Tiefling Boyfriend: Othello 2 (complete)

You’ve been with Othello for a while now, working as his guard while sharing his bed. You’ve rarely stayed in one place for long, so this stability is nice, although it seems Othello has been enjoying it more than you. He’s a flirt and charmer, but you’ve been the first long-term relationship he’s had, and the domesticity is growing on him.

“Darling, can you hand me the rose oil?” He says this so easily, calling you pet names which would have been acid on his tongue before.

You place the small bottle into his hand. “Yes, dear.”

“Oh don’t call me that,” he scoffs. He tilts his chin up to silently ask for a kiss, which you also deliver. 

“I take it I’m manning the front today?” 

Othello gives you a wicked grin. “I figured I would give you a break, considering you handled the back all night.”

You return his smirk. “I knew that was coming.”

“So was I.”

You smile, loving him regardless. You go towards the front of the shop, and already you see someone wandering about outside. You unlock the door, opening and looking down at the loiterer. But they cringe and take a step back, keeping a gloved hand around their throat so their cowl doesn’t open. You look them up and down before turning back into the shop. The lurker hangs around outside for a while, and you assume they want to come in, but first they want you to forget you caught them outside.

After some time, they creep in, and you watch them as they look at the shelves. The person reaches up, grabbing a bottle and tucking it into their coat. You furrow your brow, watching them more closely as they continue to act like they are interested in the wares, but they continue to move ever so slightly towards the door. You take an empty box as if you’re going to stock the shelves, and the would-be thief moves away from the door, keeping their back to you. As you set the box down they try to leave.

“Couldn’t find anything?” you ask.

They blanch as their hand hovers over the doorknob. “No. Thank you.” They try to open the door, but the lock has already been triggered. It’s a safety measure you had worked into the house; as simple flick of a switch behind the counter, and the door locks.

The thief struggles, unwilling to give up. As you approach they try to run, but they trip over their own coat and hit the floor.

You grab their arm but as they struggle, the limb falls off like the tail of a lizard. You hold the prosthetic while the thief heads towards the back. Unfortunately for them, Othello has chosen that moment to step out.

“What’s going on?” Othello claps his hand down on the thief’s shoulder. “Darling, what on earth did you do?”

You hold up the arm. “Dearest, I swear, I only touched them.”

“Let me go!” The little thief struggles, and Othello rips away their hood. Othello’s eyes go wide open as he looks at them. The thief’s skin is deep purple, darkening at the tips of their ears and nose. Their eyes are bright green, almost glowing even in the light of the shop. Their fluffy hair is white, but hangs in shaggy uneven locks like they cut it themselves. Sticking from the top of their head are two small backward-facing horns.

“What on earth are you?” Othello marvels. He pinches the thief’s cheeks between his fingers. “Adorable, but odd.”

The thief swats Othello’s hand away with their one good hand. “You should let me go! I’m bad luck! If you don’t let me go, something bad will happen.”

Othello smirks. “Aww, it’s a black cat!”

You come up behind the thief and grab their good arm. “Come on, drop it.”

“Be careful with the kitty now, Darling,” Othello gasps. “Don’t hurt him!”

You reach into their coat and pull out the stolen bottle of poison. “Your cat was trying to steal from us.” You lay the bottle on the counter. 

“Oh dear.” Othello clicks his tongue. “And with only one arm, too.”

The thief hangs his head with a frown on his face. “Just let me go. I’ll leave.”

“And what’s with this ‘bad luck’ talk?” Othello asks. “Not all Drow are so bad.”

The boy looks stricken for a moment, then hangs his head again. “I’m not Drow.”

Othello glances at you with a curious expression, then looks back to the young man. “You certainly look like one. Then again, I don’t recall Drow having horns.”

“I’m not a Drow!” he spits. “I’m not anything. Just let me go.”

Othello sighs. “Sorry, that’s not how it works around here. You try to steal from me, you have to pay the price.”

The thief lifts his head and glares, but surprisingly remains silent. 

“Othello, what are you going to do?” you sigh. 

“I’ve been looking for a new assistant. And since you, my Darling, are much more of a business partner, I could use some extra help in the lab.” He nods at the thief. “Work for me, and you can simply make the poison you wanted to steal.”

The thief's expression remains surprisingly blank. He just watches Othello, taking him in with those large eyes of his. “Why?” 

“I recognize who you are,” Othello murmurs. “Or at least, what you’re going through.” He pats the top of his head. “Now, tell me your name or I’ll just keep calling you Kitty.”

The young man scowls. “Cassio.”

“Well, welcome Cassio.” Othello removes his arm from your grasp and places his hand in Cassio’s. “Get yourself in order. We’ll start working today.”

Cassio looks back at you in confusion. “Is this for real?”

You nod. “You’ll learn to get used to it.”

