me, right?"

Thor smiled wickedly at me, his waist thrusting faster and faster.

"Faye..."

Lucian watched this scene. His voice, which had been full of resentment, now became incredibly humble, even breaking down slightly.

Each time Lucian called out, it was like pulling me back from the peak of desire, but I simply couldn't control myself. I arched my back uncontrollably, responding to Thor.

Each time, Thor rewarded me with an even more intense thrust.

He moved faster and faster, his throat continuously releasing pleasured gasps.

Finally, after I reached my climax, Thor pulled his penis out and came on my stomach.

But he still didn't think it was enough. He flipped me over, facing Lucian, and continued to thrust hard from behind.

My eyes were hazy, and I could only vaguely see despair spreading across Lucian's face.

Looking into Lucian's eyes, I felt somewhat ashamed and lowered my head.

But Thor didn't give me a chance to escape. He leaned over me, lifting my chin with one hand, his lips pressed against my ear:

"Master, don't look down. Use your expression to tell this mongrel how good I make you feel."

I no longer had the strength to resist him. Only the moans continuously escaping my throat responded that I indeed felt very good.

But Thor still felt it wasn't enough: "Tell me, tell this mongrel, do you feel good?"

I didn't speak, instead biting down on my teeth.

But when Thor didn't hear my response, he stopped moving inside me.

My hips couldn't help but search for his penis, twisting, wanting him to continue.

Thor wasn't satisfied and continued coaxing: "Tell me, do you feel good?"

I finally spoke hoarsely: "So good, keep moving."

Thor laughed and asked again: "Do I make you feel good? Or does this mongrel make you feel good?"

I twisted my hips and answered without hesitation: "You feel good, you're better than Lucian."

Satisfied with the answer, Thor thrust hard into me once more.

His actions pushed me to climax. I moaned continuously.

But Lucian was completely enraged.

At that moment, Thor came again.

I weakly fell forward, but instead of the expected pain from hitting the ground, I fell into Lucian's embrace.

Lucian caught me, his eyes blood-red, filled with unwillingness.

He asked through gritted teeth: "He's better than me?"

I was panting too hard to speak.

So Lucian bit down hard on my breast. The slight pain instead excited my body again.

Lucian's tongue skillfully played with my nipple.

He mumbled around my breast: "How could such a low-class beast deserve to serve you? Obviously I'm more suitable for you than he is."

I lay like this with my face on Lucian, my rear still facing Thor.

Lucian wanted to pull me completely into his arms, but Thor grabbed my waist first.

From behind, he started licking me again.

Thor said provocatively: "I'll prove to Master that I can make Master climax better than you."

How shameful—their movements grew heavier and heavier, neither yielding to the other.

I mumbled for them to stop: "Don't do this..."

But my body couldn't lie. The wet sounds grew louder, and my body trembled even more violently.

Lucian held my waist, his voice carrying laughter: "Master, who feels better?"

"I don't know..." I bit my lower lip, but pleasured sounds still squeezed through my teeth.

Yet I held Lucian's head tighter and tighter, and my hips swayed along with Thor's tongue movements.

After I climaxed again, they both stood in front of me at the same time.

In unison, they asked me: "Who do you choose?"

Two thick, throbbing penises stood before me. With longing eyes and trembling hands, I grasped one in each hand.

"I want both."