[Vampire & Minotaur] Eva & Boss

"It's not cleaning."

Boss's voice cuts through the haze of your mind, low and amused. The teasing lilt of his words, followed by Eva's breathless laugh, makes your stomach flutter. The sweet and utterly wrecked sound is muffled by her thighs bracketing you like a vice. Her soft, pale skin presses tighter around your head as she shifts atop the wooden bar.

"It is," she insists, rich with mischief. Her fingers slide to the back of your head, long nails dragging over your scalp. It sends jolts down your spine. The sensation bites in a way that makes your hands clutch her flesh harder, desperate to keep her in place.

And fuck, she is not wrong, by the way.

You should be cleaning up the mess from the night, wiping off the tables, collecting glasses, and mopping the floor, but instead, you are bent over, face buried in the vampire's soaked cunt. You are feasting on her like a starved thing, mouth slick with her desire and the mingled, musky tang of everyone she fucked tonight. She tastes like sex. Like lust. Like sweat and heat. You drag your tongue up the drenched seam of her slit, pausing to circle her clit until she shudders above you, breath catching in her throat, and when you dip back down, sliding into her dripping, clenching hole, she lets out a sharp gasp, rocking her hips forward and grinding against your face. She is using you, taking what she wants, and you lap up everything she gives, moaning and trembling in her hold.

"I didn't mean cleaning you," Boss rumbles, voice thick but lacking any irritation. You can feel him getting closer. Each heavy step of his hooves sends a faint tremor through the floor, rattling right up your knees and making your stomach coil in anticipation.

You glance up at Eva through your lashes just in time to catch her shrug. She meets your gaze with a wicked smirk, fangs catching the low light of the pub. "Are you complaining?"

There is a pause before Boss's massive hands find their way to your hips. His palms are broad and warm as they grip you tightly. His fingers dig into your flesh just for a second before he shoves your skirt up around your waist, bunching the already-wrinkled fabric even higher. It's a crumpled, useless mess now, soaked at the hem, reeking of sweat, sex, and spilled drinks.

"If you girls don't finish soon, I will." But he doesn't sound impatient. Far from it. Instead, his hands roam over your ass. His thick fingers spread you open to get a proper look, and a low, pleased grunt escapes him as he watches your cunt glisten, juices smeared down your thighs. His thumb drags through your folds, smearing your slick across your skin even more.

"Messy little thing," the minotaur mutters.

The light stroke of his fingers makes your whole body twitch. Your hips jerk at the contact, and Eva laughs, tightening her hold on you.

"She's sensitive," Eva purrs with mock sympathy as she presses herself harder against your mouth. Her folds are flushed and slick, practically dripping for you, and she makes sure you feel every twitch of her cunt on your tongue. "She had a busy night too."

"Yeah," Boss grunts behind you while one of his fingers presses in just enough to make your breath stutter and your back arch. He is testing you, teasing you while his other hand spreads you wider to admire the view. "I saw it."

Of course he did.

You are the new girl. A new toy to show off, to pass around and play with, and no one lets you forget it. You have spent more time sprawled across the sticky tables and bouncing on laps than you did serving drinks. Your throat is raw from moaning and sucking, thighs trembling from being held open for hours. They have eaten you out with fangs and tusks grazing your sensitive skin, fucked you with claws gripping your hips, filled you to the brim, and left you dripping. Your uniform is long since ruined; ripped and stained. It clings to your overworked body in damp patches and torn seams. Even now, every inch of you aches, muscles twitching from the endless, relentless use.

And yet, still, your body responds.

You whimper around Eva's swollen cunt, tongue still flicking, still lapping at the taste of her arousal mixed with the lingering traces of others. Her pussy is soaked. The heat of her need practically burns against your face as you drink her down like it's the only thing you were made for. You nose her clit and drag your tongue up over her pussy as her hips roll with a satisfied hum.

Behind you, Boss keeps playing. His finger pushes deeper now. The slow stretch makes you tremble as he circles inside you with practiced ease. He knows you are sore, fucked-out and used, and it only makes him more deliberate. He wants to feel all of it; the tremble in your thighs, the flutter of your hole, the way your body clenches around even the smallest push.

"If your pussy can make me cum in under five minutes," Boss offers, "you can stay home tomorrow. Gods know, you need it."

Eva gasp. It's half a breathy moan and half outrage while her thighs tense around your head. "What about me?" Her hips still rock against your mouth, her need overriding her offense.

You can't see the minotaur's face, but you can hear the eye-roll in his voice. "You too."

It's so fucking casual, like he is not knuckle-deep in your pussy, like Eva's not grinding herself raw on your tongue. Like you both aren't wrecked and used and barely upright after an entire night of being passed around by horny monsters. Though the promise of a day at home sounds amazing right now, and you don't know, maybe it's the reward or it's just your partners, but your body clenches around the minotaur's fingers, and your tongue works harder on the woman still spread out in front of you.

"Shit," Eva groans.

"That's a good girl," Boss praises, his words only broken by the loud smack on your ass. The sting blooms across your flesh with a fresh jolt of heat causing you to gasp into Eva's cunt.

Impatience coils in your belly like a taut bowstring. Your nails dig hard into Eva's thighs, leaving small marks behind. Your hips rock back and forth, desperate, needy, begging without words. You are soaked, flooded. Your body is long past ready. Every one of your nerves is raw, every breath is ragged, but you still keep moving, driven by sheer fucking hunger, but even through them, you can feel the exhaustion settling over your muscles.

"It's okay," your boss says like he knows you are on the edge. You are on the edge of your energy and another orgasm too.

