Page 136 of Bride of Choice

‘Whatever it is, don’t even think about it,’ I silently snapped at him.

As if I wasn’t standing there half naked, leg over his shoulder, legs spread open for his viewing pleasure, he slid my leg off his shoulder, stood, walked over to the bed, grabbed BOB from his honorary position beneath my pillow, and he didn’t just walk back towards me, no, the mother fluffer effin’ strutted.

Not understanding why he’d be so cocky waving my dildo about, he smiled to himself as he turned the fucking thing on full blast.

“No- What the fuck?!” I whispered fiercely as the thing loudly began to buzz away. It’s taken too many hits since joining Yetidom. Quiet, BOB was not.

“What noise?” Odix rumbled from the other side of the door. A door that was fucking unlocked, for any fucking body to just walkin right in.

“Uh- Uh- It’s my, uh- Back massager!” My voice came out funny as Rek moved closer.

Kneeling before me once more, he easily pried my legs back open, pressing the buzzing tip to my aching clit.

Muffling the noise I wanted to let loose as he manipulated my quivering quim with ease, he had me gripping his hair, arching my hips, aching for him to put me out of my misery and fuck me with the damn thing instead of teasing it along my slit already.

The smug bastard smiled with satisfaction when a gasping moan escaped me as he sunk that fucker deep and closed his mouth around the aching bud he’d been eyeing for quite some time.

Right as I started to tip over, he pulled back, shot up, and called out in a high falsetto as he hauled ass towards the door, “Helps! Comes in!”

“What the fuck?! Rek?! I’m going to kill you!” I whispered desperately as I fought the pleasure pulsing through my body, but the damage had already been done.

Odix came rushing in, the linebacker of all Lo denaii, charging in like an angry bull. “Where?! Where?!” he shouted, as Rek easily slid out from behind the door and swiftly slipped past him.

“Nowhere! There’s nothing!” I bellowed, “So get out and close the fucking door!”

Grabbing at my jacket, tugging at it to yank it down in some stupid attempt to preserve any sense of modesty I might still be clinging to, I struggled to keep my dignity. It was really hard to look unbothered with a fat vibrator sticking out your hoo-ha as the mother of all orgasms rocketed through you.

Hurrying to close the door, he slammed it and locked it, yet forgot to fucking leave.

“What happens? Where?!” Spying the handle of my vibrator, that sweet, misguided idiot dropped to his knees in front of me and, ignoring my stuttering attempts to tell him to leave it the fuck alone because I was struggling to form words at the shock of whatever the fuck he thought he was doing and the orgasm melting my brain, and yanked my legs apart, touching the handle and starting to pull it free, to pause, stilling completely, as my pussy spasmed around the god damned thing and a fresh gush of wetness slicked BOB.

A small, soft noise left the male. As if to fix his mistake, he pressed BOB right back home.

“Ah- fuck.” My body shuddered with renewed pleasure.

“Herd?” he asked, then dragged the god damn thing nearly all the way out.

“No!” I squeaked, as that slow drag out drew another very obvious reaction from me.

With a grunt from the frowning beast, he leaned in, watching as it happened, nostrils flaring, and in back in BOB experimentally went yet again. This time, he pressed it in all the way to the hilt, his thumb brushing my overly sensitized clit, and there we went all over again.

“Ah- shit!” My hips jerked, Odix’s firm grip on the end of BOB holding it in place, hit just the right spot.

At my exclamation, Odix jumped and yanked BOB free. His eyes darkened, nostrils flaring as he stumbled back, flopping to his ass. He stilled as he spied the evidence of just how hurt I was not, buzzing away in his hand, BOB’s thickness soaked in pussy juice.

With one long, hard, sniff, he tossed BOB away from him, rolled to all fours, and charged me with a look not unsimilar to the one he’d had on his brutish mug when he’d charged the Krampus.

Yanking me down to him, he had me flat on my back, air rushing from my lungs, lunging atop me, grabbing me up to him to press me into him as his hips began to pump helplessly. The underside of that girthy something of his pressed to my slicked lips. A moan tore from him as he gruntingly slipped along that slippery slope.

My body spasmed, empty, grasping at nothing. Fuck, this was hot.

As he humped and pumped, and nothing more than a whole lot of slipping and sliding along my slit happened, a frustrated noise left the impatient beast laboring atop me.

“You’re too high,” I stammered as he huffed and puffed above me.

It was a wonder he heard me over all the noise he was making. I felt like I was being crotch massaged by a locomotive.

A grunt louder than all the rest left my struggling friend, and then his arms and legs started to shake. Not two seconds later, hot, wet warmth splashed my belly. His fat head dropped down atop me, cradled in my jacket covered breasts.

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