The Beauty's Hidden Beast

YaYa's POV
A reward was sometimes worth the crime, and the way I always owed up to mine probably influenced the boys' decision to pull that stunt.
I was not going to talk them into changing their ways. I took them in because they were exactly that, not because I thought they could become something more or something less.
I didn't consider having a scar or being an outlaw a flaw in a person. It had to be more than that. It was not a matter of whether their actions were bad or good either. It was a matter of whether or not their actions bothered me in the first place. They did, but not enough for me to retaliate.
We knew we would clash. Life toughened our skin, and we were not easy to bruise, so when the blows came, they were not that painful.
When you were used to the dark, your vision would adapt. If anything else, the darkness would make your skin less sensitive. You would learn to endure the worst. I didn't know how to unlearn that. How to reprogram myself into not doing the very thing that had saved me.
The least I could do was give them the freedom to be whoever they wanted to be. If they mess up, I'd take the blame for it. If they succeed, I'd be their number one fan.
That's how I decided to do it.
That's how I decided to love them.
Would my love change them for the worse or the better? I didn't know, but I was willing to see it through. Pain, pleasure, and everything in between.
I knew that Vick's opinion was different. He didn't want them to stay the way they were. He wanted them to be better because he was aware that their potential was not ordinary. His words always aimed to inspire them.
He had the ability to make them better, but I didn't. We were both very different in the way we handled things. So, when he said we didn't try to bring him back, I knew what he was referring to.
My fingers traced his chest up behind his neck and pulled him for a hug, "What's wrong, baby?" I asked softly, feeling his arms tightening around me, "Are you upset with me? Is it because I'm not taking care of you the way you want me to? Tell me, what's bothering you, hm?"
He didn't say anything and just kept breathing down my neck. I cared too little about what others thought of me. That was why I always ended up in these situations.
It was not that I didn't care, but the way I cared was so distorted that it would make any other person cry.
I supported him while he leaned into me and decided to move to a more secluded place, where he could feel more comfortable and not worry about being exposed.
I activated my machetes and teleported us to my place in the human world. It was an intricate cave system ─ hard to navigate without knowing the way; great for playing hide-and-seek.
I sat with him in a corner of the cave, leaning against the wall and holding him in my arms. There was little to no light here. Just the sound of our breaths.
He played with my fingers, wrapping them in his, then pulling them apart again. I kissed his temple and felt that vein that always popped when he was mad. My lips traced along its path and kissed it away. He didn't say a word and only responded with a nuzzle of his nose against the side of my neck.
"Is there something else you want me to kiss, baby?" I asked, my voice gentle. "You can tell me. I'll kiss it better for you. Tell me where."
He kept playing with my fingers, his silence a sign of him not trusting himself to say something he wouldn't regret.
I took his hand and brought it to my lips, "Here?" I asked and kissed the tip of each of his fingers, "How about here?" I said, then traced his arm and kissed his shoulder, "Or here?"
He didn't protest, so I did it again. The palm of his hand. The pulse on his wrist. The tip of his elbow.
"Is it your back that is aching?" I asked again, stroking his back. "It's okay. We can be as comfortable as we like." My hands massaged his shoulders, his waist, and his lower back.
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*WARNING* Mature scene +18 (START)
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I continued to stroke his back and didn't do anything more than that. That's until he led my hands lower, and I realized what he wanted me to do.
Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I licked my fingers before sliding them between his cheeks, feeling their smooth firmness with the pads of my fingertips.
I squeezed his ass, and his whole body jerked. I didn't move my hands away and just kept massaging his cheeks.
"What an honor," I whispered. To let me be the first to touch him this intimately. I was going to treasure it. I pressed a kiss against the side of his neck and kept kissing down his chest, licking his nipples, "Do you know how happy this makes me, baby?"
The tip of his nose traced my throat, "I'll have my turn later," he said and shifted closer, lifting himself a little to allow me access. "Right now, this is all yours."
I removed my clothes and used them as a makeshift cushion, letting him sit on them. It was better that way, and his face looked even more handsome than usual. I was sure I was the only person who would have the privilege to see him like this.
I teleported away and returned with my favorite toy in tow. I left the tentacle side for later and pressed the smooth round side in between my legs, moving it in and out of me until it was drenched in my juices.
Vick was leaning against his elbows. His legs spread open, and his back arched slightly, revealing everything he had to offer.