His fingers slip free from your needy hole, and you shiver at the sudden emptiness, but only for a second because the blunt head of his cock quickly replaces them, hot and heavy and thick. He slides between your folds, dragging along your slit to coat himself in your mess. He groans at the wetness, at how fucking ready you are, before lining himself up against your entrance. You clench on reflex, your body already trying to take him in before he even pushes.

And then-

He does.

His cock stretches you open with a slow thrust, and your soaked walls grip him like a vice.

His groan rumbles from deep in his chest. "Fuck," he pants. "How the hell are you still this tight?"

You want to answer, to say something witty, but as you try to lift your head, Eva lets out a sharp sound of protest and fists a hand in your hair. "Don't make her talk," she snaps, dragging your mouth back to her dripping cunt. "She's busy."

You don't argue.

You bury your face between her thighs again, licking and sucking greedily as she rides your tongue. Her slick is everywhere, on your cheeks, your chin, your lips. You are a fucking disaster; face-wrecked, cunt-stretched, and stuffed full of cock.

Boss starts to move. His hands grip your hips as he begins to pound into you, his thick cock filling you again and again with brutal, delicious thrusts. Your knees buckle. Your moans are muffled by Eva's pussy as the minotaur fucks you like he owns you. The only thing keeping you upright is him; his strength, his grip, the way he holds you steady even as he bounces you on his cock. Your thighs burn. Every thrust drives the air from your lungs, every smack of his hips against your ass rattles your bones. Your cunt spasms around him, stretched to the limit while he moans above you, low and raw.

"You've got three more minutes," the minotaur grunts, then groans when you clench down around him.

Damn, you really want to stay home tomorrow. You need it.

Your whole body is on fire. Your cunt aches and pulses around him, overstretched and slick, so used and yet so desperate to take more. Your face is slick with Eva's arousal, her scent flooding your nose, her thighs trembling around your head as she gets closer, chasing her own climax right along with the minotaur's.

You are caught between them, and there is no room to think, no space to breathe, just the countdown in your head, three... two minutes to earn that day off, two minutes to make him cum. So you moan and suck and shudder and beg with your body, doing everything you can to drag him over the edge.

You push back harder, grinding your ass against Boss's hips, milking his cock with every desperate roll. Your pussy is a soaked mess, gripping him so tight it's a miracle he hasn't spilled already, but his breath is ragged, and you know he is close.

So close.

Eva's thighs tremble around your head, her slick dripping down your chin, smearing across your lips as she gasps. "Right there- fuck, right there, don't stop-"

You can't stop. You are not sure you could if you wanted to. You are feral with it now, lost in the haze of heat and sweat and desperation. Your tongue works her over like a woman possessed, licking and sucking like your life depends on it.

Until she breaks.

Eva cries out, hips jerking wildly, her fingers yanking your hair as her orgasm rips through her. Her thighs squeeze around your face, trapping you there, soaking you in her cum as her pussy spasms, slick gushing over your tongue. You moan into her, the vibration making her curse and twitch and laugh through it, like it's too much and still not enough.

And that's what tips the male behind you.

Boss groans. The sound is deep, guttural, and fucking primal as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulses, thick and twitching, and then you feel it; the flood of his cum spilling into your already-used cunt, heat pooling deep as he fills you. His grip on your hips tightens to the point of bruising as he grinds into you, holding you in place while he empties himself inside.

"Fuck, fuck- that's it," he growls.

It hits you hard. Without warning. Without mercy. Your cunt clamps down around his cock, sucking him in tighter as your own release crashes over you like a wave. You moan into Eva's soaked pussy, your whole body convulsing as your vision whites out.

For a few seconds, it's just breathing. Groaning. Shaky laughs, wet sounds, and the overwhelming smell of sex.

Eva slumps back against the bar, finally letting your head go, and the absence of her thighs around your ears feels almost unnatural. You have to catch yourself, both hands gripping the edge of the sticky wooden bar to stop yourself from collapsing face-first onto the floor. Your legs are trembling so bad it feels like you are still being fucked. The echoes of every thrust still reverberate through your bones.

"Well," Eva sighs, breath still uneven but smug as hell, "looks like she earned that day off."

Behind you, Boss lets out a rough, satisfied chuckle. His cock is still buried in your twitching cunt. You feel the last of his cum leak down your thighs, resting there for just a beat longer like he doesn't want to pull out yet. "Damn right she did," he says. "So tight, so fucking good... And you don't have to come in tomorrow either."

A pause. Then, with a smirk in his voice, he adds: "I mean today."

Eva grins, fangs glinting in the low light. "Well, you are the boss."

Another laugh rumbles out of the minotaur before he finally pulls out of you. The slow withdrawal makes you whimper and shudder while he tucks himself back into his pants, only to surprise you by sliding those big hands back around your waist. He is gentler now like you are something precious instead of just fucked-out and wrecked.

He lets you rest against his broad chest, then shifts to lift you off the ground. Your head falls against his shoulder with a low, spent moan. You feel like jelly. A very satisfied, very wrecked jelly.

"Just clean up, will you?" Boss says to Eva. "I'll take her home."

"Got it, Boss," Eva chirps as she hops down from the bar, landing gracefully on her feet like she hadn't just ridden your face to oblivion, but before she starts to clean, truly clean, she gives you a wink over her shoulder. "Goodnight, Y/N. If you get bored tomorrow, my husband and I are free."

You let out a low, wordless groan because there is no way in hell you could handle that after tonight. You are exhausted, boneless, filled to the brim and leaking. Your face smells like Eva, your thighs ache, and your pussy still throbs with every move.

But hey, you don't have to come in tomorrow.