Page 263 of Bride of Choice

Taking that as if it was a challenge, he vacillated between fucking me deep with that fat appendage in his mouth, and lapping at me from pussy hole to clit, until I was practically humping his face and flat out begging for someone to put a penis in me already.

Rek dragged me towards him, but Bum-bum came along with. Giving up working my sex so Rek could angle me over him to drive his cock deep, Bum-bum ignored Rek’s warning growls, hunching over me, atop us, and his fangs buried deep in my shoulder. Rek growled as my inner walls clenched him so hard I had to wonder if it hurt, and that familiar heat from Bum-bum’s beast side’s bite began to fill my veins.

Releasing my shoulder, Bum-bum urged me to lean over Rek, and dipped down to slide his tongue over my back passage.

Rek growled and snapped something at Bum-bum, but I shook my head. “No. No- Ah. Let him, let him,” I panted out as I rode Rek and that bite-lust surged through me. “I want it,” I burst out. Gripping Rek’s face, I mashed my mouth to his, my tongue dipping into his mouth to meet his.

Bum-bum’s tongue began to work its way into my asshole. With every bump and grind down on Rek, Bum-bum’s tongue mimicked the act, until I was right on the brink.

Pulling free with a snarl, Bum-bum pressed me harder down into Rek and climbed up behind me. Rek snarled a protest between my attempts to suck his tongue clean from his head. He paused as Bum-bum’s cock began to breach my back passage, Bum-bum’s cock already slicked up and ready to wreck me.

A grunt left Rek as Bum-bum worked his way in, snarling overhead above us all the while. Dropping down over us, his rumbling purr sent me shivering, his thick hands slapping down near Rek’s head to clench. The sound of claws digging in and tearing shit up pricked my ears as Bum-bum bottomed out.

“Mine,” he garbled out gutturally, and the tension inside of me eased. I knew if I glanced over my shoulder I’d get a peek of Bum-bum’s horned other half. Somehow, it was better that it was Cuddle Monster. I got the impression Cuddle played second fiddle to Bum-bum— he was at Bum’s mercy.

“Now move,” I burst out, unable to take sitting here stuffed full in both holes a moment longer.

Bum-bum and Rek began to move at once.

I was so hot being double teamed, a Joanie sandwich, I nearly slid off Rek’s cock in my haste to bounce atop him like he was my own personal bouncy castle.

Trying to keep with the rhythm Rek and I had set, Bum-bum came first, jerking heavily as he gave up everything he had. Rek and I came shortly after, Rek and Bum-bum’s snarls of release drowning out the god awful noises I was making as I crested that wave.

Slumping limply against Rek, I pressed my cheek over his heart and just laid there, listening to the thundering thumps beating rapidly in his chest.

Bum-bum slowly disengaged, but not before placing a kiss to my throat, avoiding the bite mark he’d left on my shoulder altogether. Rumbling something at Rek, he started down the back hall, where the bathing chamber was located.

“What’s he doing? Where is he going?” I got out between short pants, struggling to catch my breath. The flex and sway of that ass, mmph- Cuddle Monster had CAKE. And there it was, tiny but there, a stub of a nub of a tail.

“Cleans off,” Rek said simply. Rolling us over so he was on top and we were still connected, one glance down at my chest and a slow, pleased smile tugged at his kiss swollen lips. Those luscious lips twitched.

“It’s not funny,” I muttered, cupping one of the girls, hoping he got some tata juice right in his twinkling stinkin’ eyes. Milk began to dribble from my nipple and I gave him a look. “You could give a gal a hand,” I suggested, half offering it up.

Rek shook his head. “Tor say him wants. No take Jojomine, Rek not make him share Joanie’s bobby milk.”

“Booby milk,” I laughingly corrected. “Who is Bobby and why does he have milk?”

Rolling his eyes at me, he lifted up and rolled me to my back, to spoon behind me. “No poot on me. Rek plug the hole,” he warned as he snuggled up behind me.

A sputtering laugh left me. “Did you just- Are you- EW.”

“Rek take Joanie’s asshole ‘fore. Knows sometimes things come back out,” he grunted out between what sounded like chuffing laughter.

“Then let me go clean up, dingus,” I burst out, struggling not to laugh, “or I might poot, as you so lovingly put it, all over you.”

Rek rolled away from me to stand and help me to my feet. Slapping a hand to my ass, he grinned when I yelped, flipped him off, and sauntered down the hall.

A thick arm shot out from the bathing chamber and yanked me right inside.

Dragged under the spray from one of several shower head looking contraptions in the ceiling, Tor, as Rek had referred to him, curled me into him, drawing his cock up between my legs, to saw between my pussy lips and ass cheeks as he lifted one of my breasts up to his lips, dipping his large frame, to make a meal outta me.

Soft, incoherent noises left me as he suckled my left breast and pumped that monster he calls a peen between my legs.

“No fuck my Jojomine!” Rek warned Tor, shouting down the hall.

Tor growled softly, fangs pricking my breast, and clapped a hand over my mouth as he slid his hips back just enough to notch his cock at my sex and slowly drove that fucker home.

The wail of a moan I would have let out was muffled into his hand. A garbled noise left him as he threw his head back and dug his fangs into his lower lip to muffle the growl on the tip of his tongue at the exquisitely tight fit of us. The noises we were making only grew louder as he began to move.

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