Page 264 of Bride of Choice

My mouth clamped down on the meat of his palm. Tor let out a shocked shout, swirling irises boring into mine as he fucked me into the cold, wet, slippery tile wall.

This wasn’t Cuddle Monster staring into my eyes but Bum-bum and Cuddle Monster’s middle half, the mix of both of them.

A surge of heat filled me as they drove deep one last time, until I’d swear I could taste them, and they held perfectly still.

Their magical baby juice rushing my sheath sent me tipping over the edge right along with them, as it always did. They groaned a garbled version of my name and mine as I milked them dry.

“Bad!” Rek snapped, popping in to check things out to find his mate pinned to the wall, fucked loopy, Bum-Cuddle-Middleman coming away like he meant to use up all of his stores, if only to thwart my bossy mate.

Flinching as Rek shouted bad, over and over again, my heart pounded in that familiar panic, but my mate wasn’t looking at me.

“Bad! Not you turn, put a baby in my Joanie! She only want one at the times! And not big, fat baby that hurts her!” he berated them, walking right under the spray, joining us, to slap at the hand on my mouth. “She no breathe like that! Assed hole! MOVE!”

As if to slither back to where he’d popped out of nowhere from, Cuddle Monster receded, leaving Bum-bum with a badass set of horns and still jerking cock in his wake.

“Gets off my Joanie! I seed you! You do it, too! All of you!” Rek accused. Pushing his way in between us, I burst out laughing as he lifted a leg over Bum’s cock, straddling it essentially, to curl himself around me protectively. “My Jojo no likes the fibbers,” he huffed and puffed. “Try and puts a big, fat headed baby in my Jojomine, hurt her wooed-hah. Make it hurt, she pushes out you monster baby,” he grumbled.

Scowling, he cupped my face, ignoring the growling at his back. “My Jojomine ‘kay?” he rumbled down at me, brushing water droplets and wet hair plastered to me out of my face.

“My legs are jelly but I’m fine,” I insisted.

Pulling back enough to stare down between his legs, he snarled warningly at Bum-bum’s cock.

Bum-bum grumbled something, then grabbed Rek up and sank fang into his shoulder. Rek cried out as he flew through the air and found himself bitten good.

“Why you do that?!” Rek bellowed, jabbing Bum-bum in the eye in a very Joanie-like move to get him to release him.

Letting Rek go with a snarl, his cock uncorking from me to spill the contents of his deception all over the place, he cupped a hand over his boo-boo. Glaring at Rek as Rek threw himself over me protectively, gaping at Bum-bum, who was not all just Bum-bum in there if his different eye colors were any indication, rumbled something at Rek before dipping his head at me in a curt nod and quickly taking his leave.

My mouth dropped open in a small little o, I more or less stood there, wild eyed, body still throbbing with the fuck-me-nows, as shit unraveled.

Rek grunted, gently cupping his balls with a sudden grimace. “Him bite me!” he exclaimed, wincing like he was uncomfortable. A groan left him as his cock began to swell and that furry pouch just below his peen started to look more like a set of furry apples.

A sharp, shock of laughter left me as I realized what was happening. “His bite filled your reserves,” I chortled out, waving a hand towards his groin.

“It hurtssss,” Rek gritted out.

Pointing to my dripping breast, the odd man left hanging, I gave him a look. “Yes, it totally does.”

“Fix Rek balls, Rek fix Jojo boob,” he haggled as he tried to walk with dignity from the shower but ended up spreading his legs in some weird waddle walk.

My hand clapped over my mouth as I followed him out.

“I’m not that bad off,” I got out between sputtering laughter muffled into my hand. “You can go first.”

“Good. Rek’s balls going to explode!” he burst out, which just made me lose it.

“Maybe don’t piss off the big guy with a mad bite,” I murmured.

“Rek no piss him off. Rek never speaks to him again!” he growled as he grunted and groaned his way over to the bed.

Carefully sitting down to lay out, spread eagle, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it over his face. His balls were about the size of grapefruit now. Yikes. “‘Kay. Go,” he called out from the pillow he was shouting into.

Kneeling at his feet, I grabbed the numbing salve he kept on hand and covered my palms with it. “I apologize in advance if this takes a minute!” I called out to him.

Cupping his balls, massaging the salve in, causing him to curse and snarl and tear into the pillow, I leaned in and took the head of his shaft into my mouth. As per his advice previously, I only took the tip, unsure if the swelling in his cock was pleasurable or painful.

Rek’s legs started to tremble and he let out a shout. That was all the warning I got and then he shot off like a geyser. His balls drew up tight as the force of him coming made me pull back or risk choking. His essence spurted free in wild, thick, ropey arches. His cock jerked every which way. I felt like I’d just been silly string jizzed as I tried and failed to get a handle on things. Every time I wrapped my fingers around his dick, he jerked, bucking my slippery fingers off of him, to come again and again.

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