Over the next few days, you keep a close eye on Cassio. Unsure of his motives or why he wanted to steal that poison, it is your duty to make sure he doesn’t try anything. He’s quite small, even though he’s fully grown, and quite thin. The first meal he shares with you he seems cautious. There are multiple scars all over him - his face, his hand - and you suspect he hides more under his shirt. 

But you’re impressed by his willingness to learn from Othello. He absorbs everything like a sponge. Othello is quite proud of his new protege, and happily teaches him advanced techniques without warning. Even then, Cassio keeps up eagerly. 

He doesn’t reveal much, but when he does you’re able to slowly piece things together in your mind. He was born half Drow, half Tiefling, and his mother kept him hidden for most of his life from her Drow clan. When he was found out, he fought to protect his mother, and that’s when he ended up losing his arm. He was cast out, left for dead, and he had no idea what had happened to his mother. He decided to find a way to get back at the Drow, and so he wanted to steal the poison. He was lonely most of all, and you and Othello are the first solid ground he’s had in some time.

One day while you’re sweeping, Othello comes up and steals a kiss. He wraps his arms around you, pressing close before pulling away. “I’m stepping out,” he says. “I want to go by the bakery. When I get home I’ll start dinner.”

“Be careful out there.” You smile as he leaves, then go back to working. 

“That must be nice.”

You look up to see Cassio staring dreamily at you. “What do you mean?”

Cassio lifts his head. “You and Master Othello. It looks nice.” A shy smile spreads across his lips, and his cheeks darken to match the tips of his ears. “The way your arms hold him, your hands. Master Othello’s lips, even.”

You smile. “If you want a hug, just ask.”

Cassio looks up guiltily. “That’s not… No, I don’t mean...” He shakes his head. 

You come up to him and put an arm around him. He sinks into your chest and sighs with relief as you hold him. “Your chest is so nice.”

You chuckle. “You remind me of Othello just now.”

Cassio’s blush continues to spread. “Othello won’t get jealous? I don’t want to upset him. Both of you mean so much to me.”

“Maybe a little, but only because he wasn’t here to join.” You ruffle Cassio’s hair, then rub down his neck. A soft moan escapes the young man’s lips before he hides his face against your chest. 

“Othello likes that too,” you whisper. You run your fingers down his back to the base of his spine, where a small stump of tail wiggles joyfully. “Would you like a kiss?”

Cassio’s expression is wide open. He looks at you with want mixed with fear. “What about Master Othello?”

You pick Cassio up and set him on the counter. “You can kiss him when he gets home.” 

You lean in, closing your eyes and letting Cassio close the gap. His small, soft mouth trembles as he kisses. His lips part and his tongue darts over your mouth. You cup the back of his head, kissing him deeply as his hand paws at your chest.

“Oh, wow.” Cassio places his hand over his groin. 

“Othello and I like you, Cassio,” you whisper. “All you gotta do is ask.”

“I had no idea. I would never have dreamed the two of you would...” He laughs shyly. “Thank you. I’ve dreamed about you. You and Master Othello holding me and touching me. Our bodies pressed together, and… I’m sorry. Maybe that’s too much.” He smiles shyly. “You’re both just so beautiful and kind. My mind tends to wander.”

You chuckle and give him a soft kiss. “You and Othello are two peas in a pod. You should share with us more often.”

Cassio sighs with relief and relaxes into your chest. You put your arms around him again, holding him lovingly. 

When Othello comes home he finds you sharpening scissors in the kitchen. “Where’s my adorable Kitty?” he asks as he sets down the bread and a basket of eggs. “I have a treat planned for tonight.”

Cassio steps out from the back. “I’m here, Master Othello.” He’s shirtless with only his arm crossed over his chest. “He said he’d help fix my hair.”

Othello glances at you. “You don’t want him to. Once those scissors are sharp, I’ll fix that mop top of yours.”

Cassio approaches Othello and slips his hand around Othello’s waist. You watch with a smile as Cassio silently asks for a kiss. Othello smirks, dipping down and meeting his lips. He cups Cassio’s face between his elegant palms and presses close to him. “Did something happen while I was away?” Othello glances at you. “Darling?”

You smile. “Cassio and I shared a moment. I told him you’d like such a moment too.”

Othello licks the corner of his mouth before dipping down and kissing Cassio again. You eagerly watch Cassio’s hand run over Othello’s chest. 

“I really should make dinner before we decide to exert too much energy,” Othello chuckles. “Go relax. Both of you.”

After dinner, Othello fixes Cassio’s hair. He trims it down, making it much shorter and much nicer than before. Cassio has a beautiful face, and the new hairstyle shows off his sharp jaw and elegant neck. 

“Now then, what would you like to do next?” Othello purrs into his ear. “Would you like my Darling to pamper you a little bit?”

