Devourer of Men: A Captain Hook, Crocodile, and Wendy Darling Reimagining
Chapter 27

I’ve had plenty of threesomes. Several foursomes. Some fivesomes.

But this is different.

Everything about this is different.

I like watching them.

I’m usually the one starring in the show.

I’m hardly ever the audience.

And yet I can’t tear my eyes away from them. From the way Wendy’s mouth drops open, forming an O, her adorable little gasps of ecstasy making her squeak.

The way the Captain holds on to her tightly, spoiling her with his attention, thrusting into her like her pussy is made of stars and magic.

My stomach rolls, cock twitching.

I give them a few more minutes alone, give myself a few more minutes to gorge myself on the sight of them, and then I’m grabbing the bottle of lube, prepping my cock again.

I want to join their pleasure and drench myself in it.

I stroke my cock from base to head until it’s rock hard and soaked.

I get in behind the Captain and as soon as he senses the heat of my cock, he slows his thrusting, widening his stance to give me his ass.

I’m so eager to stretch him open again, pre-cum is already beading at the tip. The Captain and I weren’t able to finish. Not before Wendy Darling burst into my room.

Perfect fucking timing. Because now I get to watch her come while the Captain comes, while his ass tightens around me and I fill him up.

Over his shoulder, Wendy meets my eyes.

There is a warning there.

Do not hurt him.

The Captain pushes his hips forward, fucking Wendy with a hard thrust. And when he rocks back, pulling out of her, I sink in.

He huffs out a startled breath and collapses into Wendy. She readjusts, one arm around his neck, her other hand on my shoulder, bracing herself.

The Captain’s hole takes half of me and his tight ass is fucking nirvana.

Why did I ever hate him? It makes no sense now. I could have been fucking him this entire time. I could have made him mine.

Wendy’s eyes slip closed. The Captain pumps into her, every one of his movements a back-and-forth dance. Fuck Wendy, rock back, fuck me.

“Oh my god,” Wendy breathes out. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

I push two of my fingers into the Captain’s mouth and he takes me eagerly, swirling his tongue around me.

When I pop them back out again, I sink the wetness to Wendy’s clit.

She moans, long and loudly, her fingers tightening on my bare shoulder.

“I’m close,” she warns.

“Me too,” the Captain says.

“I want to hear you both come,” I order them. “Let me feel your pleasure.”

The Captain’s pace picks up and Wendy’s body knocks against the wall with every one of his thrusts and every time he pulls out of her, he takes me closer and closer to my own edge.

I swirl my two fingers around Wendy’s clit and her body tightens up, her breathing shallower.

“Oh fuck. Oh…fuck,” she says and then she’s shouting through the orgasm, her body writhing against the wall.

The muscle in the Captain’s shoulders dimples as his own body tenses up, giving and taking.

He grunts into her and I match his pace, replaceing the rhythm I want.

And when he spills inside of her, his breathing heavy and stilted, there is nothing in the world that could stop me from joining him.

I’m so fucking ready to fill him up.

One hand wrapped around his throat, the other on his hip, I drive into his tight, wet ass and spill a load so fucking big, it’ll be dripping out of him for days.

The Captain trembles beneath me, goosebumps popping along his shoulders despite the sweat coating his skin.

Wendy’s eyes slip closed as she loses herself to the aftershocks of her pleasure.

And I bear witness to them both, to their ecstasy, their pleasure.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so fucking beautiful.