It was not a sight to behold. It was a memory I would cherish for the rest of my life.
I licked my lips and lowered myself to the floor, kneeling before him. This needed some proper worshiping.
The tip of my nose brushed against the skin right below his belly button, and I heard him suck in a deep breath. His eyes widened, and his breath caught when the tip of my nose traced the length of his dick up and down. I don't suck dicks, but his deserved special treatment.
The precum was already trickling down his head, and I heard him sigh as if relieved. Like he was finally able to enjoy himself.
My tongue swept the droplet, and his whole body shuddered. I licked it again, and his head fell back. His lips parted, and a soft groan escaped him.
My tongue followed, tracing his balls and stopping at his puckering hole, "Is this where it aches, baby?" I asked and kissed him there.
His fingers gripped my hair and pulled me back toward his dick, "It's aching everywhere, Precious. All over. Take care of me."
His tone was slightly commanding, and it made me shake my head in amusement, "You can't boss me around when you're naked, baby," I said, pushing my finger past the ring of muscle, "This is not your domain. It's mine. I'm in charge. And I say, I'll take care of you. You just focus on relaxing. Okay?"
"..." He didn't say anything, but his body language changed from tense to relaxed. He was letting go of his inhibitions and trusting me to make him feel good.
I pushed his legs further apart and began licking and fingering him in a scissoring motion. It didn't take long before his cock started leaking again.
"Open wide for me," I whispered, switching the side of my toy in between my legs into the tentacle side. His hole was already twitching and gaping from all the stretching, so I had no trouble pushing the smooth round toy inside him, inch by inch.
He gasped, and his jaw fell slack. "Fuck," Vick hissed as I watched the toy sink deeper and deeper.
"Patience," I said, kissing him with a chuckle, "We'll get to that part soon."
His gaze was fixed on the spot between our legs, where the toy connected the two of us together.
I held the base of the toy and started thrusting it together with my hips, pulling it in and out of him and feeling it brushing against me. I kept pushing, twisting, and pulling. A strangled gasp escaped me as his cock grew harder with every thrust.
He reached his hand down, stroking himself while I fucked him with the toy. It was driving him wild. The veins on his cock bulged, and the head grew swollen and flushed.
My pussy grew wetter, and a string of juices dripped from the base of the tentacle, making a pool on the ground.
He eased up enough to hold me in an embrace. I pushed his legs further apart, and he wrapped them around me.
We kissed and moved in a rhythm that was a mix of slow and steady, fast and rough. His legs kept getting in the way, so I made him hold them in place with his hands, giving me more room to thrust deeper inside him.
I didn't stop until his body fell back against the ground with a thud, and I fell on top of him.
"I love you, baby," I whispered, and he let out a deep languid breath, his body shuddering, and his lips parting, his mouth falling open.
It didn't take long before my whole body convulsed. My muscles contracted, and my toes curled. I felt my orgasm building up, and then, suddenly, it came crashing down.
A soft whimper escaped me, and my hips kept thrusting, prolonging the sweet torture.
I collapsed on top of him and closed my eyes, letting the pleasure wash over me.
His palms rested against my ass, pulling the toy out of my pussy. I was still on a high and couldn't form a single sentence. My tongue was heavy and useless.
He rubbed my ass and pressed the toy against my hole. And before I knew it, my pussy had a new visitor while my ass was being stretched by the other.
We fucked in a lazy and relaxed manner, taking in the fullness that was spreading inside us. We kept fucking and kissing until we couldn't breathe anymore.
I lost count of the number of times he came, but he came lots and lots, in every position possible. His cum had no sperms, only fluids. His cock didn't go limp for a second, not even when he orgasmed. He was insatiable, and so was I.
We took turns and had a taste of every inch of each other's body. At one moment, he was in me, and I was in him. I had no idea where I ended, and he began. We were just one big mess of body parts, tangled limbs, and wetness.
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*WARNING* Mature scene +18 (END)
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I stared at the guy with a dimpled grin on his face. Vick was glowing. There was no other way to describe him. He looked healthy, refreshed─sore but content.
"Let's collect our boys," he said and hoisted me up in his arms, returning to the dock.
The boys had already gathered at the terrace that was connected to the bedroom, waiting for us. Seeing them alright was relieving, but also awkward. I overheard Karrak's conversation with Romeo, and planned to check upon them. Vick's minions were no joke.