Cassio’s cheeks darken again as he looks at you. “Can I… can I have a massage?”

Othello looks at you with a smile. “Can you do that?”

You nod, stripping off your shirt. Cassio’s eyes focus on your chest, a big smile on his sweet face. You lay him down on the bed while Othello sits down to watch. You straddle his legs and rub oil between your hands. Cassio’s moans are heavenly as you massage down his back. His tail wiggles joyfully, and when you press kisses to his skin he whimpers. “Is this alright, Cassio?” you ask.

“Yes,” he gulps. “Don’t stop.”

You kiss down his spine, taking off his pants. His ass is perfect, small but shapely. You bite him and he whines into the pillows. You knead your fingers into his hips and rear. “Roll over,” you whisper to him.

Cassio does as told. He lays on his back, his hard cock sticking straight up in the air, pinching his thighs together and wriggling. You smirk, glancing over at Othello as he watches.

“Keep going,” Othello says. “I want to see more.”

You lick up the length of Cassio’s cock, suckling the head before taking him into your mouth. His hips buck, pressing to your throat. Cassio’s cries of passion are sweet to the ears. You drag your hands up his chest, pawing and groping him.

“Wait.” Cassio sits up and beckons you close. He lays you down and kisses your body, his soft thighs grazing your cock. He nurses on your nipples, his long, soft tongue stroking over them as he sucks, and happily kneads your chest.

“My, my, he really is a kitty,” Othello chuckles as he rises from his seat. He strips naked, joining Cassio on top of you. “He’s got a big cock, doesn’t he?” He kisses Cassio over the tip of your dick, then licks Cassio’s cheek and presses kisses to his ear. “You can take that cock, can’t you?”

Cassio moans as he licks down your shaft. Othello suckles the tip, kissing Cassio again as he sits up. Othello moves down, grabbing Cassio’s hips, and bites and licks his rear. Cassio moans against you, butting his head against your stomach as Othello’s tongue slides inside him. He moans against the young man, preparing him for what’s to come.

You pull Cassio up, kissing him and rubbing your hands down his body. Othello takes your cock, dribbling it with oil, then guides Cassio into place and watches with elation as you ease inside him.

“Doesn’t my Darling feel good?” Othello pants into Cassio’s ear. He grinds his cock against Cassio’s ass. “So big, so hot.”

Cassio trembles as he nods. “I love it.”

Othello chuckles. “You can ask us for anything, we’ll give it to you.” He bites Cassio’s shoulder and moans. “We like you and want you to be happy.”

Cassio can barely speak. Riding you, he is only focused on the pleasure rippling through his body. He spasms and twitches, his thighs squeeze and his cock throbs. The tip opens up, spilling his seed over your belly and chest. His cries are beautiful, soft and breathless as he throws his head back.

Othello moves around, licking the come from you. He kisses you as Cassio falls onto your chest, still trembling. “You’re far too good, Darling.” Othello helps get Cassio comfortable, laying him down so he’s snuggled against you. Then Othello mounts you, slowly taking you inside while Cassio watches. 

The two take turns sharing you, although at one point in the night Cassio is sandwiched between the two of you. He’s eager to please, eager to love and be loved. You’re more than happy to give him what he wants.

You wake up to find you’re trapped in the center of the bed, with Othello on one side and Cassio on the other. Both are sleeping peacefully with no sign of waking. You sigh, having no intention of waking either of them. Eventually, you feel soft kisses as Cassio stirs. He looks up at you with such a sweet expression you can’t help but adore him. “Sleep well, Cass?” 

Cassio smiles. “I did. How about you?”

You kiss him with a smile. “I dreamed about you. How sweet and wonderful you were last night.”

Cassio giggles as she stretches. “I don’t think I can walk today. I hope Master Othello doesn’t have too much work planned.”

“I never have work after such a wonderful night.” Othello yawns. “Today is nothing but this.” He kisses you, then Cassio. “We’ll have a warm bath and keep enjoying our new mate.”

Cassio presses his cheek to your chest. “I don’t have to be a mate, I’m just happy to be here.”

“I’m not letting a wonderful kitty like you go,” Othello teases. “That’d be foolish.”

You sit up as Othello and Cassio cuddle together. “I’ll make breakfast. You two have fun.”

Already, Cassio is kissing and nuzzling Othello’s chest. “Thank you Darling,” Othello moans.

“Can I call him Darling too?” Cassio asks shyly. 

You put on pants, although you doubt you’ll need them much today. “You can call me anything, Cass,” you wink. 

Cassio bites his lip, and for a moment he really does look like an adorable black cat. “Then, can you make eggs for breakfast, Darling?”

Othello grins from ear to ear, kissing Cassio as our heart skips a beat. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”