"Caspian, honey, I don't have any more to give." Edgar was begging, pleading for Cass to give him a break. Cass however, was busy licking his lips, his face flushed and his body pounding with need.
Edgar was exhausted. Cass had really wrung everything out of him. His cum, his sweat and his tears. Edgar wasn't certain what was the cause outside of the usual when it came to Cass' heat, but he had one factor he could blame.
Gideon.
Gideon had spurred Cass on by calling him by his real name, and ever since that point Cass had been unrelentless. The worst part? The words coming out of Cass' mouth.