Vick gave the phone in Romeo's hand a suspicious glance. There was only one person, who would challenge his authority this brazenly.
The boys ran to us to apologize, but when they realized what had occurred, the look in their eyes said they should have made Vick suffer a little bit more. (They had a strong backing now, so the fear Vick's wrath evoked was no longer present.)
I held the cloth against my chest, covering myself while I got out of Vick's arms, "Now, we are even. The score is set," I said, recollecting what I was doing with Vick while they were freaking out in the foreign environment, "We all messed up, I guess."
Their faces scrunched, their lips wobbling as if holding back from crying. They hesitated at first but came closer. They ignored the dirt and liquids sticking to my naked body, hugging me immediately.
"Mm, we were all wrong," Curtis said. He would have snatched me away if it weren't for the thought of having to fight a war for his territory.
Sharing me was the best compromise anyone could have come up with at the moment.
I was being squeezed from all sides. Muir held onto my right hand, Curtis my left. Mitchell had his arms wrapped around my waist, his head pressed against my back. Gold was hugging me from the front.
"I'm glad it's over," Gold said.
"Yes. Yes. Me too," Skaris agreed, trying to squeeze himself between them, but there was no room, so he settled for jumping around to get in my view.
"I thought I would never see you," Bart said. He was the weakest among the bunch and could only follow at the side. He looked like a child on his first day of school, waiting for his mom to pick him up.
Romeo took it upon himself to give the weaker ones a chance to hold me. He unglued Gold and Curtis and let Skaris and Bart take their place. He then pulled everyone into a group hug, including Vick, "Will we always make up this easily?"
"We will, always," Vick responded with a sweet smile, taking the phone from Romeo's hand, "I'm going to borrow this for a moment," he said, then flew away.
Vick's condition after the heart transplant made me half absent most of the time; the boys took their stress on Vick, and Vick took it out on them. Everyone had something to blame, something to vent.
Nobody slacked off, we were doing our best, but the truth was, it was hard. We only managed to make it through with the nice moments we shared in between.
It was not me, who pulled us through, it was all of them.
If it were any other female, the story would have been the same.
I was not the special one.
They were.
They had the guts, the tenacity, the strength, the endurance, and the patience, to stay together, despite their differences, their problems, their flaws.
It was me, who had to learn from them.
I think I made some progress, at least, I felt that I was catching up.
It made them greedy for more. It forced me to press on the brakes because it would get too dangerous. The times when they used to be happy from just being in the same room, were long gone. The level had risen, they grew bolder, and their desires, deeper.
"Now, let's clean you up, Darling. You smell funny," Mitchell said and picked me up in his arms, "Like someone has been fucking you all night long."
"And you stink of desperation," I countered as he went for a sudden attack, his stinger paralyzing whoever it stung. "Did you miss me that much?" I asked while he made a run for the bathroom with me in his arms.
Mitchell rolled his eyes before closing them and taking a deep breath, "Like crazy," he mumbled under his breath.
Skaris and Bart tackled him down while trying to resist the hallucinations.
"That was a low blow, Papa Mitche. Should we visit your father and remind you, how not to behave? Hmm?" Skaris threatened.
Muir pulled Mitchell away by his feet, his face serious, "I'll fly you there."
Mitchell's eyes popped out as he tried to crawl away from Muir, "Not without Darling," he roared and reached his arms to me.
Curtis bit Mitchell back and injected his poison into him. Nodding in satisfaction, he held my shoulders, leading me toward the tub, ignoring the commotion behind.
"Yali..." The lightbulb was mumbling my name, his lips curved into a soft smile, his hands cupping the air. It seemed like this cutie was the least immune to the scorpion's toxin.
"Mitchell's father?" Romeo asked curiously while helping the hallucinating Gold enter the hot spring.
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This chapter was full of YY's inner thoughts, wasn't it? 🫣
The smutty scene probably wasn't to your taste. Its main point was to show the dynamics between Vick and Yaya. He is not a sub. He doesn't like to be dominated, but he gives her the reins because he loves her that much. 🥺 She treats him back in the same manner. Doing things she would normally hate. 😊
There's an obvious gap between Vick and the boys, but the way they work around it is very important. I don't know if it would be fair for Vick if she felt the same way towards them. What do you think?
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