Chained in the Lab

Poker Night Part Four

Zauriel

So Henry was trying to kill him. 

That was the only logical explanation.

Zar was beyond prepared! He was ready. Begging for it, actually. But Henry just kept doing those delicious things with his fingers, and his tongue and Zar was going to lose it if Henry didn't do more, more of that, please...

"Please, Henry, just do something, please..." Zar whined.

"I think he's ready, ma'am," Henry said to Annabeth.

"Hm. Let me see."

Annabeth left her folding chair throne to crouch in front of Zauriel. She tilted his chin up and studied his expression. He tried to make his eyes as pleading as he could.

"We could let him beg a little longer," she mused.

Zauriel whined as Henry did something tortuously wonderful with his tongue and fingers.

Annabeth smirked, and then caught Zar's lips in a deep, sensuous kiss. Zar melted into the sensation.

She pulled away and grinned. "I think he's ready, too," she decided.

"Good. I know I am," Henry declared.

Finally!

Anna stroked her hand through Zar's hair. He hummed at the pleasant sensation and leaned into her touch.

"I thought I'd just watch," she said, "but you two are just too delicious."

"Oh?" Henry asked.

"I think I'll take part. But this lovely underwear is in the way. Henry, be a dear and unfasten my bra?"

Henry nearly tripped over himself and Zar to obey. Not that Zar blamed him. Any excuse to touch Annabeth, especially there, was worth falling on your face a couple of times.

"Do feel free to cop a feel," Annabeth added with a laugh as Henry made an honest effort to remove her bra without touching anything she hadn't explicitly told him he could. Such a gentleman.

Zauriel leaned up on his elbows so he could watch. Annabeth grinned at him.

"Zar, think you can get these off?" She motioned to her panties. Then, with a wink, she added, "Without using your hands, mind you."

Oh, a challenge was it? Zar crawled forward, meeting her eyes the whole time. He loved a challenge. He could use his tail, she hadn't forbidden that... but he thought it'd be much more fun to tease Henry just a bit with that. And he did have his mouth and tongue. That would be much, much more fun.

Zar knelt in front of Annabeth and leaned forward, fluttering quick kisses along her belly. She didn't make a sound at that but he could see her stomach muscles tense and relax. Her control was good but her body gave away her ticklish spots. He used Henry's distraction with her bra straps to flick his tail up and around, teasing in spots Zar knew were sensitive.

"Oh, someone's feeling playful," Annabeth purred as Henry yelped. "Let's put all that energy to good use, shall we?"

She stroked his hair as he leaned down and caught at the hem of her panties. Elastic was a good human invention. Lacings were much, much harder to undo with just tongue and teeth. He could do it, sure, but this was much easier. Much sexier, too. He lapped and nipped at her flesh as he got a good grip, struggling just a little more than he had to to accomplish his task. Oh, he could make fast work of it but where was the fun in that? And if Annabeth caught him at it she might just decide to discipline him...

Between them, Zar and Henry soon had Annabeth naked. She preened for a moment under their gazes and then moved to direct them onto a soft pallet Zar kept for his feeding partners.

"I think... we'll put Zauriel in the middle," Annabeth declared. "He's been so good for us, so patient. He deserves a treat. Don't you agree, Henry?"

Henry nodded. "Yes, ma'am. He's very good."

Annabeth arranged herself on her back and pulled Zar down to straddle her waist. She pointed, and Henry knelt behind him.

"I don't think I need to spell out how this should go, do I?" Annabeth purred.

"No, Misstress Annabeth," Zar said.

"I think I have the idea," Henry added. His hands rested on Zar's shoulders, kneading the muscles gently. Zar purred into the contact. A lover who knew what to do with tense shoulder muscles was a treasure for any winged being.

Annabeth tangled her hands in Zar's hair and dragged him down for a deep, breath-stealing kiss. He melted into her embrace.

"Go on," Annabeth breathed into his ear.

She pressed her hips upward, teasing him with the soft, wet folds of her flesh. She'd pleasured herself watching Henry prepare him, so she was ready for him.

Zar needed no more encouragement than that. He dove into her softness, buried himself deep. She set the pace, meeting his every thrust with her strong core, and his world became a pulsing rhythm of desire.

"Now, Henry," Annabeth gasped.

There was a teasing pressure at Zar's entrance, and then he gasped as he was stretched full. His rhythm with Annabeth stuttered, but only for a moment. He felt himself swell as pleasure rolled through him.

And then Henry began to move in earnest.

And he kept hitting that one, special spot.

Zar lost track of events around then, as his world became nothing but a swirl of desire filling him to satiation. He rolled in Annabeth's warm heat and Henry's soft, protective warmth and lost himself between them. He gave himself over to sensation and screamed his way to completion. Only when he was limp between them did he feel his lovers find their own orgasms, first Henry, and then Annabeth. She'd held off until her men were both satisfied.

Once he could control his limbs, Zar rolled to the side so he wouldn't crush Annabeth. Henry flopped off somewhat less gracefully and chuckled at himself.

Annabeth stroked Zar's horns and brushed his hair out of his face. He purred at her attention.

"That's the face I like to see," she said. "See how content he is?"

"Hmm." Henry hummed and stroked his hand up and down Annabeth's arm. "I think we should tuck him in."

"Good idea," Annabeth agreed.

Zar whined as his lovers left him, only to subside when he was gently wiped clean with a warm, damp cloth and bundled tightly in his softest blankets. Annabeth stroked his hair and he looked up at her with all the adoration in his whole self in his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" she asked gently.

"Good. Full." He sighed. His lovers and friends were generous with their energy, but it was rare he got to feel so very sated.

"Get some rest, love," she suggested. "We'll stay until you're asleep."

"Thank you."

He didn't like to watch his lovers leave.

He vaguely heard them speaking. Annabeth making sure Henry was okay with things and hadn't lost too much energy. Henry, Zar was glad to hear, checked that Annabeth had been well satisfied. He let himself drift off to the sounds of his friends softly growing closer.